The Naughty Pleasures Bundle (Naughty Pleasures: Volume 1/Naughty Pleasures: Volume 2/Naughty Pleasures: Volume 3) (5 page)

My blood pumps hotly through my veins, I arch, pressing myself more fully against his mouth.

I hear my own desperate groan, before my body clenches and grows even slicker for him, the wetness of my body loud to my ears. His tongue spears me, fucks me, lapping up the proof of my pleasure before sinking a finger deep inside me.

“
Ian!”

Thighs parting, my knees nearly touch the bed, opening myself more fully to his assault.

I shudder, biting back a moan as he flicks his tongue over the entrance to my body. His large hands slide under my ass, lifting my hips to press me closer.

“
I like the taste of you.”

My clit throbs and a short scream erupts as he covers me with his mouth again, my heels dig into the mattress, my fingers thread deep into his hair, pulling him closer. This time, he tries little flicks and licks using his tongue, rubs with his thumb and sucks with his mouth. Lifting away his lips as I begin bucking against him, he plays his finger through my slickness before sliding it inside again…then adding another. Twisting, thrusting, probing.

I want him to lick and suck and bite at me, my eyes close and I moan. Lost in the sensations.

Quivering, I gasp around his cock, begging him not to stop. So he pumps his fingers, slow and deep and again.

He trails a single, bold finger down the cleft of my cheeks and parts of my mind just haze over. And then I feel the brush of a fingertip against my sensitive hole, probing as he begins to push in a little with one thick finger, breaching the tight ring of muscle and enters.

The air escapes my lungs and I freeze as he eases into my hole, then inserts two fingers back into my pussy. I feel full. Bucking as he thrusts with his fingers while sucking my clit hard with his mouth.

“
Oh, God, I’m going to come.” A jolt of electricity shoots through me and my tiny muscles clench on his finger over and over again as tremors of pleasure shake my body.

Making a rumbling sound deep in his chest, he leans on his elbow, gripping the back of my neck with his free hand as I work him with my hands and mouth.

His breath comes in short puffs as he begins to speed up, short, shallow thrusts. I can feel his cock thicken but he holds off from coming.

I buck and moan against his tongue and fingers as they work my pussy. The excruciating pleasure is almost too much.

I practically sob. Thrusting my hips up I fuck myself on his fingers. His tongue stroking insistently on my engorged clit, licking up and down my wet slit.

I arch even more. Pressing my heels into the mattress I lift my hips off the bed. Clenching my fingers in the sheets, I force myself not to wiggle as my second orgasm begins off slowly and is now overpowering me, my pussy clenching in wave after wave of sensation.

“
I want you inside of me.”

He lifts his head from where it was laying against the crease of my thigh, my juices pearly drops on the stubble of his chin.

“
I can certainly do that.”

He moves between my legs, causing his arousal to nestle snugly into the hot, wet place between my thighs. Sliding his hands down to my bottom, he repositions me so I am flush against his hard arousal. It takes his deep masculine groan, his hand squeezing my bottom, for me to realize I am rubbing myself against the hard ridge of his erection in time with the thrusts of his tongue in my mouth. I rotate my hips against his cock and this feels like heaven.

His dick slides through my delicate folds. Clasping his hands more firmly on my bottom he begins to rock through my lush folds over and over again.

Almost immediately, I feel pleasure building up hot and dark along my spine.

He spreads his fingers under my hips, holding me to him as he slides his thigh up between the silky skin of my legs. The plump lips between my legs are dripping.

“
Mmm.”

“
I can feel your wetness against my leg.”

He reaches out and strokes my pink labia peeking out at the apex of my thighs, presses me back and spreads my thighs wider in a single motion as he resettles himself.

Pushing the blunt head of his cock inside my slick channel in one long, extraordinarily slow stroke, the friction proves amazing.

My liquid-hot channel grips his cock as impatient rolling movements take over my hips.

He thrusts deeper. Deeper still. Then pulls out before impaling me again.

Fisting his hand in my hair, he angles my head the way he likes and devours my mouth with a carnal intent so blatant that my legs clench around the intrusion of his body.

He makes a rumbling sound in his throat as he shifts his free hand to my back and presses me impossibly closer.

My breasts are painfully tight.

My bare breasts rise up and down in a sharp rhythm.

He dips his head and sucks one begging nipple into his mouth. I convulse. Trembling from the hot burn of pleasure, I thrust a hand into his hair and hold on for the ride. He sucks and rolls my nipple, playing and tugging with the other one at the same time before covering my entire breast with his palm and squeezing.

Taking more of my breast into his mouth.

“
The other one again.
Please
.”

Releasing my nipple with a wet sound, he demands a kiss before giving me what I want, rolling and tasting my nipple like it is candy that he intends to savor.

He continues sucking and fondling my breasts with open enjoyment as he kneads my other breast with his big, confident hand.

I cry out, my eyes lock with his bright blue eyes as his lashes lift.

“
Harder.”

I cry out again, my nails dig into his sweat-slicked back. My orgasm leaves me gasping for breath, I lay against his chest and my face is buried deep into his neck.

He smiles and claims a hot, deep kiss, his stubble marking my skin.

I curve my legs around his waist, locking them at the ankles.

Suckling long, slow kisses down the other side of his neck. I stop to lick at his pulse before retracing my journey.

I reach out to shape and caress his bare skin, using my mouth on his jaw at the same time. His stubble rough against my firm lips, a decadent sensation. Moving my hand back to curve around his neck, I kiss him with soft sucks and licks.

Hands tightening on my breasts, he buries his face in my neck and urges me to speed up with harsh murmurs against my skin.

His head back, the tendons in his throat working as I take him as deep as I can, I hear him groan. His cock jerks as I whimper; going liquid around him and now his own release has him in a grip hard and brutal.

His cock expands and his balls tighten as he comes.

His tongue pushes past my lips and I suck it hard.

He likes that.

He sags back against me. My nakedness meets the pulsing rigidity of his body. Soft and wet.

Boneless.

My lips curve up at the corners as I lay with my eyes closed, my head resting against the soft mattress, tucked up against his side. “You sound satisfied with yourself.”

“
Oh, believe me, I am.”

MY WORK FUCK BUDDY

AFTER WORKING AT A CALL CENTER FOR ABOUT TEN YEARS THERE’S NOTHING THAT WOULD SURPRISE ME. I’ve had numerous opportunities to fuck countless people, managers and co-workers alike, but I’ve never given in.

The bad thing is that my boyfriend Thomas is too into himself and not enough into me. Sure, he says he loves me but flowers on Valentine’s Day and saying that he loves me is just not enough. Somewhere along the way he forgot that I have physical needs too.

I’ve tried to talk to him, believe me. But whenever I try to have this conversation with him, all he does is act like the victim and tell me that if he got it more often he could last longer. Really?

Little does he know, it’s not about lasting longer but caring to please me more. At least some of the time so that I do not feel so worthless and just like a piece of meat for him to get his jollies off.

Today is just like any day, I suppose I will follow the same routine as usual. The only difference is the low cut dress I am wearing instead of jeans and a T-shirt. I’m sure it would turn Thomas on, but I’m not wearing it for him.

I enjoy the attention I get at work from other men that flirt with me on a daily basis. It might seem a little basic, but it gives me a feeling of self-worth knowing that I can still get someone else in bed and rock their world. For some reason, this reassurance gives me what I need knowing that if Thomas and I don’t work out I’m still marketable.

I’ve known Steve for roughly three years now and have gone to lunch with him on several occasions. The relationship up to this point has been purely platonic but we both enjoy the constant innocent flirting back and forth.

Today however, I notice that he keeps staring at my legs whenever he thinks that I’m not looking. I find out that he is getting more of a show then I realize. A female co-worker finally tells me that in certain lighting around the office, especially in the lounge, you can see straight through my skirt. Oops!

I don’t need anyone to tell me what this dress is doing for Steve. Flirting with him every moment of the day might be a sick idea, but I burn with desire to be fucked! I need a change from the same day in day out pace and feel like being a little bit of a bad girl today. After all, it has been six years with Thomas and the first three years we were hot and heavy. Now, it seems more like a routine and not an adventure. I don’t mean to sound selfish but a girl has needs and mine are not being met at the moment. After all, I’ve never been an angel and Thomas knows it.

We aren’t married, as a matter of fact we are not even engaged so if I plan on keeping any wedding vows in the future I better fulfill any and all wild thoughts and desires now before he has me locked up and throws away the key.

Standing in the smoke shack I wait for Steve to show up at his usual time which is usually around ten in the morning.

Calmly he strolls in and I can tell that the combination of my dress and perfume is having an obvious effect as I watch his cock grow by several inches pressing insistently against the front of his shorts. It’s Friday and since we’re able to wear shorts today, his erection stands out for what seems to be a mile.

I’m the first to start up the small talk. Reaching out to place my hand on his hardened weapon, I can’t resist asking where he is thinking about going for lunch as his cock grows under my hand.

He looks down at me, his breath grows ragged. I know that all this time it has been innocent flirting, but I don’t think he ever thought I would take him up on his unspoken offer.

I cock my head. “So Steve, I’m thinking about going out for lunch. I might take two hours since boss lady is not in today. I can use all the relaxation time I can get to shed off some of this extra stress that has been building up over the past week. Would you like to join me?”

My question is two-fold so if he’s not getting the hint I have completely lost my touch. After all, I just grabbed his junk. He has been going out with someone for about a month but I sense there is no true commitment spoken or unspoken, otherwise his eyes would not be studying my body day in and day out.

“
Yeah, lunch would be great, Kim! Where are you thinking about going? He looks at me as if food is the last thing on his mind. The only thing I can imagine Steve is thinking with is the huge package in his pants. He’s been asking for it for a long time, so why shouldn’t I play him at his own game?

“
Why don’t we just wing it and figure it out when we get into the car. If you want, I’ll drive. Are you good around one o’clock? We can just take a later lunch than usual?” I bite my lip waiting for him to answer.

“
One o’clock is great!” His eyes appear as if they are about to pop out of their sockets.

One o’clock seems like it will never get here. I can’t concentrate. The only thing I can think about is Steve shoving his big dick into my wet pussy. I squirm trying to ease the ache between my thighs. Since I only live 3 miles away from work on a cul-de-sac and can pull directly into my driveway, it will make a perfect place for a snack or possibly a place to be a little bit naughty. Thomas lives about two hours from me, so even if he were to come over tonight he wouldn’t get here until around seven or eight o’clock.

Sitting in my car waiting for him, thoughts flow as smoothly as the dampness between my legs. Within minutes, he’s in the car and without even asking me where we are going, I pull out of the parking lot and head straight to my house.

When I pull into the driveway, we don’t talk. We just walk in. I reach for his arm and tug, leading him down the hall towards my Master bedroom.

Again I’m the first to crack, as I can’t resist placing my hand on his cock, sliding my fingers up and down his thick rod.

With my hand still gripping his cock, our eyes lock. I stroke him before I get behind him, and pull down his khaki shorts which reveal his very tight ass.

I kiss both of his butt cheeks before standing. I wrap my arms around his body and hold his dick with both of my tiny hands and begin stroking his length.