Filthy Desires: A Romantic Suspense Collection

by Parker, Kylie

  “Come on, you big stud.” She spoke, her husky voice making his body tingle, as her legs twitched. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

  Dominic started towards her, his lips curling into a crooked smile, as he scanned her body from bottom to top. Jumping into bed, he positioned himself in front of Marianne, maintaining eye contact with her. He sat back on his feet, fixing his gaze between her legs. Her glistening pussy lips beckoned; he had to taste her.

  “I just love that hungry look in your eyes…” She said with a husky voice filled with lust and desire, as he bent towards her. Wrapping his arms around her thighs, he eagerly pulled her to him. Dominic closed his eyes, as the scent of her pussy juices filled his nostrils. Marianne let out a long, lustful moan, as his lips closed around her clit. Her wetness had his manhood throbbing as she bucked up against his mouth. His tongue drew soft, slow circles around her clit, as he took his hand off of her left leg. Bringing it to her pussy, he used his fingers to spread her pussy lips, as she reached forward. Marianne threaded her fingers through Dominic’s hair, as he flicked his tongue across her straining nub, her husky moans getting louder and louder by the second. Sliding his left hand up her crotch and her stomach, he released her pussy lips. He cupped her right breast, as his index finger pushed through the wet folds of her womanhood, sending waves of pure pleasure racing through her body.

  “Awwwww, yeah!” Marianne moaned, squeezing her eyes shut, as she pressed his head against her. “Just like that, baby!”

  Her words of encouragement were enough to give him a rock-hard erection and make his balls tingle in eager anticipation. Dominic kissed and licked her clit, squeezing her breast, as her soaking wet pussy engulfed his finger. Determined to give her one more, powerful orgasm, he would not maintain a slow pace. He penetrated her fast, lightly pinching her nipple, feeling her juices rolling down his tongue. Marianne grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled, bucking up faster against him, as he quenched her desire. Dominic pulled her clit into his mouth, his grunts audible over the slurping sound of his penetration, as she banged her free hand against the mattress. Her juices were overflowing, dripping down her ass cheeks, as he coaxed her towards orgasm. Rolling her nipple between his fingers, Dominic darted his tongue against her hard, swollen clit, as his finger delved deeper and faster into her.

  “God, I’m going to come!” Marianne’s scream of pleasure echoed back at the walls of his bedroom, her eyes wide open as she jolted forward. He could feel her overwhelming heat on his skin. Her body was shivering under his sensual touch. He opened his eyes and looked up at her, desperate to catch a glimpse of the lust in her eyes. The sight that greeted him aroused him even further. Marianne’s eyes were open to slits, as she moaned out of control. Within seconds, she climaxed in spasms of orgasmic delight, her muscles rippling with pleasure, as her hot, sticky juices drenched his finger. Slowly pulling it out of her, Dominic slid his tongue down her quivering pussy, stroking her breast, as she gasped for breath.

  “You taste so good.” He said, his voice raspy, as he leaned forward. Leaving sweet, light kisses in a soft trail all the way up her stomach, he caressed her sides. He lay on top of her, gazing deep into her happy eyes, as she circled her arms around his neck.

  “Give it to me, baby.” She uttered, her voice riddled with unbridled lust, as he rubbed his shaft against her pussy. “I want you inside me.”

  Taking his hand off of her, he reached down and grabbed his cock. Guiding it to her entrance, Dominic angled his lips. Before he could kiss her, he sensed her ample, warm juices on the head, as his manhood slipped inside her. Marianne opened her mouth wide, as he filled her up. She tightened her grip around his neck and pulled him closer, sensing him in her depths, as their lips locked in a long, fervent kiss. Dominic began to rock into her, as her hands moved down his massive, masculine back. Marianne grabbed and held onto his shoulder blades, moaning in his mouth, as he drove into her with deep, hard strokes. Sinking her long fingernails into his flesh, she entwined her legs around his hips, giving him a great chance to touch them. Dominic didn’t let it go to waste. His hands landed on her upper outer thighs, the sensation of the soft nylons on his flesh and her fiery kiss sending him into ecstasy.

  “God, you’re so hard…” Marianne whimpered, tilting her head back, as he caressed her silky skin. Trailing short kisses across her jawline, he quickened his pace, her sexy moans so close to his ears adding to his arousal, as he plunged deep into her. Dominic held onto her thighs, flicking his tongue over her earlobe, as she glided her hands up and down his back.

  “You turn me on too much, baby.” He whispered in her ear. “Your pussy’s so hot… so hot and wet.”

  “Fuck me…” She moaned, grazing her fingers up his back, as she kissed him on the cheek. “Fuck me good and hard.”

  Dominic would have loved to oblige in that position. He was already deep inside her and was savoring every second of this. Yet, he would do no such thing. Instead, he slid his hands up her legs and grabbed her by the hips. An exaggerated scream escaped her, as he rolled them over. He tilted his head up, seeking her intoxicating lips. Marianne did not say “no” to him. She pressed her mouth against his, as her own hands crept around his back. She stat up, and stroking his chest, she started bouncing up and down on his big, stiff cock, as their kiss grew in intensity. Running her hands up his body, she squeezed his shoulders, as her ass slapped against his groin. Dominic absolutely loved that sound, but there was something else that he would enjoy much more than just that: The feel of her juicy flesh in his hands. So, he slid them down her waist and cupped her butt cheeks. He would not try to control the action. After all, he enjoyed this too much. Marianne’s breasts were rubbing against his chest, his cock slipping all the way in and almost all the way out, as he dug his short fingernails into her flesh.

  “Keep riding me.” He grunted in her mouth, her hot breath on his face sending him one step closer to heaven. “Don’t stop.”

  “Yeah, grab my ass like that, baby!” She moaned, biting his lower lip, the sound of his balls slapping up against her getting louder by the second. Marianne leaned back, removing her hands from his body. Lifting them to her face, she cupped her cheek and led her pinky finger into her mouth. Sucking on it, she ground on his cock, the sight of her breasts swaying back and forth were driving him crazy with lust. Dominic reached up and grabbed them, watching his cock disappear in her depths. He squeezed them and pressed them together, as she pushed her finger deeper and deeper in her mouth. He even caught a glimpse of her tongue, licking the tip as Marianne pulled it out.

  “Fuck, that’s so sexy!” He grunted, leaning forward. His words put a sexy smile on her face, but it soon vanished, as he buried his face between her breasts. He sucked on her right one, pinching her nipples at the same time, before his hands crept around her chest. Overwhelmed by the sensation, she bent her head down. Dominic stroked her upper back, licking her nipple in circular motion, feeling her moisture on his groin, as she rested her head on his shoulder. Dragging his palms down her back, he gently bit her nipple, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Once again, he grabbed and held onto her ass and slowly leaned back, unwilling to allow her control the pace anymore.

  “Pound me, baby.” Marianne whispered, running her tongue up the side of his neck, as he lay down.

  Her words ran through him like an electric current. Dominic slapped her ass cheeks to the point of pleasure and then squeezed them, as she kissed his skin. Without wasting any time, he began to thrust into her. In a matter of seconds, his large, throbbing cock was pulsing in her, small drops of sweat rolling down his brow, as their loud, lustful moans filled the room. He spread her ass cheeks, as she nipped her way up his neck. Nibbling along his jawline, she caressed and stroked the back of his head. Dominic struggled to withhold his orgasm. Marianne’s ass wobbled with each thrust, her moans audible over his, as his deep, hard penetration sent waves of immense pleasure coursing through her body. She kissed him on the chin, just before claiming h
is lips once more. Their tongues joined in a sensual dance, tasting and exploring each other, as he plowed deep into her throbbing, soaking wet pussy.

  “I’m coming, baby!” Marianne groaned in his mouth, as he massaged her ass. Dominic gently bit her lower lip, squeezing her delectable flesh, his body tightening as he felt the build-up within him. Too overwhelmed to keep up their kiss, she tilted her head almost all the way back, as her earth-shattering orgasm wracked its way through her body. Marianne’s pleasurable screams reverberated through his skull, as her warm, sticky juices flooded his pulsating cock. Just as Dominic pulled out, a thick drop of them dripped from the cockhead. Reaching forward, he grabbed it and jerked it hard, spurting his juices all over her ass and the sheets, his grunts much louder than ever before. She planted a firm kiss on his lips and snuggled up against him, panting for breath…

  “Dominic…” Marianne gasped. “What just happened?”

  “I think it’s called ‘sex’,” He teased, running his hands up her body.

  “It wasn’t just sex,” she smiled, looking up at him. “It was much more than just sex.”

  “You can call it whatever you like.” Dominic shrugged, his chest rising up and down, as he wove his hand into her hair; “as long as I can gaze upon you.”

  “Awwwww, you’re so sweet.” Marianne purred like a contented cat, kissing him on the chest. “I take it you liked my outfit.”

  “Nah, I hated it,” he said with a toothy grin. “Couldn’t you tell?”

  “Yeah, I kind of…” She paused, as her lips curled into a devilish smile. “Felt it, too.”

  “Smartass…” Dominic murmured, lightly pinching her back.

  “Two can play that game.” Marianne laughed, her blissful eyes sparkling, as she leaned over him. “What am I going to do with you, my king?”

  “You can kiss me.” He whispered, as her long hair tickled his skin. She spoke no more. Tilting her head down, she sealed her lips to his, before he rolled her over onto his left side. Her tender kiss made his heart flutter, as he felt her warm skin under his palm. Her left hand crept around his neck. Dominic expected this kiss to deepen, but he was hopelessly wrong. It never did. Somehow, it felt different than anything else he had ever experienced. Softer, gentler and filled with emotion, it swept him off his feet.

  “That’s the kiss I’ve been looking for all my life. He thought to himself. The one thing I’ve been missing out on all these years, and it’s from a girl who won’t be here in a few days. Just my luck… I’ve finally met someone I can actually fall in love with and she’ll be leaving soon…

  15

  Dominic and Marianne spent the night talking, teasing each other and having sex. They were having so much fun together that neither of them seemed willing to sleep. He suggested they stay there for another day, but, much to his disappointment, she refused, maintaining that her job was not finished just yet. Marianne still had to take the locals’ opinion about him. More than that, she also needed to talk to a few of his loved ones and do quite a lot of typing. And, much to both of their frustration, all those people were scattered across the Alps. Marianne would have to go to Les Bossons and Grenoble, more than two hours away. Indeed, she had a full day ahead of her.

  Happily for her, she found the single person who knew Dominic quite well in his castle: Melanie. She had been going out with his best friend for four years and they were very close. After a few questions however, Marianne had to leave. It was already 10:30am and she had no time to waste. Nevertheless, Melanie wanted to go with her, claiming that the locals would treat her differently, if they saw her with a native, such as herself. Marianne did not like her idea at first, but her friend’s persistence left her no choice. An argument with her would cause her to lose time and she wanted to finish her work as fast as possible.

  “This is going to be so much fun!” Melanie cheered, in the back seat of Dominic’s Mercedes. “I think it’s going to beat Paris.”

  “I doubt it.” Marianne spoke in lazy tones, running her hand through her hair, as the limo drove off. “I’ve been to Les Bossons. Is there anything special about Grenoble?”

  “It’s much quieter than Paris.” Melanie pointed out. “You sound a little annoyed, dear. Is there something wrong?”

  “I’m just tired.” Marianne claimed, turning her head to the left to face her friend. “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

  “Ooooh, lovely!” Melanie’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Where did you go?”

  “Lake Monteynard.” Marianne replied, as a broad smile spread across her face. “It was just amazing. Can I ask you something?”

  “Sure.” Melanie chirped. “That lake is very close to the city of Grenoble, in case you’re wondering.”

  “What’s Dominic like?” Marianne wondered, shaking her head. “I mean, is he always so romantic?”

  “Mon cher…” Melanie gave a huff of amusement, as her smile widened. “The things I could tell you about him… Yes, he is. Very romantic, actually. He must be the sweetest man I have ever known. He’s just been…” She faltered. “Unlucky so far.”

  “Go on.” Marianne urged with a hint of tension in her voice.

  “When Jean introduced us, I thought he was a little bit of a bore.” Melanie confessed. “He wouldn’t speak much. He kept glancing at his watch, chatting with Jean. But, when I mentioned that I had a replica of Botticelli’s ‘Primavera’ in my storage room, he turned into someone completely different. He was so excited that he went to that room all by himself, without even asking for my permission. I was annoyed, of course. This is not a proper behavior for a visitor. Jean didn’t seem to mind. He said he was expecting it. When he came back, he was holding the painting and requested a hand duster. I was in shock. He wiped the dust off himself. Then, he started talking about Botticelli and Donatello, his favorite Renaissance painters. And he didn’t stop there. Dominic loves every form of art. Poetry, music, painting, sculpting… Everything. We stayed up late, discussing our favorite songs.”

  “He’s…”

  “A very passionate man.” Melanie finished her friend’s sentence. “He’s honest. True. I’m surprised, though.”

  “Why?” Marianne squinted at her.

  “We have talked about him on Facebook.” Melanie explained. “I have already told you what kind of man he is. I can still remember your reaction. You liked everything about him. Were you just pretending?”

  “No.” Marianne said with a sigh, leaning against her seat. “I believed you. It’s just that seeing it in person is a lot different.”

  “Mon cher, I can understand why a reporter would ask questions about him.” Melanie attempted a stiff tone. “It’s part of her job. But, I can’t understand why she would insist on the romantic part. Oh, mon dieu!” She opened her eyes wide, covering her mouth with her hand. “You’re interested in him?!”

  “I might.” Marianne whispered, tearing her gaze away from her friend’s intense stare.

  “But how?” Melanie’s voice became high-pitched. “How can you make this work?”

  “We can’t.” Marianne said and her voice was filled with sadness. “We just can’t.”

  “I was right.” Melanie stated with a smug smile on her face. “I had a feeling you two would get along.”

  “Thanks, but this doesn’t make me feel any better.” Marianne muttered, returning her gaze to her friend’s face. “He’s been very good to me so far. How can I just…” She paused. “Leave France after meeting such an exciting guy?”

  “Awww, poor cher!” Marianne made her voice sound sweeter, raising her hand to Marianne’s face, as the car rolled to a halt on a crossroad. “Don’t worry. Where there’s a will, there is a way.”

  Marianne was about to speak, when the sight of a massive, oncoming truck grabbed her attention. Her stomach chilled with fear, upon realizing that it was not going to stop. On the contrary, it kept speeding down the road. Her face loosened in utter disbelief. She reached both arms towards Melanie and pulle
d her closer, a split second before the truck in question rammed the limo. The side crumpled with the sheer force of impact, as the window shattered, showering the insides with numerous slivers of glass. The metal of the car groaned and shuddered, as it slowly fell onto the side. Marianne banged her head hard against the door handle, as Melanie effectively landed on her, moaning in agonizing pain. The smell of gasoline filled the air, as she rolled her gaze down her friend’s body. Her heart sank, when she discovered the reason behind Melanie’s agony. Her coat had been shredded on the left side. A long, thin piece of metal had been lodged into her, just above her hip. Blood was oozing out of the deep gash. Marianne reached back for the door handle, feeling a tremendous amount of pain on the back of her head. The world around her darkened, as Melanie’s heartbreaking image began to fade. Her friend’s faint voice filled her ears, as she slowly closed her eyes…

  16

  Dominic was notified of the fate of his car by the police, but the circumstances of the crash were completely unknown to him. They also told him that his driver, Marianne and Melanie had been injured, but at the time, they could not elaborate more on their status, as all three of them were being airlifted to the university hospital of Grenoble. The last thing they informed him on was that, whoever had crashed into them had fled the scene. The police had only found the mangled limo.

  Dominic sped off, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. It was one of the few times he wished he could have used his helicopter, but the helipad on the roof of the hospital was reserved for medical use only. The drive to the beautiful, mountain city would not take the usual two hours. Unwilling to stop for anything or anyone, he pressed his foot hard down on the gas of his Lamborghini, in the hope that the two friends had not been fatally wounded.