Sinful Needs (Wicked End Book 2)

by Jeanisse, Bella

  Jennifer smirked. He ordered just right, too. Was everything about this guy perfect? She hoped his flaws were minor, or at least easy to handle.

  Matthew looked over at her. She was the most beautiful woman he had met in this new town. He moved closer to his sister to get away from his cheating ex-wife. He could not stand to look at anything that reminded him of that slut. He had hoped he could meet someone to take his mind off his ex and she seemed to be doing just that.

  They both sipped their drinks and looked at each other with a smile. One drink quickly turned into two, then three, and then four. Soon they were laughing and revealing their pasts. The buzz they felt was enough for their guard to be down and inhibitions to fade.

  “On a little league baseball field? Really?” Matthew was shocked that Jennifer admitted to it, but he was glad she was open-minded to a point.

  She smiled. “My ass was right on home plate. Good thing it was dark out. We could hear people passing by not too far away. I’m sure someone heard me crying out as I came, though.” It was something only four people knew about. She could not believe she told him.

  “The only interesting place I ever had sex was my car.” Matthew smirked, recalling a few details about the encounter. “But we did get caught by a cop.” They both laughed at that.

  Jennifer’s eyebrows rose, “So, never in a public place?” She looked at him with longing. The sex talk made her panties wet. The alcohol allowed her mind to wander and fantasize about him in detail.

  “Nope, sorry. I guess I’m boring. I have to broaden my horizons.”

  “Starting now,” she got up and pulled Matthew towards the back of the club by the hand.

  “Where are we going?”

  “To broaden your horizons.”

  Matthew was hoping he knew what she meant. He was a bit shy when it came to initiating something with a new girl. He was always afraid if he made the first move, he would be rebuked. When she dragged him into the empty ladies’ room, he almost stopped her, unsure again. Then his dick stirred. He needed to live a little.

  “We’re not strangers anymore. Kiss me,” Jennifer demanded as she shoved him against the door of a handicapped stall. It had just enough room to do what she wanted. She hoped he would loosen up and go with the mood.

  Matthew leaned down and kissed her lips. She tasted as good as she looked. He reached around and grabbed her ass in his hands. The alcohol was helping him be what she seemed to want and do what he wanted so badly. His kisses got aggressive fast. He needed her more than he had ever needed anyone.

  Jennifer was excited he went along with it. She put her hands on his chest and ran her tongue across his teeth until he opened his mouth for her. Then their kissing became passionate. They heard women talking, but ignored it. She grabbed a handful of his hair as his body pressed against hers slightly. A quiet moan escaped her lips as her pussy contracted, and her hips brushed his.

  He could not hold back anymore. One hand slid under her top and grasped her breast as he groaned in her ear. “God, I want you,” he whispered. Then he pulled her closer, grinding his cock into her. It looked like she would be his first one-night stand. He hoped it would be more, but would take what he could get.

  She was thinking the exact same thing as her hand moved down his body and opened his pants. He was the first guy to turn her on just by speaking. Yes, bigger than Darren, she said to herself as her hand wrapped around his eight and a half inch shaft. She took it out and stroked it as they continued to kiss. His size made her pussy almost tremble. It was just what she had hoped for, not too small and not too big; just right.

  Matthew let out a soft moan as she pulled back his foreskin and gently slid her pinky around the edge. Then her thumb caressed the head and spread pre-cum all over it. She had satiny skin and an amazing touch. She seemed to know exactly what he liked already. He gasped when she pumped her hand, forcing out more fluid.

  Jennifer peeked and smiled. She liked how an uncut cock felt inside of her and he took good care of it. She wanted to taste it, to run her tongue under the skin and…

  Matthew was losing control. His hands quickly reached under her skirt and yanked her panties down. Then without even a thought, he lifted Jennifer up and got her against the wall that connected with another stall. They gazed into each other’s eyes as he roughly shoved his cock into her pussy.

  “Shit!” His eyes rolled back as her wet pussy gripped him.

  She grabbed his shirt tightly as the unexpected orgasm consumed her. It blew away all her thoughts and even the question of him being disease free. Another rough stroke made her moan while her legs shook.

  She felt as good as he had hoped. His boldness of a raw entry surprised him. “Are you on birth control?” Matthew asked, a little too late.

  She moaned and replied, “Yes. Oh God!” Her head went back as he drove into her to the hilt. Even if she were not, she would not have cared. He was that good.

  There was a knock on the stall door. “Occupied!” Matthew shouted which made Jennifer smile just before she cried out yet again. “It’s been so long, I’m afraid it’s gonna be quick.” He squeezed her thighs and covered her mouth with his as he started to thrust faster.

  She clutched his shoulders and moaned again. She did not care if he was going to cum quickly, as long as he fucked her again some time. She had to find a way to hang onto him.

  “Ma-t-th-ew!” She was panting and speaking was difficult. “After you… cum, fuck… me again. Please.”

  “Anytime.”

  He groaned and shoved into her harder. His desire had doubled at least. How good she was making him feel, was a shock. The sounds she made, the way her pussy clenched, her breath over his neck. It was all too much to handle and he could not let sex this good go without a repeat performance.

  Jennifer was pleasantly surprised. He was doing it just the way she liked, the way Darren would not, fast and rough. She could not ask for anything more from him. It seemed he knew just what was going to make her cum. Suddenly, her legs locked around him and she tried not to scream, just calling out his name again.

  The metal wall was shaking as Matthew pounded her, relentlessly. They gasped together several times, filled with more pleasure than either had expected. Their eyes met, both glassy. Their mouths reached for each other at the same time. Then they were moaning again. Matthew spread her legs more and fucked her even harder.

  “I think they’re screwing in there,” someone said. Matthew smirked, taking them knowing as a compliment.

  Jennifer became louder with each stroke. His thrusts were intense and perfect. She held on tighter, ecstasy building once more. “I’m gonna cum again,” she whispered in Matthew’s ear just before the trembling began. Then she cried out, loudly.

  Matthew moaned as she gripped his cock from within yet again. “The look on your face when you cum is so hot.” He gasped as he withdrew from her tightened entrance and slammed back into her. “Damn, you feel so fucking good.”

  They heard, “Hurry up, there’s a line out here!”

  Matthew smirked again. He spread her legs apart a bit more, until he heard a whimper. Then his hips rammed into hers harder, giving her all he could. He brushed her ear with his lips then dragged his tongue up the side.

  She moaned, a shiver going through her whole body. He moved to the other ear and she gasped several times, her head going back. He pumped into her hard and deep, his hips not slowing down at all.

  His breath came faster into her ear. He tried like hell to hold back, but she just felt that good. “Baby, I’m gonna cum,” he told her softly. Then he squeezed her thighs and buried his cock deep inside her. “Oh God!” His eyes closed as several powerful bursts flowed into her. He held her until he had spent it all.

  “Let’s go, come on out of there,” a male voice boomed.

  Jennifer looked at Matthew. “I think we’re in trouble.” She smiled. “But, it was worth it. That was just incredible.” Her whole body was shaking almost out of control
by then.

  A smile formed on his face also. “It was.” He hoped his legs did not give out on him.

  Continued in:

  Insatiable Appetites

  Sneak Peek: Courier

  by Joy Bazure

  Chapter One

  Delivery Service

  Tanya wasn’t sure why Marcus had given her one of Sabine’s runs. “Special” deliveries were only for the more engaging and beautiful couriers in his stable. Her generous form was a dead giveaway that she was just a basic courier for his two-sided business. Reminding herself that she needed this job, she pulled on her figurative big-girl panties and got on with her job. Though she still felt sick at how she had only put up a halfhearted fight about the assignment. She thought she should have decked him like her instincts demanded.

  Remembering his remarks about her only being appropriate for certain deliveries made her hands tighten on the handlebars of her bicycle. When would he stop this cat and mouse game? She wondered again if she should have just said yes the first time he asked her to sleep with him. Tanya smirked at the thought of what his face would have looked like had she taken him up on his offer and let him see all of her. He would have run for the hills, she was sure. Amused, she recalled that Sabine would arrive to take care of the more “special” part of the delivery later that night. Thank goodness, she thought

  Looking at the high-end hotel, she hoped she wouldn’t be kicked out for her work attire. Who wanted to see a girl her size in the form-fitting bike clothes her job as a messenger demanded? Anyone who ever got their loose clothes caught in a bike chain knew the embarrassments of being a size 14 in such revealing clothes, despite the added safety and speed they offered. Ducking her head to not see the stares of onlookers, she entered the imposing building after securely locking up her bike.

  Tanya tried to pull her long jacket as low as she could, eager to hide her expansive, though shapely, trunk. She missed all the appreciative gazes coming her way as she walked in. Tanya was thankful that, though it was generous, she could call her bottom firm. You couldn’t ride a bike for a living and still have a drooping backend. She sighed; she felt lucky that she could don her two-sizes-too-large jacket when she was off her bike.

  As she approached the receptionist, she was hopeful she wouldn’t be laughed out of the lobby when she asked to see the delivery’s recipient. It had happened before when the wrong hussy was behind the front desk.

  Bracing for the usual reaction from the front desk barracuda, she squared her shoulders. Tanya’s logical side reminded her that she couldn’t afford another complaint against her. Tanya knew her inability to keep her mouth shut when dealing with petty people might get her fired from the one job she had managed to keep over the last few years. If she hadn't made the other messengers’ lives easier by also being an on-site bike mechanic, Tanya would have been booted from the lackluster job long ago.

  “I have a delivery for Mr. Demetri Medved,” Tanya said, when the girl behind the counter finally decided to acknowledge her presence.

  “I can take that for you. He is on Do Not Disturb right now,” the desk agent said, her insincerely sweet voice making it very clear that Tanya was not anyone worth her time.

  Looking at the girl’s outstretched hand, Tanya took a perverse pleasure in being able to deny her the envelope. It was petty, but the undisguised disgust of the woman grated on her tired nerves. Today was just not the day for her to be dealing with someone who looked at her and automatically assumed they were superior. The tightening of the girl’s painted eyes let Tanya know she was seconds away from the situation turning ugly.

  “Little thieves are hanged, but great ones escape,” Tanya said, responding before the woman could comment on Tanya’s discourtesy.

  The widening of the ocean-blue eyes told Tanya she had been understood, and the now less-animated girl picked up the phone to whisper a few words into it. As she was speaking into the receiver, she pointed to the side to order Tanya to be less noticeable. Tanya agreed about making herself as invisible as she could. Her size and clothing already marked her as an outsider to the elites who milled about the lobby.

  Picking the corner, which was blocked by pillars separating the reception area from the rest of the palatial lobby, she prepared herself for what could be a long wait. The sight of another strumpet coming over to see what the desk floozy was having a hissy fit about made Tanya tense. The living dolls kept glancing her way. Tanya heard Sabine’s name and words like “huge,” “rude” and “cow.” It all warmed her cooling temper. Tuning them out, Tanya turned her thoughts inward. It was her only defense, unless she wanted to be out of another job for punching rude people.

  She hated being on display. Tanya was sure most people were wondering why she dared to wear the tight-fitting clothes her job demanded. Rude people who saw her in the streets wondered out loud how someone her size could pretend to be healthy and active. They never understood that she biked more in a day then most health nuts did in a week.

  “Sturdy” didn’t even describe her; she was made to last. Nothing she or dozens of doctors had tried would lessen her body’s natural ability to hoard calories as if they were precious and irreplaceable. Nothing would change the contours of her amplified body. She was comfortable with herself and had stopped trying to change herself into the svelte woman society apparently demanded.

  *

  “You are not what he is expecting. I would just leave the envelope with us, and run while you can,” the sneering girl offered, much more confident with a sidekick around. “I will be able to calm him down so that he won’t complain to your boss. Much.”

  “Karen, if Demetri wanted you to deliver the package, he would have asked it of you. No?” They were all surprised by the soft menacing question, which came from a handsome man who seemingly appeared from nowhere.

  “I was just trying to help the poor girl out. You know that he is not going to be happy with this one,” Karen said, placing just the right emphasis on the words to let Tanya know, in no uncertain terms, she was unwelcome in what starlet considered her turf.

  Having dealt with years of pretty and petty people hiding behind insults and thinking she couldn’t see through them, Tanya ignored her. Following the buff man and guessing he could be nothing but security by his build, Tanya wondered what he thought of her as she let her eyes roam over him. It wasn’t that she thought someone who looked like a romance novel cover come to life would ever look at her except in pity or disgust. She wished that just once, she could wow a man, but she knew that was not the course of her life.

  “Marcus is playing a dangerous game, sending you in Sabine’s place,” said the man in a deep voice. It pulsed through her like warm, silky chocolate. “My brother doesn’t like to be denied or played with.”

  “Marcus said I was just here to deliver the envelope and wait for the reply. Sabine was held up, and he was more afraid of it looking like he wasn’t meeting his commitment than tainting you with my presence. Especially if Sabine followed her usual stuck-up routine and arrived even later than she promised. If that happened, the letter couldn’t get delivered by tomorrow as requested. I think we both already know that I just work the delivery side of Marcus’ business,” Tanya said, letting her slight annoyance at having to state the obvious peek through.

  A booming laugh was the only response to her statement. Tanya was shocked as the man looked her over as though he was seeing a feast. Tanya couldn’t understand the change. Saying she wasn’t part of the escort side caused him to examine her as if she were. His early assumption that she was to be a sub-par replacement for Sabine, who was more plastic then human by now, in Tanya’s opinion, wasn’t as unsettling as his new examination of her was.

  Looking down, she compared herself once again to the glorious Sabine and found herself so wanting that she just wanted to hand her delivery over to the smirking devil. Comforting herself, she thought,Who wants to nip and tuck themselves till you can’t even tell what’s real anymore? />
  Entering the elevator before the man, whose name was Damon, Tanya shuffled to the back, afraid of what her libido would do if she accidentally touched the walking Adonis. Well, more of a Vin Diesel with luxurious black hair tied in a drool-worthy ponytail, she corrected herself.

  Always a sucker for a built body and long hair, Tanya’s libido made itself known in the most uncomfortable of ways. It was as if she were following one of her most-denied dreams, and it was sheer torture. She was happy to see that he stayed at the front of the elevator, giving her a glorious view of his tightly-encased glutes. The sight caused her mouth to water as if she were a starving woman seeing a ripe melon just out of her reach. Her ever-eager mind, supplying an idea of what taking a nice bite out of such a melon would feel and taste like, drummed up her heartbeat. The fantasy caused her blood to pound quickly to her skin, making it redden. Tanya quickly shifted her eyes up to stop ogling what she could never have.

  While she had been lost in daydreams of nipping his ripe melon, he was wondering if her ample bosom, which was only hinted at by the large jacket, could be as ripe as it seemed. Her tied-back hair gave Damon a good view of her flawless features in the mirrored doors of the elevator. He hated that the bronze dimmed the shade of her green eyes to an almost dull hue, but he knew they were far more alluring—almost like the finest cut jade. Her hair was blessed with shades of copper, sable and every hue in between, making his hand itch to untangle her locks.

  Her smooth skin was naturally sun-kissed, just enough to give an almost golden sheen to her classic soft features. She had high cheekbones, an adorable nose and a slightly jutted chin that hinted at stubbornness. Full lips framed a lush mouth. It all came together to make a face that would have made the great Ruben cry to paint. Damon could visualize her sitting, barely draped, in a wild setting; a calm siren in the ferociousness of nature, calling to the animal in men. He knew he and his brother could gladly answer what her eyes were silently begging for.