Hard as a Rock 1 by Carter Mina

Author:Carter, Mina [Carter, Mina]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: None, Erotica, Paranormal, Literature & Fiction
Published: 2013-01-30T07:00:00+00:00

starched cotton of my shirt had sparked many a long lunch. Namely a quick dash home for some

“personal” time with the thick vibrator in my underwear drawer.

“Fuck.”

He was as eloquent as many a man who’d been faced with my ample cleavage. More

rubenesque than a stick insect, I was proud of my curves despite Kenneth’s none too subtle suggestion

about a “reduction”. I’d replied by offering to return the favor. South of the belt.

Feeling bolder than I had for years, I smoothed my hands up the sides of my ribcage, molding my

shape until I reached my breasts. I pushed them together, created a deep cleavage he couldn’t seem to

drag his gaze from and gave him a hot look.

“Like what you see?”

He nodded. Once, twice. Grinning, I hooked a finger under and between my rounded globes.

The clasp gave with a little click. The satin fell away, my breasts unfettered and open to his gaze. The

heat in his eyes intensified as I touched myself, cupping, flicking a finger over my stiff nipples.

“How about you try?”

I hadn’t finished the sentence when he had an arm around and under my waist. Easily

supporting my weight, he pulled me up, my back bowed as he dropped his head. I gasped as he flicked a

tongue over my nipple. Where it had been soft a moment ago as he kissed me, his tongue was harder

and…ridged?

Oh. My. God.

My pussy clenched, heat slipping from it to dampen my panties. He could alter the composition

of his body. Alter his tongue from human to ohmygodI’mgonnacome-tastic. Holy hell, what would that

feel like when he ate my pussy?

He didn’t give me any quarter. As he nibbled and licked at my nipples, widening his attention to

the soft flesh around them, his other hand got busy at the waistband of my pants. His dexterous fingers

worked at the stubborn bastard of a fastener, but the damn thing wouldn’t give.

“Fuck it, just rip them off. Please.”

I barely recognized my own voice. Breathy, feminine and needy. As if I should have been a

phone sex operator. Hell, I’d do anything if it eased the ache deep down inside. The need to be filled, to

be fucked, overrode all else. Which wasn’t surprising. Kenneth and I had stopped doing the dirty months

before we’d actually split, which meant I hadn’t had a real cock in months and Mr.Buzzy in my drawer

was nearing motor burnout.

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