Amber's Allure

by Ella Fox

  He lifted his hands and cupped them, swirling the pads of his thumbs over my stiff nipples as I picked up the pace. “Such perfect fucking tits,” he moaned.

  The position we were in allowed me to rub my clit against him in a way that made my body tremble with desire. My breath came in gusts as I rocked faster.

  “Jake,” I moaned. “Fuck, Jake.”

  “Just like that,” he rasped. “I love the way your tight cunt grips my dick, baby.”

  I moved even faster, whimpering when he gently pinched my nipples.

  “I’m— oh, God, Jake. Right there!” I shrieked as I lost control, my body shaking on top of his as I came.

  He took total control, his hands going to my hips as he thrust up from under me over and over again.

  “Rub your clit,” he instructed, knowing full well that I could come more than once in this position.

  My back arched as I slid two fingers against my soaking cleft and began playing with my clit. I shivered and thrashed on top of him as he fucked me through another orgasm before helping me off. I got on my knees as he positioned himself behind me. He thrust in hard and fucked me faster, my hand a blur between my legs as I gripped his cock with my inner muscles and cried out over and over again. When I couldn’t come anymore, I dropped my hand and started thrusting back against him so he could take his own release.

  “Baby,” he whimpered. “Fuck, baby. I’m going to come so fucking hard.”

  I pulled off of him in a flash. Knowing what I wanted he dropped onto his back, letting out a loud roar when I got into position and took his cock into my mouth. Lifting off I teased the underside with my tongue and then the head before taking as much of his length back into my mouth as I could. I cupped his balls and shuttled my mouth up and down his cock faster as he chanted my name.

  “Amber, Amber, fuck, baby! I’m gonna come. Let me jerk it onto your tits.”

  I popped my mouth off with a little groan and placed my chest where he wanted it. His eyes were wild with passion as he jerked his cock against my tits. He choked out a desperate sound as the first blast of hot come hit my right nipple, then bellowed my name as each succeeding burst hit my chest. When it was over I sat back up on my knees and rubbed it in while he watched through lust filled eyes.

  “Keep doing that and we won’t make it down to the restaurant for dinner.”

  I grinned and wiggled my eyebrows. “So this will be a repeat of all our other nonstop sex honeymoons?”

  “Count on it,” he laughed as I changed my position and curled up against his side.

  “How about we take the next round to the shower?”

  “Anywhere, anytime,” he said huskily. “You just need to give me that look you give when you want it and I’m hard.”

  “Look?” I questioned cheekily, already knowing the answer.

  “Just another part of Amber’s Allure,” he answered with a grin. “You know I’m powerless against it.”

  I smiled as I traced my finger in circles on his abdomen, my happily ever after more than I could ever have dreamt of.

  THE END

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  Sin’s Temptation Excerpt

  Sin’s Temptation

  Copyright 2017 Ella Fox

  “Even though this piece is about your business success, I’d be remiss if I didn’t ask you some personal questions.”

  I was lucky the interview was being conducted over the phone and not face-to-face because it meant I could roll my eyes.

  “Fire away.”

  “I can find no record of you having a steady girlfriend, at least not since you became a success…”

  I waited, not surprised when there was no elaboration. Interviewers loved to ask leading questions. I didn't fall for that shit.

  “That isn’t a question,” I said dryly.

  “Oh! Well…” the reporter on the other end of the line spluttered for a few seconds, seemingly unable to think of how to frame his question.

  I let him flounder. Cruel? Maybe. I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to help him. People were nosy as fuck, and I thought the question was completely unnecessary. The only reason anyone gave a damn about my relationship status was due to my wealth. If I were a janitor, no one would have cared.

  “What I’m trying to ask is, do you have a girlfriend?”

  I couldn’t contain my snort. “No,” I answered unapologetically.

  “Is there a particular reason why?”

  Again, I rolled my eyes. I loathed the way people felt entitled to dig in for answers to stupid questions.

  “This is where you want me to say something along the lines of I haven’t met the right woman yet,” I snickered. “Sorry to disappoint but that isn’t the case with me. I don’t do relationships because I think it would be shitty to let someone believe for even a second it might lead to marriage.”

  I shuddered as I said it. The concept of marriage made me seriously uncomfortable. Agreeing to commit to one woman for the rest of my life? Not fucking happening. I’d never met anyone I wanted to spend a month with, much less a lifetime.

  “You’re anti-marriage?” the reporter queried.

  “Not for anyone who wants that life,” I answered. “It just isn’t for me.”

  I’d seen the dark side of marriage, knew all too well what the fallout looked like. To the depths of my soul, I had no desire for it, and I didn’t believe for a second that anything or anyone would ever change my outlook. I was successful beyond my wildest dreams, and I wasn’t dependent upon or beholden to anyone other than myself. I was in control and I damn sure planned to stay solo. Besides—I liked variety.

  “In your position, I wouldn’t want to settle down either,” he said enviously. “You’ve got it damn good.”

  My lips quirked and I nodded to myself. It was the most accurate thing he’d said since we’d gotten on the phone.

  “Life is great,” I confirmed.

  The interview concluded shortly after that. With it behind me, I was able to relax and focus on the drive. Twenty minutes later my system was cranking Guns n’ Roses ‘Paradise City’ as I guided my black Range Rover into a parking spot at the rear of my store, Erotic Bent. It was a beautiful day, and I’d rather have been working at my record store by the sea than at the sex shop, but digging through vinyl wasn’t on the agenda. Instead, I’d just driven for a bit less than two hours to get from Malibu to Riverside.

  The online component of my business made up for almost three-quarters of my yearly earnings, but the brick and mortar stores were still significant. I owned ten shops in Southern California, which meant sometimes I had no choice but to make those shitty drives. I cared about my company, and I wanted my employees to know I was hands-on.

  Still, I wasn’t excited about having to spend the day sitting with my accountant to go over financials for a yearly internal review. The saving grace was that if all went according to plan, it would be my only face-to-face interaction with him until he generated his report.

  My chief bookkeeper could've handled it, but I liked to make sure everyone knew who was in charge. People assumed it was easy being as successful as I was since in a lot of ways my products sold themselves. They couldn’t have been more wrong. I’d never been one to sit on my laurels, and I didn’t see obscene wealth as an excuse to be lazy. As a thirty-four-year-old billionaire, I could’ve sold or delegated everything, but I hadn’t. I’d gotten to where I was with a lot of hard work, and I was proud of it. Work was my one long-term commitment, and I was fine devoting my life to it.

  After getting myself in the right frame of mind to look at numbers all day, I turned off the engine and climbed out of the car. Closing the door behind me, I clicked my key fob to arm the system and then headed into the store. It was just after ten in the morning, which was a busy time. Peopled tended to assume that sex stores saw the most action at night, but that wasn’t the case. The mor
ning was when most people found it easiest to sneak off to buy their sex toys.

  In ninety percent of the marriages I knew of that were sexless (or damn near so) involved either the wife withholding sex or the husband completely ignored his partner—something our clientele reflected. We did a brisk business with unsatisfied suburban moms. They came in once the husband left for work and the kids were in school, looking for something to end the monotony of being neglected sexually by their man. They came in for plastic fantastic, and sometimes, if there were a connection, I’d give them the real thing. After it was over, I’d leave and never contact them again, which was just what we both wanted.

  The narrative about women not wanting one night—or one afternoon—is dead wrong. It isn’t just men who have needs. There’s no one more willing to have it be a one-time thing than a woman who just wants to be touched. I aimed to please, and quite often they rode me like they were auditioning for the rodeo after they sucked my dick like their last name was Hoover. I was of the opinion that if their husbands didn’t want someone else to be giving their woman dick, they needed to get the fuck on it and do it themselves. I might have been anti-commitment, but I enjoyed women and took tremendous pleasure in making them happy.

  When I entered the store, I stopped at the end of the dildo aisle, grinning when my eyes settled on an attractive woman tracing her finger over a package containing Big Barry. Barry was a nine-inch long, wrist-thick cock that drove women wild. My attention stayed on her as she licked her lips, her fascination with Big Barry more than evident.

  It was as I started walking toward the bored housewife that I saw my fork in the road.

  I’d taken maybe two steps when I realized there was someone on the other side of the woman holding Big Barry. Said woman instantly faded away as my eyes trailed hungrily over the features of a girl holding a five-inch suction-cupped cock in her hand. The pounding of my heart thudded in my ears like the sound of waves crashing onto the beach. Anxious to see the rest of her, I stepped to the side so that the woman I’d been intent on talking to, the one who had instantly become an inconvenience, was no longer blocking my line of sight.

  The instant I could see the girl from head to toe, my cock went solid. Never in my life had the blood left my fucking head this fast. It was so abrupt I was dizzy for several seconds.

  She was one of those girls—you know the ones. At first glance, they look old enough to get into the club, but on closer examination, you realize they’re jailbait. I’d have been completely oblivious to it if she hadn’t been wearing the uniform for public school students in California.

  Somehow she made the khaki skirt look sexy as hell. Even her simple white polo shirt looked good. Her lustrous dark hair was in a ponytail that fell to just below her bra line. My eyes traveled hungrily over her neck as I grappled with a damn near overwhelming desire to bite and suck on the sensitive skin there, knowing it would make her wet. I couldn’t get over just how stunning she was, and I was only seeing half of her.

  The side of her face I could see was perfection; flawless skin with puffy pink lips that I knew would look oh-so-fucking-good wrapped around my cock. The hunger I felt for her was instantaneous and all consuming. I was desperate to touch, to taste, and to devour her.

  I remained completely entranced until it hit me that I was not the only one staring at her. When I looked up, I saw a man at the other end of the aisle studying her appreciatively. I hated the way he was looking her over like he was imagining doing X-rated things with her.

  My response was swift. Over my dead fucking body would he ever lay one finger on her. With an urgency that startled me, I stepped forward and touched her arm.

  “Hey—”

  When she looked up and our eyes connected, I lost everything.

  Every.

  Fucking.

  Thing.

  Her beautiful blue eyes had me completely enthralled, and the world around me felt like it tipped over. The shift was thunderous. Up close I felt as if I’d been starved of her for the entirety of my life. I wanted her so badly I’d have fucked her right there in aisle six if she’d said it was okay. Of course, I’d only have done so after I got rid of anyone else who might have seen her. I knew down to my fucking marrow that she belonged to me. I also knew I’d drag any motherfucker who tried to touch what was mine straight down to hell.

  The color on her cheeks and the sweet way she licked her lips made my dick twitch in my pants. I ached to kiss her, to taste her sweet lips and explore her mouth. I growled low in my throat when I glanced over her shoulder and saw two more men looking at her appreciatively. Anxious to get her away from their leering, I took the suction-cup dick from her hand and tossed it down on the shelf.

  “You won’t be needing that,” I rasped. “Come with me.”

  There was a dreamy smile on her lips as she looked up at me. “Okay," she said breathlessly. It seemed like she was as enchanted by me as I was by her, which pleased me to no end.

  She inched closer to me before she abruptly stopped and shook her head as if to clear it.

  "Wait! I don’t—” she swallowed as her eyes darted around the store anxiously. “Who are you?”

  Realizing I’d scared her, I raised my free hand and gestured reassuringly. “Don’t worry, you’re safe. I own this store,” I explained. “I want to take you back to the office area because we need to talk.”

  Just to talk, I reminded my cock. The fucker thought she was true north, and he was more than ready to go home.

  Her brows rose in surprise. “You’re Jordan Sinclair?” she asked.

  My name on her lips was heaven. I didn’t know how I felt about the fact that she had clearly heard of me, though. It bothered me that she knew I owned porn stores.

  “Yeah,” I admitted gruffly. “That’s me.”

  “Oh… okay,” she said with a hesitant smile. “I’ll go back to the offices with you.”

  The instant she agreed, I was moving to guide her up the other end of the aisle, away from the gawkers. I walked us straight into the back, stopping when we got into the hall so I could ask her some questions.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Natalie Farrar,” she answered softly.

  Fuck me, I thought. This girl.

  This.

  Girl.

  She was like a goddamn dream.

  A dream that could’ve become a nightmare if someone aside from me had approached her out in the store. It wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that someone would’ve followed her out to the parking lot. The very thought made me angry. Not with her—with them. Schoolgirls were like crack to creepers. A tidal wave of worst-case scenarios hit me all at once, each one more disturbing than the last. Why the hell did I own sex stores? And more importantly, why was she inside one of them?

  “Are you ditching school to buy sex toys?”

  Her cheeks flushed as she giggled nervously, a sweet sound with a little bit of husky thrown in.

  “No, I’m not ditching school,” she assured me.

  I raised an eyebrow as I stared down at her skeptically. Nothing about her facial expression indicated she was lying, but the evidence pointed to the contrary. “You’re wearing a uniform and it’s way too early for school to be out for the day,” I pointed out.

  Natalie shook her head. “I promise, I’m not ditching. I only had to go in this morning to empty my locker and turn in my textbooks.”

  I assumed she meant she was moving, which made me feel sick. I panicked, wondering if she was leaving the state. I couldn’t let that happen. Forcing myself to calm way the fuck down, I inhaled and exhaled a deep breath as I assured myself I’d figure out a way to stop that shit.

  Slightly calmer, I’d focused on getting some answers. I’d needed to know more while also getting across to her that she had no place in a sex shop.

  “If you were just looking for a way to pass the time, you should’ve gone to the mall or something. You’re too young to be in this store,” I pointed out.
“What were you thinking? You could have been—”

  My sentence trailed off when the door to the meeting room opened. Turning my head, I grimaced as my accountant, Robert, stepped into the hall. Before I could tell him to fuck off so I could finish talking to Natalie (who was way too fucking young, I kept reminding my dick) he grinned and walked our way.

  “Hey, Jordan! I see you’ve met Natalie. She’ll be shadowing me for the next six weeks for her Senior Project.”

  I blank stared him as I processed his words. My first reaction was relief that she was a senior. Granted, she was still much younger than I, but at least in a few weeks, she’d be out of high school and on her way to college. I’d been worried I was lusting after a tenth grader. Knowing that wasn’t the case was a weight off of my shoulders. Whatever my wait time would be—and I would’ve waited a lifetime if I had to—I knew it wouldn’t be years.

  Still, her being a senior didn’t excuse Robert bringing her to the store. My anger was a living, pulsing thing beneath my skin. He’d been a fool to bring her into the store.

  “Do you realize how reprehensible it is for you to have brought a minor to a fucking sex store?” I hissed.

  Robert’s hands flailed frantically as he shook his head. “No! God no! She’s eighteen, almost nineteen. I would never.”

  As good as that news was I still wanted to throttle him. She shouldn’t have been exposed to men leering at her while they were in the middle of doing a porn and lube run. I was not okay with the way they’d been looking at her— so clearly imagining her naked. Wanting to touch and defile her. The thought made me sick.

  “Do you fucking realize she was out there on the floor, and perverts were looking at her?” I seethed. “You put her in danger!”

  Robert had a very deer caught in the headlights look about him.

  “Natalie! I told you not to go out there,” he said in a voice full of exasperation. “She shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t—”