by Priya Grey
“You’re blessed,” I tell him.
“Thanks,” he says with a slow, satisfied smile.
Slowly, I begin stroking his cock. It grows even larger. My eyes widen. I haven’t had a cock this big in a really long time. And his is the perfect girth and size. I feel my pussy getting wetter just thinking about him sliding inside me.
I lean forward, desperately wanting to take his gorgeous shaft in my mouth. But I stop myself. I can’t. Not with this mask on. It’s covering my entire face. I lower my head in disappointment.
“This fuckin’ mask,” I mutter.
Kade senses my frustration because he responds, “Don’t worry. We can work around it.”
He reaches down, offering me his hand. I take it and stand back up.
“I thought we agreed that I’d do all the work anyway,” he says.
He slowly reaches for the buttons on my chambray shirt. My heart beat races.
He’s going to see the flawed skin on my chest!
I quickly grab his wrist. He stops then looks at me. That soulful sadness has returned to his gaze.
“Don’t worry,” he whispers. “We all have scars.” His voice echoes the haunted turmoil of recent trauma. I realize that the only difference between Kade and I might be that my scars are visible and his hide underneath the surface.
I sense he understands my inner conflict because he might be going through his own. I knew there was a reason why I chose him.
He’s haunted just like I am.
I breathe a sigh of relief as I realize I’m in very safe hands.
I let go of his wrist, letting him proceed.
He moves in closer. We’re so close; we could kiss…
He unbuttons my shirt and gently slides it off my shoulders. I raise my arms above my head allowing him to pull off my black tank top. With adept fingers he unfastens my bra. Slowly and ever so gently, he begins running his strong, firm hands over my fragile skin, over my breasts. My body springs to life at the sensation of his touch. I rest my hand against his chest as he kisses the side of my neck. His warm lips against my tough, ropey skin are welcomed and needed.
He continues with a trail of kisses down my chest, taking one of my breasts in his mouth, gently tugging on my nipple. Lord, how I’ve missed a man’s lips on my body, on my tits. I grab the back of his head and press it against my chest. His touch makes me forget all my inhibitions.
Kade drops to his knees. He looks at me as he runs his hands up my legs and under my peasant skirt.
My breath catches as I feel his fingers reach over the top of my undies. He slides them over my hips, and down my legs.
I help him by taking off my skirt. It drops to the floor. Except for my mask, I’m completely naked, just like him.
Kade gets back to his feet. He runs his fingers over my scarred skin, his digits delicately dancing across my flesh. He squeezes my shoulders, motioning me to turn around. He continues running his hands down my back. Then he squeezes my ass.
I feel his warm breath against the back of my neck as he whispers in my ear, “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
I struggle to stifle the emotion that suddenly overwhelms me. He may be lying, but I don’t care. I appreciate his words and need to hear them. This isn’t about sex anymore. His presence – here, in my bedroom – makes me feel alive again.
Kade moves closer, and I feel his cock, now fully erect, press against my backside.
“Here’s the proof that you having nothing to be ashamed of,” he says with a growl. “Do you feel how hard I am for you?”
I’m overcome with gratitude and desire. A tear rolls down my cheek. To be wanted this way, by another human being, is something I never thought I’d experience again.
Kade leans forward and wraps his strong arm around my waist. His fingers slide across my belly, toward my crotch. He begins to tease my wet lips with his fingers.
“You need this: me, inside you,” he says in a low whisper.
“You have no idea,” I reply, resting the back of my head against his shoulder, thankful for his presence.
“Well, the waits over,” he growls and places another kiss on my shoulder.
Slowly, he turns me so I face him. I’m surprised by the lust and passion burning in his eyes. Could it really be for someone like me? I glance down at his rock-hard cock.
“Lie on the bed,” he orders. “It’s time I give you what you need.”
Grateful, I follow his instructions.
Kade grabs a condom from his jeans and slips it on his cock. Then he climbs over me. I feel the tip of his cock nudge against my pussy.
I look into his dark, intense eyes and press my hands against his chest.
“You ready?” he asks.
I want to kiss his luscious lips, but can’t. I simply nod.
Kade shifts his hips and I feel the head of his cock slowly part the lips of my pussy. He eases himself inside me. My pussy welcomes him, clenching around his girth.
“You feel good,” Kade whispers into my ear.
“Trust me, you feel better,” I confess.
Slowly, he pumps his cock in and then out. With each stroke my pussy throbs for more. I wrap my arms around his wide back, my legs around his waist. I want him deeper inside me. He’s bigger than I’m used to, but I want to take as much of him as I can.
“Fuck yes,” I moan with pleasure. “You don’t know how badly I need this.”
Kade increases his long, deep thrusts, each one raising my threshold of desire.
My breath quickens as we find our rhythm. Drops of pleasure slide down my thighs. Then I feel it coming. That sensation I’ve been missing for so long is slowly building inside me. I dig my nails into Kade’s back as I wrap my legs tightly around his waist. I want all of him. As his cock stretches me wide, and fills me to the brim, I beat my fist against his back. “Fuck yeah, Kade. You feel fuckin’ a-maz-ing.”
Then it finally comes - the rush of joy, the heat of passion, coursing through my entire body.
I wail with utter abandon as the rising crescendo of In This Special Place fills the room. My pussy pulsates like a jackhammer. Gasping, I come all over Kade’s cock.
But we’re not finished yet. I’m still hungry.
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About the Authors
Ozlo and Priya Grey are a husband and wife writing team. Their time is consumed with writing, re-writing, editing, and tinkering with Photoshop and Wordpress. When they step away from their desks, they enjoy long walks on the beaches of Southern California.
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Shades of her By Ozlo & Priya Grey
Copyright © 2017 by Ozlo and Priya Grey. All Rights Reserved.
Edition: October 21, 2017
Cover artwork by Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations.
This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locale, or organization is entirely coincidental.
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ISBN: 978-1-940338-18-7
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