Mad About You: A Box Set

by Pamela Ann

  I was on fire. My skin burned, my mouth watered, and my cock salivated at the tempting torridness seeping from her parted thighs. If her motive was to throw me off kilter, she’d effectively done so.

  I felt mental, torn between debauchery and lucidity. But just as my mind tried to reel more control, she unexpectedly kissed me deeply, erasing every thought I had. The world became a blur, and all I cared about was the woman in my arms.

  Drowning in her kiss, I secured my hand behind her head, ravishing her lips, voraciously devouring her whole. I felt drunk, irrevocably under her wicked spell.

  Lightly adjusting her hips, she lifted slowly without detaching from our kiss.

  Too out of my mind to register anything at all, I was consumed by the power of her kiss and barely heard the zipper of my trousers being lowered. I realized too late; it only dawned on me when her hand wrapped around the shaft. We both groaned in unison from the first stroke of her wicked hand. Without breaking our kiss, the wanton minx strategically sat on my bare length, perfectly positioning my hardness between her slickened cunt lips.

  “Bloody sweet mercy, you witch!” A wretched hissing grunt broke out of my throat, vaguely shivering at the superb sensation of her greedy cunt sliding and gliding on my dick. “Damn you and your wet greedy pussy!” I was as incensed as I was equally aroused.

  The witch paid no heed to my wretched words. Up and down she went, rocking me to kingdom come.

  “Jared,” the sexy kitten moaned as she slipped her robe off her shoulders, exposing her luscious tits directly against my lips. She daringly arched her back, bewitchingly offering me a pink nipple.

  This—here—right this instance, this was where I inconceivably lost my bloody mind!

  All fight drained away, surrendering to the wicked minx’s wish before I roughly bit into her pebbled rosebud with a wild animalistic groan, evoking a loud whimper from the sex starved woman. Her cunt wild with need, Gisele was seemingly lost as she reveled in the wonderful friction our wet sensual rubbing produced.

  “I know you don’t want to really fuck me, but we can be creative. I don’t mind this…stay with me…only seek her to satisfy your other needs,” she panted out as I suckled her breast, one hand gripping her free tit and the other rubbing her clit. “You can have us both. I won’t begrudge you that, Jared. I promise.”

  Her words set my dick ablaze. She dangled her mad idea, resulting in my cock hardening further. It couldn’t be denied. Her cunning method of wanting to keep me was as senseless as it was appealing.

  What was I to do? Her proposition was tempting. What idiot wouldn’t be? But even so…even if I lashed out all of my frustrations on Rose’s body, my attraction to Gisele wouldn’t dissipate. Did she believe I simply had to fuck Rose and I’d desire her no longer? How I wished my anatomy could easily be convinced. Life surely would be less complicated.

  But right this instant, my world became hers. Nothing seemed to matter. No one registered in my muddled brain. However, one thing remained in the back of my mind—Gisele’s undeniable surrender to me, willingly offering every man’s dream on the table. Two women. Both for different purposes. A wife and a mistress. One for sexual needs while the other provided warmth and sanctuary in her arms.

  “Are you sure this is what you want? What if you get jealous, what then?” I heaved out, placing a hand on her hip, halting her rocking motion. Cradling her face, I searched for the truth in her depths.

  Her gray eyes brazenly battled with my own before she leaned closer and sensually shrugged, letting the rest of her robe slide off her arms, displaying all of her body for my perusal. Her cunt lips encased my length. The slit of my generous cockhead peeking from the top, just above her mons. I had never seen a more beautiful sight. Her wanton exquisiteness left me speechless—she literally took my breath away.

  Her eyes followed mine, glancing down below before she began to excruciatingly use her clit to tease and rock the head of my shaft. The mind-numbing sensation excreted pre-cum out of my tiny hole. My thumb swiped it off my shaft, bringing it to her parted lips. I coated the rim of her pink pillowy lips before shoving the rest of my cream on her tongue. With an unwavering stare, Gisele daringly sucked off my thumb and moaned with unbarred wantonness.

  I almost lost it.

  “I want you. It’s the only thing I care about right now. You ask about jealousy? I already am jealous of Rose. But I’m not going to let it cloud my judgment. I’m not ready to give you up when we’ve barely begun. You want me, and I want you desperately, but your reservations wouldn’t allow you to take what’s legally yours. I may be young, but I can handle you. I’m not going to throw hissy fits and question your every move. You’re free to do as you please. We carry on living our lives without disconnecting from each other. We don’t have to name it anything. We’ll simply be intimately getting to know one other without strings attached or commitment.”

  Bloody. Hell. There was no question she had inherited her father’s unshakable determination. Her spunk was admirable. But alas, there were too many red flags…How could she reduce herself being used in such a manner?

  “Most women wouldn’t agree to such an arrangement.”

  She arched an elegant brow, challenging me. “I’m not most women, in case that obvious fact escaped your notice.”

  I knew she was special, as did most of the male population. “What about you? Will you continue with your army of admirers?”

  “I have to keep up the pretense, don’t I?” she immediately quipped back.

  Wyatt and CO. weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, then. The Rinaldi man most especially, his eyes gave him away. They were possessive, examining each man who came to Gisele at her father’s funeral with great scrutiny. I was tempted to confront him, too, but Thomas sardonically pointed out brawls stemming from jealousy shouldn’t take place at her father’s funeral.

  It was the word jealousy that drove it home for me. I rejected Thomas’s notions, of course. But after I joined her in bed later that night and that bloody buffoon texted her, the abominable reaction reared its ugly head, confirming Thomas’s suspicion. I was jealous; there was no mistaking it. But instead of pondering the complexities of my emotions towards Gisele, I diverted my mind to pleasurable, much more savory pastures. The memory of her lush body laid out on the bed, ready for the taking, was embedded in my mind.

  Here I was again, weighing the complexity of my passions towards my young wife. She freely granted me freedom, but where did that leave her? So, if Gisele intended to mingle amongst the bloody oafs, I’d wish to know, too. “Will you have the same freedom you’ve granted me to enjoy?”

  She pointedly looked at me unblinkingly. “You tell me, Jared.”

  The thought of her offering herself to another man made me see red. But I believed in equality even though my cock was against it. “It’s only fair if you do, too.”

  Her face lit up before she hastily planted those luscious puckers against my own. “So…” she coquettishly whispered with a sexy smile, “does that mean it’s a yes?”

  “Let me think on it…if that’s all right with you.” Must you really? What happened t0 “the decision was set in stone?” my mind wretchedly countered, taunting me. You only had to feel her glorious cunt on your cock and you’re done for.

  It was beyond pathetic, I knew, but if there was a possible solution around this hellish ordeal without having to give Gisele up, then I was willing to see if her solution would be the answer to my dilemma.

  “You have until tomorrow night to decide, or the deal’s off,” she briskly ordered, unamused by my indecision.

  My dick involuntarily twitched. “You have no idea how much it turns me on when you get all commanding on me.” I made a wicked grin as my palm struck her right ass cheek, propelling her forward, launching her creamy breasts towards me. I feasted on them, nipping, suckling, and groping her velvety globes punishingly. A delirious guttural moan came out of her when I used my teeth to tug her breast, spurting more of
her slick essence on my shaft as she rode me harder, harsher.

  Her intense rocking motion made her hair come undone as she fiercely undulated against my hard length.

  My mouth hung ajar as I marveled in sheer fascination. She was so lovely just like this—splendidly out of her mind stimulated, solely fixated on the feeling my cock granted her pussy. She was a vision of wild abandon, and I couldn’t get enough of her. There was nothing sexier than witnessing a woman unleashing primal appetite, uninhibited with her sexuality.

  All of my senses stroking the uncontainable fire, my thumb unforgivingly circled her nub while my other hand grappled her hip, obscenely grinding her greedy mound on my girth. The glorious slurping sounds of our sexes grinding together roused me to a point of no return. “Christ almighty, woman!” I harshly thundered out, blinded by a compelling need. “Ride me faster, harder. Grind that tight cunt on my cock, Gisele! Show me how much you need me, kitten.”

  “Fuck,” she frantically moaned as she bit her lip. “Oh, fuck yes!” She went mad on my cock, rolling her hips in such a feverish motion that even though she was screaming as she orgasmed, she carried out my command, never stopping her momentum so I could have my release, too. I was on the verge of spurting my seed when she marginally tilted her hips, accidentally sliding the fat head of my pole into her narrow vaginal opening.

  A sharp hiss came out of our lips, freezing us both. Time stood still. A deafening sound blanketed us as our stunned eyes collided. We heavily panted, eyes flickering different ranges of emotions as we grappled with the severity of the situation. She was so snug the head barely pierced through her. But it was there, inside of her, throbbing as it was being choked by such incredible snugness it was almost unreal. The intense combination of pain and pleasure rocketed through me, soft licks of temptation knocking the last remnants of common sense left in my fogged brain.

  When I was about to shift her back off of my length, the wicked witch flexed her cunt muscles boldly, tightening around the bulbous head, making my nose flare from the sweet torture her cunt did to me.

  My eyes glazed with rabid lust, but a spark of consciousness fluttered through my mind. “Don’t,” I harshly grunted out. My fingers dug into her hips, quite terrified at the look on her beautiful face. “We can’t fuck, Gisele.”

  “So you say…” she gasped out, daring as she brazenly lowered her cunt another inch before viciously hissing when she couldn’t go farther. She was beyond tight. It was almost as unbearably painful as it was exquisite. “Fuck…It hurts so much…” Her gray eyes moistened, beyond frustrated at her pussy’s inability to take more.

  This was a good sign. Thank God! Great relief washed over me. But curiosity pressed my mind. “Are you sure you’ve been fucked before?” I blurted out before realizing I had spoken the question aloud. How could one be so unimaginably tight for such a sexually active woman? She’d had sex with Jack Yates—abandoned condom foils were on her nightstand, for fuck’s sake.

  “I lost my virginity a little over a month ago,” she murmured before she carefully placed a hand on my shoulder, slowly lifting her body then sliding it back down in the same cautious manner. “Let me do this please…even if it’s just the tip…” she begged. Before I could manage a response, her lips captured mine, silencing me altogether.

  Her cunt wouldn’t allow her to take more, so I granted her wish. How could I not? She felt too marvelous to resist. She frenziedly fucked the head of my cock. The only drawback was when the wench wouldn’t get off when I was seconds away from release.

  “Damn it, Gisele!” I forcefully yanked her off me, placing her back on the ottoman. My hand wrapped around the base of my hardened length, savagely jerking it. Seconds away from unloading, her hand covered mine while she intently gawked up at me.

  “Let me.”

  Her mouth devoured me whole. My hips bucked as I raptly scrutinized her glorious mouth trying to take my entire length. Tears rimmed her eyes, but it didn’t deter me from placing a hand behind her head, pushing her mouth farther down my girth. She let out a groan before placing a hand on my leg, as if to stop me.

  She ought to be taught a lesson—never play with the big boys if she couldn’t handle the heat.

  Without hesitation, I forced my dick down her throat, taking half of my length, choking her as my cock-head hit past her throat to her esophagus, gagging her as my seed raced down from my sack and out of my slit, heavily exploding into her mouth.

  “Choke on my cock,” I roared, possessed with undeniable hedonism.

  Thick saliva dribbled out of her mouth. The sublime rush of release as I watched her asphyxiate on my hardness, shortly cutting off her air supply as I pumped into her crevice. The last creamy ropes of my semen jetted onto the back of her throat, never stopping until the very last drop was milked out of me. A harsh grunt rumbled out of my chest as I slid out of her ravaged mouth.

  Darting her tongue out, she licked her lips of any traces of my cream.

  I gazed down on her, chest heaving, and I was ready to reach out and kiss her senseless when an image of Paige flittered before me. The deathly pale pallor of her corpse as I held onto our dead infant baby enfolded in a pink blanket, her tiny lips bluish purple, lifeless as could be.

  As quickly as it flashed before me, it disappeared in the same speedy manner. But the effect of that vivid memory lingered, just it always did before I was set to embark on a risky move. This, however, seldom happened. It wasn’t a common occurrence. I had always thought it an omen, believing my wife and child were out there protecting me somehow. And apparently, Gisele didn’t meet their approval.

  “Jared?” Gisele stood on her knees, reaching out to me until I balked at her touch. “Are we…okay?”

  No…I doubted we were ever going to be. Not when I was being reeled in by powerful reminders of my vows to Paige. No one would come in between us. Gisele threatened to break what I had with my wife. I was left with no choice but to take a step back. I had kissed her, for fuck’s sake! Paige was supposed to be the last woman whose lips I’d kissed. My promise was now broken. How could I live with the guilt after betraying one of my sacred vows, dishonoring her?

  Shame filled me. Repulsion came second.

  Gathering her in my arms, I held onto her then pressed my nose into her neck, inhaling her scent before I left a soft kiss on her forehead. “I’m sorry, but I’m leaving for a short while.” Maybe it was high time I moved back to my house in Pacific Heights until I sorted myself out. Adding Rose to the equation would only complicate things.

  “When it comes to you, I’m always on the losing end…When will I ever learn?” she mumbled to herself, shivering in my arms.

  Hardening my heart, I repeated how sorry I was, but she wasn’t having it.

  “I’m not going to wait for you, you know.” She sniffed, her beautiful face twisted in unbound pain. “I’m not going pine until you’ve gotten bored with Rose and come back to me so you can indulge having a little thrill messing around with me. I won’t let you treat me that way. If you choose to leave and temporarily move in with her, I won’t ever welcome you back in my bed again, Jared. Not next month. Not next year or in five years’ time. If you leave, you leave it for good.” Tilting her stubborn chin, chilling gray eyes bore into my blue ones.

  An ultimatum. She was throwing an ultimatum…because she didn’t want to let me go. I didn’t deserve her. Maybe Wyatt Rinaldi would be perfect for her. Admitting it didn’t sit well with me, but I was left with no choice. The sacrifice was too great if I pursued this route with Gisele. The woman had the capacity to break down my barriers. She had gotten me to kiss her after ten years of keeping my promise to Paige. If Gisele accomplished such a feat in less than a month, how long would it take for her to capture my heart? I didn’t want to know. Leaving her to secure my lucidity was far more important than indulging in erotic highs.

  “Forgive me, but my mind’s made up.” My eyes never left her beautiful ones, feeling wounded all of a sudden, as though
I had lost something significant with her. I probably did. I wouldn’t know.

  Disentangling from my arms, Gisele proudly gathered her robe. She didn’t function in haste. She took her time sliding her arms into the silk gown before she tied it around her body.

  “Give my kind regards to Rose.” She granted me one icy look before walking away, out of the walk-in closet and out the door of the bedroom.

  I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until I heard the loud thud of the door being shut.

  Hollowness pitted in my stomach, but I ignored the plaguing feeling. Letting her go was for the best. She was too young, too everything. And if I was being truly honest with myself, Gisele petrified me since controlling my urges whenever she was around seemed futile.

  My fate was sealed, a fate that didn’t include her.

  Chapter 16

  Jared

  “Mister St. James?” Audrey, my personal assistant, strode in with her electronic calendar as she gave me a pointed look. Her cat-like eyeglasses made it much more severe. “I’m here to remind you it’s Peter’s daughter’s nineteenth birthday tomorrow. Her father’s arranged flowers for all special occasions, but I’m also wondering if you want me to send an arrangement addressed from you since you’re her guardian, after all?”

  Tomorrow was her birthday. “Yes, that’d be lovely. Thanks for reminding me, Audrey.” How had this escaped my mind? I supposed I wasn’t as keen as I had thought I was. Setting my pen down, I glanced towards the determined woman situated across from me, brows furrowing as her fingertips busied with tapping nonstop on the screen. “Do you think I should give a present as well?”