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Chapters (25)
  1. Table of Contents
  2. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  3. DEDICATION
  4. Prologue
  5. CHAPTER 1
  6. CHAPTER 2
  7. CHAPTER 3
  8. CHAPTER 4
  9. CHAPTER 5
  10. CHAPTER 6
  11. CHAPTER 7
  12. CHAPTER 8
  13. CHAPTER 9
  14. CHAPTER 10
  15. CHAPTER 11
  16. Epilogue
  17. About A.L. Brooks
  18. Other Books from Ylva Publishing
  19. Nights of Silk and Sapphire
  20. Heart’s Surrender
  21. Don’t Be Shy (Vol 1 & 2)
  22. Hot Line
  23. Coming from Ylva Publishing
  24. Just My Luck
  25. Grounded

It felt so good to be wanted this badly, to be swept up in someone else’s desire. She helped Chris push the G-string down past her hips and let it fall to the ground. She felt completely exposed, but strangely, it didn’t unnerve her.

Chris ran her hands over Lou’s ass, stroking gently at first, and then with firmer pressure, her fingers sinking into Lou’s soft flesh. She pressed her mouth into the juncture of Lou’s neck and collarbone, sucking and nibbling and sending delicious shivers down Lou’s back. As Chris cupped Lou’s ass strongly with one hand, she ran the fingers of the other hand through Lou’s wetness from behind, dipping just one fingertip into Lou’s cunt, teasing her with a hint of what was to come. Lou pushed against that finger, painfully aching for more, and Chris laughed against her skin.

“Soon, sexy. Soon.” She chuckled and lifted her head. “How about we get ourselves sat down now?”

Lou nodded eagerly. She was desperate to push this along and very happy that Chris seemed just as keen. She stepped back to give Chris room to unzip her leathers, salivating as the dildo was revealed; she was even more ready for this than she’d realised.

Chris caught her gaze and grinned. “Like what you see?” she asked, huskily, stroking one hand up the full length of the dildo and back down again.

“Oh shit, yes,” Lou growled, as her juices flowed even more. God, it had been a very long time since she’d wanted to be fucked this much.

“Then I think we’d better sit down, don’t you?”

Lou’s breath caught in her throat. She watched Chris as she sat down and adjusted her hips as she settled in the chair. Once Chris was positioned, Lou straddled the chair. Staring into Chris’s eyes, Lou waited there in quiet anticipation while Chris opened a condom and rolled it on.

“Something tells me you don’t need lube,” whispered Chris, and Lou shook her head. She whimpered as Chris ran her hands through her wetness and then used that to moisten the dildo. It looked about seven inches long, not a scary length, but it would fill Lou completely. Her breath hitched at the thought.

And then Chris placed her hands on Lou’s hips and, gripping firmly, guided Lou down. Lou closed her eyes, the exquisite eroticism of the moment overwhelming her. She was panting, loudly, and didn’t care. She reached down to position the dildo at her entrance and then placed both hands on Chris’s shoulders.