The Winemaker's Dinner: Dessert (The Winemaker's Feast) Read Online Free Page A

fast, and dirty.
    “Tell me what you want,” she moaned, looking up at him from between her parted legs, her eyes begging him to give her more.
    Her words were the same he’d heard dozens of times, and like all those other times, he did as he was told. Pulling out of her, Ivan sat back on his heels. “Turn around and get on your knees,” he demanded.
    Without hesitation, she flipped over and got on all fours, presenting herself to him in the dim morning light. There was no heartfelt plea from within his soul asking him to stop now, only a deep-seated carnal lust. His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her to the corner of the bed and stood behind her. A primal hunger took control of his body, possessing him fully. With punishing force, he pushed himself into her from behind and unleashed a flurry of intense strokes, each one driving her wilder than the last. Faster and harder Ivan pummeled into her, inching himself toward that piece of heaven that justified his actions. Euphoria swept through his limbs and a sense of self-worth crept back into his life with every inward stroke. As the feeling took effect like a drug, Ivan’s body began to quiver with anticipation.
    In one fluid, automatic motion, he reached for the strands of bleached blond hair that taunted him as they danced back and forth across her naked back. He fisted her hair in his hand and wrenched her neck to the side, taking solace in the throaty moans and gasps of pleasure that escaped her cherry red lips. Their bodies trembled as they neared the ecstasy they craved: the ten seconds of complete and utter inner peace that only an orgasm could provide.
    “Where do you want it?”
    “On my face. Oh, God…” She groaned and looked over her shoulder at him as she licked her lips.
    Dirty. I like it. Before she could finish whatever thought had entered her filthy little mind, Ivan tugged her hair and brought her to her feet in front of him only to force her to her knees a second later. Reacting to his unspoken demand, she tore off the condom and began to stroke him hard and fast. Her mouth formed an O as she readied herself to catch her prize.
    Looking down at her and seeing the sultry glint in her eye was enough to push him to the edge. He coiled with approaching sexual delight, and his body prepared to reward him the only way it could. Taking control, Ivan reached down and pushed her away, stroking himself furiously as current after current shot through his body. He gripped his cock tighter and with one final stroke he exploded, covering her body and face with the rewards of his release. Still on her knees in front of him, she took him back into her mouth and began to milk him dry, but the sexual morphine had already started to wear off. With his eyes squeezed shut, Ivan tried to savor the feeling for as long as possible, but it soon faded, along with the vibrant colors and euphoric sensations that had come with it.
    “I should put you on speed dial,” she said as she ran her fingers around her mouth. It seemed less an attempt to clean up and more an attempt to savor.
    But her voice sounded like nails being drawn across a chalkboard, and it was the final nail in his coffin. As the last remnants of his fix vanished, Ivan snapped back into his dull tragedy of a life, one painted in muted colors and flooded with dark feelings.
    The petite blonde with a top-notch plastic surgeon at her disposal got up from the floor, threw a towel in his direction, and wandered off toward the bathroom. “I need to wash up.”
    Ivan stood motionless—still in the same position where he’d experienced a bit of respite—and shut his eyes, hoping to wake up from this nightmare. Minutes passed, and he opened his eyes slightly…nothing. His surroundings remained the same. He opened his eyes a bit wider…still nothing. That’s exactly what this was. Nothing. It was the black void of nothing that his life had become.
    He didn’t notice that the blonde had returned to the