Salsa Nights
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Brad moved first, pulling back slowly and returning to her depths as Dale took his turn drawing out.
Isabel was wild, sizzling with euphoric pleasure as they took her, filled her. They quickly found their rhythm, an electric consortium of wicked play gloriously hers.
Her gladiators grunted, driving into her with a searing force, crackling the air around her. Sweat trickled down her feverish skin, tickling her in counterpoint to the pounding inside her body.
Brad flexed his strong hips, slamming against the walls that sucked him. She pushed down harder with fist-tight friction, panting, burning.
“Oh, Isabel, I love you, baby,” groaned Dale.
She shot him a look over her shoulder, juices sliding down her cunt as she watched him tear into her, his body tight, so sexy, and all hers.
They controlled her movements in sync, one in, the other out. She threw her head back, off in a hedonistic and savage world where she knew she was theirs and at their mercy. Oh, yes, all theirs.
“Look at me, Isabel,” Brad ordered.
Dazed, frantic with the need for release, she moaned and dabbed her dry lips with her tongue. When Brad brought her head down to moisten them for her, she was sucked into his rapturous blue eyes, loving her, oh, worshipping her.
Isabel was dying, lost in the pinnacles of ecstasy. Impaled by two thick, long cocks, she was ultrasensitive and aware of each nerve in her channels firing, every fiber frayed, and every muscle flexing. When Brad’s cock swelled, it initiated a colossal eruption that hurled Isabel into the brightest expanse of blue sky.
She screamed, and her pussy erupted in a torrent of convulsions. Her muscles were locked tight, and every thrust inside her body fueled the combustion, taking her higher and higher.
“Princess,” Brad groaned. He pressed his head back and, flexing his hips, crashed against the back of her pussy with fiery spurts that pumped deep inside. The vibrations rebounding in her membrane set off another vicious orgasm that drove her body further than it had ever been taken.
Dale was barbaric, thrusting harder and faster until he growled her name. A momentary bulge that shot through his length announced his orgasm, prolonging the spasm in her exhausted, sated body.
Isabel collapsed, vaguely aware of the movements, the mumbling, but knowing the moment each man lay next to her and showered her with tender kisses.
She moaned, truly happy for the first time in so very long. Comforting, safe hands caressed her. Male lips brushed across her skin. Oh, she loved her Brad and her Dale.
Her lids fluttered open when she heard food mentioned, and her stomach growled. Dale hung up the hotel phone and glanced back at her, facedown, resting on his forearms.
“I ordered us dinner. I’m sure you’re hungry,” he told her, two breathtaking dimples appearing for her.
“I’m starved. I hope you ordered everything on the menu,” she teased, leaning up on one arm and looking at his back.
The burns were still wrapped, protected. She swallowed and kissed the areas of his back where his skin was untouched by the burning beams.
“Thank you both for saving my life,” she choked out.
Brad continued to caress her back, and Dale kissed her forehead. “We love you,” he replied, as if that were enough.
But for her two possessive, powerful gladiators, it would be.
She remembered something and, while still brushing her fingers up and down Dale’s side, asked, “Brad, why do you call me your princess?”
“From the moment we promised Thomas to watch over you, I saw you as a princess who I’d protect because I believe in honor, and I believed Thomas. Once I saw you and fell in love with you, you were my princess and I knew, without question, that I’d die for you.”
Isabel closed her eyes, moved to tears again by this man who she’d once thought of as an arrogant jerk.
His arm snaked around her and pulled her back against the warmth of his body, and she molded to him. Dale scooted closer and lowered his lips to her nipples.
She gasped. “Aren’t you guys tired?”
They both chuckled, an erotic masculine sound. “For you? Never a possibility,” Dale said huskily before he sucked a tender peak into his hot, wet mouth.
Isabel moaned, alive once more.
“So will you come teach at Lava Club? Or do we force you like cavemen?” Brad nuzzled her neck and lowered one hand to her still swollen clit.
Isabel’s body jerked, fresh nectar already soaking her swollen lips. “I thought you boys didn’t want me at Club Lava,” she reminded them with a sigh.
Brad snickered behind her. “Princess, we—I learned I can trust you. Of course, we’ll still be there to make sure no one tries anything. You can bring Nik along with you, too. It’s your gig completely.”
Dale lifted her leg and rimmed her tender slit with his dick, fully engorged, his lips sealed around one peak. Brad was fingering her rear entrance, his tongue snaking into her ear.
“I would, ah, love to come teach. And boys?”
They groaned, too busy with their mouths to speak.
“Feel free to throw me over your shoulders any time. I’m all yours.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I live near Tampa, FL with my two precocious young daughters and one adorable long-haired Chihuahua. Born in Puerto Rico, my heart beats with an exotic rhythm and I crave anything tropical. I spent my childhood splashing along the cool shorelines of the nearby beaches while soaking up the scent of salty ocean breeze and coconut fruit. Salsa dancing sizzles deep in my blood and nothing makes me happier than seeing my girls practice their dance steps while cranking up the music.
My passion for romance began at the age of twelve when I accidentally came across my first historical novel. Two days and four hundred pages later, I hungered for more. My mom allowed me to buy a new book each time she took me food shopping, and soon I had over a hundred books cramming my small closet. As I discovered different genres, I craved more and more adventures until I decided someday I'd write one myself.
Life took its course and by the time I was thirty-two I'd been married, had 2 babies, divorced, and worked as a high school teacher. It was time and I'm thankful I pursued my life-long dream. Little did I know how far the genre has traveled and how that initial hunger for another book would turn into an obsession keeping me up late into the night.
For me, nothing beats the thrill of a hero conquering all to win the heart of his heroine. I love how romance has evolved since my first read so heroes never know exactly what they're getting into with sassy, strong heroines who truly go after what they want, be it taboo, risqué, or ménage.
I hope you enjoyed this sexy adventure and are willing to take another with me as I seek to send my heroes and heroines to more exotic destinations for more erotic and sizzling fun.
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