Excerpt
Zachary was sitting
on the sprawling sofa, engrossed in the newspaper, a snifter with a generous shot
of cognac cradled in one hand.
He looked up
as he sensed her approach and for a moment he just stared at her. Samantha revelled in his look of blatant appreciation,
belatedly wishing that she hadn’t been so hasty in dismissing the young women. A strategically-placed fan set on high would
have added the final touch to the fantasy.
But Zachary didn’t seem to mind that the dress wasn’t blowing up around
her ears and revealing the tiny thong which was the only thing she wore under
the dress.
“You look
incredible!”
He got up
and stalked towards her like a hunter, his eyes drinking in her magnificent curves. Samantha shivered with awareness at the look
in his eyes.
“You do
realize wearing this dress will have consequences, don’t you?” His voice sounded strained and it filled her both
with a sense of power and a frisson of fear.
She’d wanted him to lose control, but she may have been rather more
successful than planned she realized when he literally growled, “God, I need to
have you again!”
He kissed
her then, his tongue delving deeply.
Samantha welcomed his touch eagerly, thrilled at the urgency of his
hands as they slipped first under the top of the dress and tweaked her nipples
into twin points of need before reaching under the hem, grasping her behind and
grinding her hips against his. She
ground hers right back and he shuddered in reaction.
“Come here.” Taking her by the hand he led her to the
chair he had just vacated, bending her over the back of it and throwing the hem
of her dress up over her head. She
blushed as she imagined what he was seeing—the full cheeks of her bottom with
just the slender string of the thong between and her full, firm thighs
elongated by four-inch heels. His gasp of
arousal told her that he found the sight just as provocative as she’d hoped.
Her juices
were already flowing. Eagerly, she
opened her legs wider at his urging, tilting her bottom upwards so that he
could penetrate her deeply. Instead he
dropped to his knees behind her and literally buried his face in her wetness as
he began to eat her with no mercy—clamping the nub of her clitoris between his
lips and tugging on it before sticking his tongue deep inside her and moving it
back and forth with the same vigour he had displayed earlier.
“Yesss,
ye-ss, yesss…yess, ye-ss.” Her cries and
moans filled the room as Zachary gave her notice that her gentle initiation was
over—she would be taken relentlessly from here onwards. She beat the sofa with her fists as he
carried on without giving her a moment of respite. But just as she felt her orgasm build to the
point of no return, he stopped abruptly.
“Zac,
please!” she begged.
“I’m not
ready for you to come yet.” He got to
his feet and walked around the sofa, freeing his erection on the way. When he was standing directly in front of her
he commanded, “Open wide for me, sweetheart.”
Samantha
braced her hands on the sofa and did as instructed, surprised at how eager she
felt to taste him again. With her hands
occupied with bearing her weight he had total control of how deeply she took
him. Yet, he stood slightly out of
reach, letting her just tongue the tip of his shaft at first, and then inch by
inch moving closer until she had him lodged firmly at the back of her throat. There was still a few more inches to go, but
he wrapped his hand around the base himself before starting to thrust smoothly into
her mouth.
When he pulled
out and offered his balls for her to suck on she did so eagerly, relishing the round
smoothness under the scrotal covering. While
she was thus occupied, Zachary bent over her and gently slid the middle finger
of his free hand into her moist heat.
“You’re so
wet…and so unbelievably tight,” Zachary groaned as if in anticipation of
burying himself inside her. He squeezed his
finger inside her again, eased it out almost fully and then thrust it inside
her again. He rapidly built the tempo
until she was a breath away from coming.
Again he
stopped and walked around the sofa.
This time
he parted her nether lips with his thumbs and pressed just the tip of his shaft
inside her.
“I love the
way your pussy grips the head of my cock like a fist, baby.” Pulling it out, he did it again and again
until she almost went mad with frustration.
“Tell me
what you want,” he taunted.
“You know
what I want!”
“I want to
hear you say it.”
“Please!”
“Please
what?”
“Please
fuck me!” Samantha felt herself blush as
she uttered the unfamiliar word, but she needed him inside so desperately she
was beyond pride and shame.
