Destination Pleasure

by The Wild Rose Press Authors

  Her pussy clenched his fingers so tight he couldn't move them if he wanted. And he didn't.

  He never let up, licking and fingering her pussy through her orgasm. Reaching up with his right hand, he grabbed hold of a nipple and pinched it. Hard.

  Leia came again on a shout and a wave of trembles convulsing her body.

  Reluctantly pulling his fingers out of her and kissing the top of her slit one last time, Maddock slowly stood.

  A wicked grin lit his mouth as he looked at her. Hair mussed, eye makeup smudged, clothes in complete disarray. She looked brilliant and well loved.

  Golden eyes met his as she took hold of the hand that had been inside her, brought it to her mouth and licked his fingers clean.

  "Rwy'n dy garu di. Rydw i mor falch o fod adref. Mi wnes i aros mor hir amdanat ti.” His voice was a soft rumble.

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  Maddock's words thrilled Leia.

  The Welsh language was beautiful, and his deep voice rolled right over her to set her heart and clit pulsing.

  "I'll ask later what you just said. But now, it's your turn.” Leia fumbled the buckle on his belt and started to stroke him through his jeans.

  He closed his eyes and groaned.

  Leia leaned up and bit his neck. She unbuttoned the blue shirt, licking and kissing her way down his muscular chest as more hot flesh was bared. A flat male nipple proved more temptation than she could resist as she caught it between her teeth and bit him.

  His hips jerked towards her.

  Pushing him against the wall, she smiled. “Not so fast, hot stuff. I want to have a taste, too."

  "You're going to kill me."

  "But you'll die happy.” She shifted her hand back to his buckle and finally got it undone.

  Dragging his jeans down his long legs to pool at his ankles, Leia got her first good look at Maddock's cock. It was thick and almost reached his belly button. The foreskin was supple to her touch when she finally stopped staring and reached out to him. His penis bobbed in welcome. With one hand cupping his velvet sac, Leia bent forward and tasted the crimson crest.

  Musky flavor exploded on her tongue as she licked and sucked him into her mouth. Tugging gently at his balls while setting up a rhythm on his shaft wrung more groans out of this wonderfully sexual man in front of her.

  His large hands fisted in her hair as his head lolled back. “Oh, fuck. Just like that."

  Slipping her tongue between his foreskin and penis was the most erotic thing Leia had ever done. With one hand she pulled the skin back and forth jerking him off in her mouth.

  His balls tightened in her other palm while his cock grew impossibly harder, warning her of his impending orgasm. “No. I want to be in you."

  Maddock lifted her up from the floor, pinned her against the wall again and kissed her deeply, plunging his talented tongue into her mouth, tangling with hers.

  Leia gasped as he pulled her flush to his moisture covered body. His shaft pulsed strongly against her mound. “I'm going to fuck you,” he whispered against her ear. “My cock is going to pound into that pretty pussy and make you scream for me."

  He reached around to unzip her skirt, finally pulling it down from her waist. With one hard wrench Maddock tore her panties off. His big hand slid between them, and she gasped as he touched her.

  Holding her gaze with his, he plunged his cock deep into her. The pressure was intense as he filled her pussy with more than she'd ever taken before.

  It was impossibly erotic.

  Still pinning her with his gaze, he thrust and thrust, his hips pistoning into her body.

  "Fuck me. Fuck me,” she cried out.

  Using his massive strength, Maddock wrapped her legs around his waist and moved them as one to the big bed. He fell onto his back, leaving her straddling him and in control.

  Leia brought her knees forward and rode him. Long, slow up strokes and short, quick down strokes. His pulsing cock touched places in her she didn't know she had. Nerve endings were on fire. Electricity sizzled through her blood.

  Her tits bounced with her rhythm, and he grabbed hold with his large tanned hands. Flicking her nipples with every moan coming from her throat.

  "Scream for me. Let me hear you."

  She exploded, shuddering with the force of her orgasm, crying and pulsing wildly around him.

  Maddock was unleashed, his control gone, and pounded into her. He held her hips steady and moved powerfully underneath her, starting another wave of pleasure coursing through her.

  He was big, and she'd be hurting in the morning. Well worth it, she thought as colors exploded in front of her eyes and she came again.

  With one final thrust, he came with her. The explosion went on forever, until he shook and with a shout, jetted hot streams of semen into her body.

  Collapsing back on the bed, Maddock wrapped her in his arms and brought her down with him.

  Pulling the covers over them and snuggling into his arms, Leia smiled. “Wow. That was incredible. I don't think I've ever come so hard in my life."

  "I think I've gone blind,” he said, trailing his fingers up and down her arm.

  Leia breathed in his woodsy scent as she kissed his chest.

  "Hang on, I've forgotten something.” Maddock leaned over and grabbed a small box from his jeans pocket. “You've waited long enough for this."

  Leia's breath caught in her throat as he took her right hand and placed a beautiful emerald, diamond and ruby ring on her finger. “Oh, Maddock. The colors of your flag. It's so beautiful.” Tears welled in her eyes.

  "You already said yes a few months ago, and I'm sorry it took me so long to get your ring to you, but do you think we should finally tell people we're engaged?” His grey eyes held laughter, but there was a serious note to his voice.

  "What? And ruin the village's impression that you've come home and turned into a lecherous rogue?” She laughed as he tickled the small of her back. Damn it all that he knew her weak spot. “Okay. Yes, we can tell Iestyn. We can tell Ariel. We can tell everyone!” She kissed him.

  "You know the stranger on the train was an incredible fantasy. One down, a hundred more to go. It was a good idea, if I do say so myself."

  "Arrogant ass. Of course, you'll say so.” Laughing, she rolled over on top of him. “I'm so glad you're home. I hated you being away for so long, and the emails every day got harder to read.” She smiled wickedly. “Regardless of all the fantasies we passed back and forth in our letters."

  When he started to speak, she interrupted, “I know. I know. It's the job. But I won't lie and say I'm not glad you're going to be home for a long time at the new Barracks. Just in time for the hotel opening, too."

  "If all our fantasies are like that, this is going to be a long, happy, sexually fulfilling marriage,” he said with a leer and waggling eyebrows.

  Leia kissed him soundly. “By the way, what did you say earlier?"

  His deep laugh rumbled over her. “I said, ‘I love you. I'm so glad to be home. I waited so long for you.’”

  She sighed. “I've even been practicing my Welsh for the wedding. Rydw i'n dy garu di hefyd. That means ‘I love you, too’ and what I've wanted to say since you got on the train. Croeso adref, fy rhyfelwr annwyl i."

  She melted as he looked at her with love glowing in those crystal grey eyes. “Welcome home, my darling warrior."

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  Author's Note

  Leia's family summer home is at Lake Chaubunagungamaug—a small town near Webster, Massachusetts. This is actually the short name for it. Its formal name is Chargoggagoggmanchauggauggagogg-chaubunagungamaugg and the small town boasts the honor of having the longest name in the U.S. Maddock is from Llanfair PG. This is also a shortened name, with the formal version being Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrn-drobwllllantysiliogogogoch. This village boasts the longest town name in the U.K. It was serendipity when I discovered this information and realized I had to reference both towns in this story.

  Als
o, any mistranslations of the Welsh language are purely my fault. Eve

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  Deep Down Under

  by

  Myla Jackson

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  Dedication

  To Rhonda and RJ for daring to follow your dreams.

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  Australian Outback

  Over nine hundred freakin’ miles into the Australian outback, driving on the wrong side of the road and alone, I was still steaming. Okay, so part of that could have been the one hundred degree temperature. The damned air conditioner on my rental car had quit around nine that morning. A fat drop of sweat slithered along my neck and down the front of my unbuttoned blouse into the only underclothes I had with me. A sheer teddy, trimmed in lace. I should never have left Brisbane. The desert was no place for a lone female.

  Had it really been over an hour since I'd seen another vehicle? It was just me, the road and every damned kangaroo in the southern half of the Northern Territory of Australia.

  I slammed my foot to the brake and the heel of my palm on the horn as yet another herd of roos hopped across the road. At first I thought them cute. Now they were more annoying than the deer population back in South Texas.

  How much farther to Alice Springs? Better question was, how much farther to the next gas station? The gas gauge tipped dangerously close to the E.

  All my visions of lying on a beach in my bikini beside Trent had gone up in smoke when he criticized my lovemaking. Of all the bone-headed, inconsiderate jerks. I should have let him pay for my flight to Australia. But no. I insisted on paying my own way. After all, we weren't living together and we weren't engaged, even though I'd hinted often enough. If I'd known he had only wanted me to suck his cock the entire trip, I'd have stayed home.

  Now, over three thousand dollars in debt on my credit card, I was determined to see some of what makes Australia a great country to visit. Meanwhile, Trent enjoyed the condo I'd helped pay for back on the Gold Coast south of Brisbane.

  More sweat made a trail down my chest between my breasts. In the middle of nowhere, I didn't see any point in modesty. I'd pulled the top back on the convertible and unbuttoned my blouse all the way down, exposing the teddy to as much cool air as possible. So I didn't have an ocean to dive into. I was seeing the goddamn outback.

  All because I'd refused to go down on Trent. He'd dumped me when I refused to suck his thing. What kind of man was he? Had he ever offered to go down on me? Hell no. As usual with Trent, it was all about him. “Lucy, you just don't get it. A man needs more sex than a woman, and it's only natural that he wants his woman to suck his dick."

  I'd stood at the end of the bed in my sinfully expensive teddy, anticipating a night filled with wicked, hot sex. When I'd tried to come on to Trent, he'd pushed my head down toward his cock, demanding I “suck it.” I wasn't a prude about giving a guy a blow job, but it was the way he'd demanded without actually giving me anything in return.

  I'd slammed on the brakes and pulled back. When I'd hesitated, he'd blown up and called me immature and frigid. He'd said sex was boring with me.

  "Wait a minute.” I'd planted my hands on my hips. “Just because I didn't go down on you when you told me, you think I'm boring in bed? Sex isn't all about your satisfaction. What about me? What about foreplay?"

  He had the nerve to look me straight in the eye and say, “Sucking my dick is foreplay."

  "For you, maybe, but not me."

  "Fine. If you don't want some of this...” He pointed at his erection as if it was one of those naked Roman statues to be admired. “There are plenty of Aussie girls out there who'll give me what I need without the hassle."

  "Fine,” I threw back at him. “Go find one. I'm here to see Australia, not your hairy balls."

  I grabbed shorts, a shirt and my purse, stomped out of the room, jumped in the rental car and left. Too bad I was in such a snit I didn't bother to grab my suitcases. All my clothes were back in the room with Trent. Well hell, who needed that many clothes anyway?

  After driving most of the night and sleeping in the car somewhere north of Leigh Creek, I'd headed north to Alice Springs, or so I thought. By God, I was in Australia, damned if I wouldn't see some of it! I was a bit concerned when the pavement turned to dirt, but I kept going, sure I'd get there sooner or later.

  All the while, I pondered—no, stewed—about what Trent had said. Was I frigid? Did I have hang-ups when it came to wrapping my lips around a man's penis?

  Maybe if a man were to bring me to the point where I was crazed with passion, I'd want to go down on him. A ruggedly sexy man with nothing but pleasing me on his mind. Maybe then I'd want to put that thing in my mouth, want to feel the steely strength of his cock against my lips and tongue.

  I shifted in my seat, my pussy crying out for something other than leather to rub up against. Where were all the Aussie cowboys when you needed one?

  Could it get any hotter in this freakin desert?

  As the sun peaked at mid-afternoon scorch, I glanced down at my teddy. Great, I was getting a lace-shaped sunburn. With only half my attention on the road, I didn't see the kangaroo until it leaped directly in my path.

  I hit the brake and jerked the steering wheel to the right. The bright red convertible bounced off the road and across the dry, rocky earth, throwing me from side to side until my head banged against the steering wheel. Bright lights flared in my vision as the car continued on its wild, off-road trek.

  As the force of the car met an immovable object—a large boulder—the car slammed to a halt, the front fender caving into the radiator. A high-pitched whistle was followed by clouds of steam rising from beneath the hood. The engine died, and I leaned back against the seat, the full force of the sun beating down on me and the tops of my milky-white, exposed breasts. “Damn. Now what?"

  How did I always manage to get into bad situations and somehow make them even worse?

  Turning the key in the ignition yielded nada. Getting out and inspecting the damage did even less. Like I knew anything about engines. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at the barren landscape stretching for miles away in front of me as if realizing for the first time where the hell I was. Stranded in the desert outback of Australia, with a broken down car and miles away from anyone remotely capable of fixing all that was wrong in my life.

  "Of all the stupid, idiotic things I could have done in my life, driving into a desert alone tops the list.” I tipped my head back and cried out, “Why me?"

  "Were you expecting an answer?” The deep, sexy Australian drawl sounded behind me and nearly scared a dozen years off my existence.

  I spun and stared up at a monstrous buckskin horse, its nostrils snorting down on me, stirring up the dust displaced by its massive hooves. The horse pranced three feet away, but it might as well have been on top of me. I'd never been that close to a horse before, despite living in the giant-sized state of Texas since the day I was born. Houston was practically another world removed from the ranches of the western portion of the state. So, I was a city dweller, sue me.

  The fire-breathing horse soon lost its pull on me when my gaze wandered up to its rider. Suddenly the sun melted all my brain cells into a mass of gray goo. Atop the gianormous steed was a man in a cowboy hat like no other man I'd ever laid eyes on. I could have picked him up and planted him, horse and all, on the Texas prairie and he'd have fit right in.

  Until he opened his mouth again.

  "In a bit of trouble I see.” His Aussie accent made my knees buckle. His voice was like a chocolate latte—smooth, sweet and hot enough to burn my lips.

  I forced a shrug and casually leaned against the car for something to hold me up. Umm, how I'd love to lick his lips. Warmth that had nothing to do with lattes or sunshine spread through my chest and dove to my belly and lower. “I had a near death experience with a kangaroo.” I stared at the car, hoping to deflect the Aussie's piercing blue gaze from my reddenin
g cheeks, praying he couldn't read my lusty thoughts. Hell, I didn't even know if he was married or had a girl somewhere back on his ranch or station. Whatever they called it in the Australian outback. I could be having sexual fantasies about a man who wasn't remotely available. So what else was new? Trent had been emotionally unavailable.

  The blue-eyed cowboy leaned over his saddle horn, a smile curving his full, sensuous lips. “No worries. I know a bloke in Alice Springs can fix you right up."

  Lips I could just imagine kissing mine. Lips that could touch me just about anywhere and I'd like it. Especially in that special place Trent had never gone with any part of his face.

  His mouth twitched. “You're not from around these parts, are you?” He nodded at my chest.

  All the time I'd been staring at him, my shirt was gaping open, the shear black, lace teddy I'd been wearing when I stalked out of the condo on the Gold Coast left nothing to the cowboy's imagination. I gazed down at my state of perspiring undress and couldn't draw on enough brain power to button up. All I could think about was shedding the rest of my clothes to show him the skimpy garment as it was meant to be displayed. Without thinking, I looked up at him. “Are you married?"

  As soon as the words left my lips, I wished them back. How stupid I must look, like a teenager with a crush.

  He laughed, swinging down from the saddle.

  "I'm sorry, it's none of my business.” I gathered the edges of my blouse and attempted to fasten the buttons with nervous fingers.

  "I'm not married.” He brushed my hands aside and smoothly fitted the buttons into the holes. After fastening only three, he lifted my chin with a work roughened finger. “Are you all right? No injuries from the smash?"

  "This hasn't been one of my stellar moments, but other than that, I'm fine."

  "Good. You can ride with me to the station where I can call Carl in Alice Springs."

  "Ride?” His finger lingered on my chin, sending chills across my heated skin. “As in on that?” I looked around the colossal buckskin horse, hoping beyond hope the cowboy had a truck hiding in his saddlebag. No such luck.