Love Undercover_A Romance Compilation

by Amy Brent

  I spread my legs wider and pushed a second finger inside. My new position made it possible for me to push in deep. I was panting with the coming orgasm, ready to ride the wave on my own. I no longer cared if he gave it to me. I was lost.

  Furiously, I rubbed over my clit, my hand moving so fast I could feel it cramping as I pushed harder and higher. When the climax shattered over me I cried out, over and over. As my body unclenched, I leaned back in the chair, feeling a great deal of satisfaction.

  “I came,” I announced, as if he didn’t know.

  He nodded, not speaking.

  I closed my eyes and let my body slowly come down from the high I had just experienced. It had been the best round of masturbation I had ever experienced—all because of my audience. I had no idea it could be that good.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Jake

  I couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed. Part of me hadn’t believed she would actually go through with it. I had always thought of her as a good girl. She might be a good girl, but she also had a naughty side that I really enjoyed. My body was humming and my dick was throbbing. I had nearly blown my wad just watching her. The woman was a master of her own body and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Far better than any porno movie. Live, in living color was a million times better.

  Once the heart palpitations stopped, I stood and moved towards her. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed. I could see a fine sheen of sweat across her chest.

  I reached down and trailed my fingers along the inside of her thigh.

  Her eyes popped open. I grinned and ran my fingers over her wet pussy.

  “My turn,” I whispered, closing my lips over hers.

  My hand palmed her mound, pushing the heel against her. Her body arched and pressed against it, rotating her hips as she did.

  “This isn’t going to work,” I said, abruptly pulling away and standing.

  “What?” she asked. “Yes, it will.”

  She jumped out of the chair, standing in front of me, she started to undo my pants. I didn’t bother clarifying that I meant her in the chair and me fully dressed. I’d just let her convince me. With my jeans hanging open she turned her attention to my shirt. She slowly undid each button on the plaid shirt I was wearing, stopping between each to softly kiss me.

  Once that was off, she tugged at the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it up. I lifted my arms and let her push it as high as she could reach before taking over the job. Her mouth went to my chest, kissing and licking before she closed her lips over one flat nipple. The feel of her teeth nibbling and pulled a low growl from somewhere deep in my gut.

  “Like that?” she whispered, moving to the other nipple and doing the same.

  I grabbed one of her hands and pushed it to my crotch. “I like that more.”

  She cupped my dick through my jeans before moving to pull them down. Her mouth trailed a line of kisses down the front of one thigh as she dropped to her knees and began to work the jeans over my feet. I leaned my butt against the table for support as she pulled them all the way off before tossing them backwards.

  She stayed on her knees and looked up at me. It was a spectacular view. Her hands rubbed over my knees and up my thighs, reaching up to splay over my stomach. My dick jumped, demanding attention. She smiled at me, before looking down at my engorged cock.

  My heart was pounding so hard in my chest I thought I would die of anticipation. She reached out her finger and barely touched the head of my cock. I bit back a groan at the delicate touch. Her finger trailed over my shaft before moving to my balls. I pushed my hips forward, encouraging her to take me in her mouth.

  Her hand moved back to the base of my dick. She fisted me in her hand and slowly slid up to the head. With her thumb, she spread the liquid bead that had formed. From above, I watched her lovingly massage my dick. I wanted to scream for more, but this was her show. I wanted her to do what she liked. I would make my demands later.

  My ability to think was lost when her hot mouth closed over my dick.

  I sucked in air through gritted teeth. “Fuck,” I drawled out. “Oh, fuck.”

  The sensations shooting through my dick threatened to knock me on my ass. My hands gripped the edge of the table as her mouth slid down my cock. She moaned low in her mouth, the sound vibrating over my dick, heightening the sensations. I felt the moment it reached the back of her throat and forced myself to keep still. My hands moved to her head, holding her right where she was.

  Her tongue rolled around my dick locked tight inside her mouth, lips closed over the base before she slowly dragged them across the sensitive flesh.

  I groaned, fighting back the urge to explode in her mouth.

  “Calla, you’re killing me,” I managed to get out a moment before she slid her mouth back down, sucking as she went.

  She increased the speed in which she moved her lips up and down my dick.

  “Calla,” I growled low in my throat, warning her, my hands fisting her short, silky hair.

  She didn’t stop. She reached up and cupped my balls squeezing and tugging as she sucked harder on my dick.

  “Oh, fuck, Calla. I can’t,” I couldn’t finish my sentence. The woman was milking me, taking me deep into her throat drinking me in as I spurted down her throat.

  She pulled away, her mouth trailing kisses up my stomach before she started working over my neck. My body was shaking like a teenage boy fucking for the first time. I remembered the feeling well because it had been with the woman who had just done it to me again.

  Her breasts rubbed over my chest as she straddled my leg, rubbing her wet pussy against my leg. She pushed her mound hard against my thigh. I involuntarily flexed the muscle, increasing the hardness. She moaned and slid down my thigh, pushing her pussy lips against me.

  I reached out and grabbed her ass, yanking her into me.

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  With my hands on her hips, I forcefully pushed her up and down, riding my thigh, her wet pussy leaving a trail down my thigh.

  I could feel myself growing hard again and pushed away from the table, spinning her around to take my place. I lifted her and sat her on the table, the perfect height for me to kiss. Her arms went around my neck, pulling me against her mouth. I could taste the fiery whiskey.

  I reached down and opened her legs wide and stepped between them before dropping my head down to bury my face in her big, beautiful breasts. Her hands worked in my hair, pulling and pressing me against her. I lapped one nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth.

  Her moaning encouraged me to suck harder while my other hand rubbed the other nipple between my fingers.

  “Jake,” she moaned my name. It was the sweetest sound.

  “What do you want, Calla?”

  “You. I want you.”

  I cupped her pussy. “This? You want me to finger you?”

  “Mmmm,” she moaned.

  I grabbed her hips, bringing her butt to the edge of the table. I used a finger to spread those luscious lips open before sliding one finger inside. She bucked forward, swallowing my finger to the hilt.

  “Oh, you like that?” I asked, stroking in and out.

  “I need your cock deep inside me,” she pleaded before reaching out and stroking said cock. Her touch was nowhere near as gentle as it had been earlier. She was frantically rubbing and stroking, pulling me close to her entrance.

  “Deep inside?”

  “Yes. Fuck me, Jake!”

  Pushing a second finger in, I wiggled it around, shoving both fingers high. I could feel her pussy dripping juices. Her mouth slammed into mine, our tongues dueling as I repeated the motion with my fingers inside her tight sheath.

  I pulled them out and firmly pushed her in the center of her chest. “Lie back.”

  She propped herself up on her elbows.

  “No. Down. Now.”

  She lay her back flat against the table. I moved the candle to the counter and took a moment to check out her body spl
ayed across my table. Her legs spread wide in blatant invitation. Her hand ran down her body. The moment she touched herself I growled and yanked her hand away.

  “I’m going to make you scream my name. You’re going to be limp by the time I’m finished with you,” I warned her, rubbing my hand over her entrance.

  “Do it, dammit! I’m fucking wet and ache. Fill me with your cock,” she shouted. “I need it so bad,” she whimpered.

  I used a hand to guide my cock to her entrance before sliding inside, going slow and relishing in the tiny contracting muscles that pulled me deeper.

  My balls hit the table edge, and I used my hands on her hips to pull her closer against me.

  “More,” she moaned.

  I pushed against her, giving her every last bit. Her body was squeezing around my dick as I ran my hand over her belly and grabbed her breasts.

  “I, oh, oh, oh,” she cried out. “Jake,” she panted, her body was twisting on the table as her pussy clenched and grabbed my dick inside her. A scream tore through her mouth as she bucked and pressed against me lodged deep inside her.

  I could feel her juices seeping around my dick as her muscles milked at my cock, but didn’t move. “Keep cumming, baby,” I encouraged her.

  She stopped moving, her arms spreading wide and hanging off the table. I stood there, waiting for her to breathe normally again before slowing dragging my cock all the way out and slowly pushing it back inside. After a few slow, deep strokes, I could hear her breathing faster again.

  Holy fuck. She was going to have another orgasm!

  I thrust hard and deep, letting her pussy tighten around my cock again before I moved the pad of my thumb to where we were joined together. I slid it over her nub and rubbed. She screamed and her knees came up, dropping her legs wider as I rubbed.

  “Jake, Jake, Jake,” she chanted my name as the orgasm gripped her. I kept rubbing the spot, dragging it out.

  Her legs dropped, hanging off the table once again. I stayed seated inside her, enjoying the tremors that rocked over my dick.

  “Ready?” I asked.

  “Oh, good God, I don’t know if I can cum again.”

  “You will. I’m going to make sure you do,” I growled, intent on giving her more orgasms than she could count.

  I grabbed her arms and tugged her into a sitting position. In one quick move I pulled her off the table, sat in the chair and pulled her on top of me. Her legs straddling me.

  “Sit on my dick,” I demanded.

  She bit her lip as she slowly, achingly slid down the length of my dick. I moved forward on the chair, pushing higher inside of her than I had ever been. The feeling tore a shout from my throat.

  “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Slow down, dammit!” I yelled when she started to bounce up and down on my dick, her breasts slapping me in the face.

  I grabbed her hips, lifted her body and slammed her onto dick, holding her down.

  “Oh!” she shouted.

  I repeated the action several times until I felt her cumming on my dick again. I didn’t wait for her to stop the orgasm this time. I lunged up, her body locked against mine before I pulled out, spun her around and pushed her face against the table. I slammed into her from behind, my balls slapping against her as I reached the hilt.

  “Fuck. You’re so fucking hot.”

  I growled, slamming into her body over and over. My dick was soaked. Her palms slapped the table.

  “Jake!” she screamed my name.

  Another fresh burst of wetness washed over my dick. I could feel her juices sliding down the inside of my legs. The woman was a fucking geyser, erupting over and over.

  I pumped into her until I gave in to my own release, shouting with the sheer ecstasy it brought. I collapsed into the chair, too weak to stand another second. My heart was beating against my chest and I struggled to catch my breath. When the world stopped spinning and I could see straight I grinned at the sight of Calla’s bare ass facing me. She was draped over the kitchen table and I could see her back moving up and down as she panted.

  It gave me supreme satisfaction to see her so completely sated. It was a lot darker in the room and I realized the fire in the woodstove was fading. I didn’t think I could move, but knew I had to.

  I got to my feet and added more logs, blowing on the embers to get the fire going. Calla had slid off the table and was sitting in a chair, looking thoroughly satisfied. I walked by her, reached out and tweaked a nipple before I walked down the hall to get a towel. Her delayed shriek had me laughing as I went.

  Chapter Twenty

  Calla

  It had to be after midnight. I should be exhausted. I was exhausted, but not because it was late. It was the sex. The demanding job of reaching one orgasm after another had left me drained. I didn’t know if it was possible, but I felt as if I would die of extreme pleasure. I had orgasmed so many times I had lost count. All the man had to do was stick his dick inside me. My pussy clenched just thinking of it. Never had I ever known that was possible.

  I should move, I thought. I was still naked and sitting at the kitchen table like a lump of flesh. I looked down at the discarded clothing and figured it was time to get dressed. It was a bit chilly in the room and it wasn’t like either one of us could possibly want or need sex so soon after what we had just done. As much as I enjoyed the sex, I didn’t think my body could take any more. I was must be sorely dehydrated after the amount of liquid that had poured out of me.

  Shuddering, I thought about how my body had responded to the man. I had felt completely out of control. While I didn’t believe in soul mates, his body felt as if it had been built for my pleasure alone.

  Carefully I got dressed, not wanting to make any sudden movements. My pussy was still tingling and ultra-sensitive. I was actually afraid I would have another orgasm if I moved wrong. While that would be absolutely delicious, I was spent. My muscles were as weak as limp noodles. Another orgasm could render me unable to move.

  I slowly walked to the couch, not wanting to jar anything and drop to a heaping, cumming mess on the floor. Flopping down on the couch, I blew out the candle on the coffee table and reached for the blanket. I should be a little offended he had just walked away and went to bed, but I couldn’t muster the energy. I didn’t care enough to chase him down.

  I closed my eyes and prepared to succumb to the exhaustion.

  “Nope,” I heard him say, seconds before he was scooping me up in his arms.

  “What are you doing?” I shrieked, as he carried me out of the room.

  He kicked open his bedroom door and walked to the massive bed before carefully laying me down. The blankets had already been pulled back. The cool sheets sent a cold shiver over my body as I laid down. I was very excited to be in his bed, and I could already feel my body revving up for another round, but I wasn’t sure I physically could, though I was certainly willing to try.

  I glanced around the room, curious to see what it looked like, but the dim light made that impossible. There was single candle burning on the nightstand that cast very little light. I slid up the bed, rolled to my side and watched as he stripped down. My earlier doubt about not being able to fuck again was quickly erased. Looking at his huge body in the soft light changed all that. I could definitely take that dick inside me again.

  Closing my eyes, I remembered the feel of his beard rubbing between my legs and over the sensitive skin on my chest. His wide chest and muscular arms and legs were a testament to the excellent shape he was in. My earlier observation was confirmed—he was a fucking God in every way. No human man should wield that kind of power over a woman’s body.

  He crawled over the top of me, I rolled to my back and opened my legs, ready to have him over and in me. Instead of stopping on top of me, putting his naked chest against me, he kept going and laid on the other side. I smiled and turned to face him, ready for a little gentle foreplay. Anything this man wanted to do, I was game. I completely trusted him to bring me the greatest pleasure I had ever experience
d.

  “Goodnight,” he said, giving me a quick kiss on the nose before he pulled the blanket over our bodies.

  I laid there waiting for more, blinking in astonishment. That was it? I heard his breathing slow and knew he was drifting off to sleep. I wasn’t going to get another lovely orgasm. I was only a little disappointed.

  “Goodnight,” I whispered, releasing a long sigh and figuring it was probably for the best. He rolled to his back and began to snore softly. I cuddled against him, appreciating the warmth of his body. I trailed a finger over his chest, brushing the chest hair with the movement.

  The slow rubbing over his chest was soothing and helped relax my body. It wasn’t long before my own spent body fell victim to the lull of sleep.

  “Oh,” I groaned when his body jerked against mine, snapping me out of the comfortable sleep I had been in. “What’s wrong?” I mumbled, trying to clear my head.

  His arm flailed across his chest as if he was pushing something off him.

  “Jake?”

  I scooted away a few inches, giving him some room. I wasn’t sure what was going on. The room was too dark to see much of anything. I waved my own hand in the air, wondering if there was something there. Nothing. I scooted over a few more inches and barely missed getting slammed in the face by his elbow when his arm jerked up.

  “Holy shit,” I whispered, pushing further away until I was on the edge of the bed.

  My heart was pounding. I felt fear, but I didn’t know what I was afraid of.

  “Jake,” I whispered, not wanting to scare him. I dared not touch him for fear he would think I was the unseen enemy he was fighting in his sleep and hit me.

  “Get off!” he shouted.

  I knew he was caught in a nightmare, but had no idea how to bring him out of it. I remembered other Vets talking about how real the nightmares could be and the hurt they had accidentally caused their loved ones.

  I quietly slid out from under the covers and got out of bed. It was safer for me if I slept on the couch. Plus, I didn’t want him to feel guilty if he hurt me.