Read Margo's Night (Interracial Erotica) Online
Authors: Violet Williams
Margo's Night (Interracial Erotica) (3 page)
He pulled back a few inches, his mouth hovering devastatingly close. “That is, if you want to. ‘Cuz I promise you Margo, there’s no way I could have you, be with you, and walk away. I want more. I
need
more.”
Margo’s mouth hung open, the tension so tight that even the smallest motion would set them both on fire. She gulped. “Y-you talk a big game.”
“And I can back it up,” he said smoothly. “If you’ll have me.”
If she’d have him? Was he serious? With his golden skin, firm body, and sexy confidence, he was the kind of guy that girls dreamed they’d go home with. She wanted him, in the worst way.
She took a hand, stretching out her fingers. She traced the contours of his lips. Her journey continued to his perfect jawline, the kind seen in glossy magazine. She ended by running her fingers through his shaggy blonde hair.
“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” she whispered hoarsely, already deciding. A resounding yes. Yes, yes, yes.
His eyes gleamed. “The good kind.”
She brought her lips slamming back to his, inhaling the desire that radiated off of him. He kissed her back ferociously, as hot for her as she was for him.
They only separated long enough for him to pull off his button down shirt and unbuckle his pants, followed by her shirt. She leaned back onto the plush sofa, chest heaving up and down as she lifted her hips and his thick fingers pulled down her leggings. She expected him to discard her panties and get to the nitty gritty, but instead, he slid between her thighs, leaving them on.
He created a roadmap of kisses along the inside of her thigh, each one closer to Margo’s capital of pleasure. Finally, he reached the crotch of her panties and let out a moan that reverberated over Margo’s body.
“Can I taste you?” he whispered.
Hot and he asked for permission. Margo couldn’t believe her luck. “Yes…god yes.”
She sighed as he slid her panties down and off one of her legs. She was naked and exposed, spread out before him. Instinctively, she reached for the lamp on the side table.
She still felt pangs of self-consciousness as he lowered back down, inching toward the root of her. But once she closed her eyes and felt his tongue trailing up and down her slit, nerves were replaced by ecstasy. His tongue was warm and alive, darting in and out, suckling her juices like honey.
Everything blurred except his mouth and Margo faded into his motions, becoming the in-charge, sexual being she hid inside. She was usually dead silent during sex, letting the guy have free reign. She found herself coaching him, directing him to go faster, slower, harder, softer, caressing his hair as he ate her out.
She was so close to climax and he hadn’t even broached the nucleus of her. He knew just how to work her into a frenzy until she found herself spreading her lips, vocalizing her needs.
“Taste me,” she begged, surprising herself. “Suck my clit.”
He dove deeper, moaning now as his tongue made long lashes inside her pink. His tongue rolled up and down, circling her knob of desire, flicking it back and forth. Her bundle of nerves was swollen. Hard as a rock.
Her moans took on a higher octave as he went to the heart of her, swirling round and round like a hurricane before he took her clit between his lips and sucked. He used varying degrees of pressure—slow, teasing squeezes with more aggressive pumps that left Margo gasping, wanting him to stop and keep going at the same time.
Just as her fingers dug into his hair, tugging his locks, and she felt the tingle of her coming orgasm, he upped the ante. Still licking her clit, he added a finger, pushing inside her, pumping in and out as he built a rhythm that hypnotized her.
She’d never felt every motion, lived for every heartbeat of delight like this. He wasn’t just doing this to do it—he liked eating her out. He loved giving her pleasure.
“More,” she groaned, bucking upward. “More!”
He answered the call, lapping at her pleasure knot, exploring her inner walls as his fingers moved inside her core. When she exploded with a howl of release, he didn’t stop—his pumps became slow rocks, the spasms of her climax suckling his digit. His tongue didn’t eject, instead, drinking up the liquid desire that seeped from her gates. He’d turned her out, leaving her completely spent.
“I-” Her words became a squeal of surprise as he rose to his feet. He leaned down, his muscled arms wrapping around her bare waist.
Her eyes went wide. There was no way he was lifting her. But before she could protest, he’d picked her up as easy as
1, 2, fuck
.
She kissed his neck with glee as she locked her ankles behind his back. He carried her toward his darkened bedroom, holding her close. He eased her onto the bed, standing at the foot as he gazed at her, devouring her with those blue eyes.
His body was naked and glorious, like some gladiator, Spartan, Hercules. A man from her dreams.
As she slid back onto the covers, she let out a moan of anticipation as he followed her. If his tongue felt so divine, she couldn’t even wrap her mind around what his cock would feel like inside her.
She let out a haggard breath as she drew up her legs and he moved between them. He teased her for a moment, drinking up her moans as the tip of him probed her entrance, never fully diving in. Once he finally plunged his length inside, she knew it was worth the wait. Her muscles strained around his girth, stretching to fit his bulge as he paved a way. He rocked into her slowly at first, taking his time, taking in the sounds she made, using them to power him on as he built up speed.
She looked up at him and he down at her. The glow from the living room lit up his handsome face. She saw every contour, every inflection, every line, every moment—it was all there, written in the euphoric gloss as he moved inside her. She moaned as he winced, picking up the speed. She knew he was close. She wanted him to come. She wanted him to experience the absolution he’d given her.
When he found his release, she dug her nails into his back, delighting in the way his muscles tightened as his strokes waned. And when he said her name, calling it out over and over, like a pledge, his allegiance to her, it was just the push she needed to careen toward her second climax. She clutched him to her, her body squeezing every last ounce of him.
He collapsed beside her with a roar of pleasure and a string of obscenities that included a resounding, “God damn!”
Margo laughed. God damn was right. The echoes of their lovemaking made her thighs tremble, only compounded when he turned on his side and began tracing his fingers up and down the curve of her buxom hips.
She pulled herself up without another word, pressing him back into the mattress before straddling him. She’d only been on top a handful of times; always too busy worrying about how she looked to really enjoy it. But with Scott smiling up at her, clearly getting off on her aggressiveness, her confidence, she felt more in tune than she’d been with any lover before.
It was Margo’s night…and it was far from over.
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About the Author
Violet Williams is an erotica writer living in Greater Sacramento, saving the world via erotic tales…one e-reader at a time.
Connect with her online:
http://violetwilliamserotica.wordpress.com
Available Works by Violet Williams for the Kindle
Taboo Erotica
Daddy and Me (A Taboo Collection)
A Taboo Tale Trilogy
A Forbidden Tryst (A Taboo Tale, #1)
A Family Affair (A Taboo Tale, #2)
A Family Fornication (A Taboo Tale, #3)
Brother Sister Sex Series
Lesbian Themed Erotica
First Taste (The Beautiful Blood Saga, #1)
Wet (Five Flash Erotica F-F Stories)
Action Erotica
General Erotica
Interracial Erotica