by Ashlee Price
As always, his kisses make me weak as they send ripples of heat all the way to my toes.
I almost cease to think, but when I feel his hand on the sash of my robe, I grab his wrist.
"Later," I tell my husband.
He looks a little disappointed - just a little - but his hand falls away.
"Me first," I add as I tug the sash of his robe.
It comes undone and I find that he's wearing just his grey boxers underneath. I can already see something bulging there. The knowledge that Dustin still desires me, that I can still arouse him, gives me a satisfaction unlike any other. It awakens my own desire.
I slip the robe off his shoulders. He shrugs it the rest of the way off. Then I push him down on the chaise lounge and climb on top of him.
Dustin chuckles. "Feisty today, are we?"
I silence him with a kiss as I put my hands on his chest. Even though he's older now, he still manages to keep himself fit. His firm muscles quiver beneath my palms.
I leave a trail of kisses between those muscles as I drag my lips down. I stop to reverently kiss his appendectomy scar as well. When I reach his boxers, I find the bulge there even bigger.
I press my grinning lips against the cotton and feel Dustin's cock throb.
I pull his boxers off so that he's completely naked. I like him best this way. His stiff cock springs up to greet me.
After I've cast his boxers aside, I greet it with a kiss to the tip followed by a long, slow lick that makes Dustin shudder. I press the tip of my tongue against the leaking slit and he gasps. More of the salty, bittersweet substance oozes out.
I abandon the tip to run my tongue down and around the length of his cock until I reach the base. I press my lips against his sac before dragging the tip of my tongue across the middle.
Again, Dustin gasps.
I bring my tongue back up slowly, tasting sweat and soap. Then I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock and take him inside my mouth.
He grunts. I take as much of it as I can. When the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, I do my best to relax and try not to gag. I swallow, hollow my cheeks, and suck. Then I start moving my head up and down.
My lips rub against the soft skin of his cock. I feel it glide across my tongue. I breathe through my nostrils as I move my head faster. The friction builds inside my mouth and the insides of my cheeks grow hot. My lips start to burn and grow numb.
I can never do this for more than three minutes.
Dustin never seems disappointed, though. He just looks at me, watching me as I get off the chaise lounge. I pull on the sash of my robe and it unravels. One shrug and the silk garment falls to the carpet.
Dustin's eyes narrow as his gaze rolls over my slate blue lace bodysuit. A pair of straps hang from my shoulders. The lace cups go over my breasts, which seem to have grown since I gave birth. Then there's beautiful sheer lace all the way over my belly - which I try to keep slim to keep up with my toned husband - and down between my legs, where convenient snaps are located.
I unsnap it now before going back on top of my husband. I hold his gaze as I stroke him a few times, then lower my body down on his cock.
As always, I feel a slight resistance to the immense girth of his cock, but I bring my hips down slowly and sheathe him inside me inch by inch. I hiss as I savor the feel of his skin against mine.
I prefer it like this - my sex clinging to his bare, smooth skin. It's why I switched to a contraceptive implant which I insert myself.
I take a moment to enjoy the sensation of having him inside me before I start moving my hips in a dance. My hands rest on his stomach to support my weight.
I let out a gasp as Dustin's cock hits a good spot inside of me. I love being on top. I love being in control and being able to push my own buttons.
Dustin never just stays still, though. He reaches up and his fingers pop open the buttons between the cups over my breast. They spill out and he cradles them.
They bounce in his hands as I jerk my hips faster. My stiff nipples rub against his palms.
I keep going, savoring every buzz of pleasure going through my veins. I throw my head back and close my eyes.
Dustin's hands move down to my hips as he jerks his own. I move even faster as the wave of pleasure builds. When it washes over me, I let out a soft cry. I grip his shoulders as I shudder above him. My knees sink into velvet and my toes curl.
I stay still as I wait for the wave to pass. After it does, I open my eyes. Dustin is staring at me.
He grins. "My turn."
He pushes me off him and takes me in his arms, grunting at my weight.
I frown as I put an arm around him. "Maybe you're getting too old for this."
"No way."
He carries me to the bed and puts me on top of the sheets. His lips capture mine.
"Now close your eyes," Dustin says as his thumb presses against my lips. "I have a surprise."
I obey. "You never tire of surprises, do you?"
"Never."
I take a deep breath and try to calm my racing heart as I wait for the surprise. I'm expecting him to have a vibrating toy of some sort, or a feather. Or ice cubes? Or chocolate syrup? We've tried all of those before.
But that last one makes me frown. Didn't we say no food play on the bed?
Suddenly, he grabs my hand. I feel his lips on it and above my ring, the plain but thick gold band with diamonds on the inside that we bought to replace the four-leaf clover one lost in the hospital explosion.
He pulls me off the bed.
"Can I open my eyes now?" I ask him.
"No."
He kisses me as his hands go over my arms. Then he puts my wrists behind me and I hear a snap.
Oh, snap.
I open my eyes and glance over my shoulder at the furry things around my wrists. Then I narrow my gaze at Dustin.
"Handcuffs?"
"We did say we'd try them."
I thought he'd forgotten.
He pushes me down on the bed. "Now, relax."
Easy for him to say. It's not his wrists that are tied.
Still, I try. I take a deep breath as I stare up at the canopy.
Dustin plants a kiss on my neck, then drags his lips all the way to my shoulder. The coarse hairs on the fringes of his jaw tickle and I suppress a laugh.
Next, he pays attention to my breasts. A lot of attention.
He kisses them reverently. He sucks on them hungrily. He circles my nipples with his tongue one after another, and then he rubs or tugs on them with his lips and fingers.
I throw my head to the side as a gasp leaves my lips. My eyes squeeze shut.
No matter how many times Dustin does this, the breast worship still feels amazing.
When he's done, I give a slight whimper and hold my breath as I anticipate the next thing he'll do. He kisses my belly through the lace, very reverently, like he's paying homage to the babies I've had and the babies - well, baby - I have yet to give him. Then he moves on to his true destination.
He lifts the bottom flaps of my suit and spreads my legs. As always, I blush. Even now, I still find it embarrassing being exposed like this, and the fact that my wrists are tied makes me feel even more so.
Still, I don't complain. I just brace myself for his tongue.
But I'm never prepared for it. His tongue is too skillful, too naughty. It delves deep inside me and licks me thoroughly. It teases my nub until I'm writhing on the sheets, until my toes are curling and my hips are rising.
Usually, I push him off when it gets to this point, but now, my hands are tied. Literally.
"Shit."
Dustin keeps licking just that tiny nub - which isn't as tiny as before - and I feel myself getting wetter. I tremble even more. I gasp. I moan. I laugh when I feel the hair on his jaw against the inside of my thigh.
I'm losing control. This time, the pleasure comes suddenly, catching me off guard. My head digs into the sheets as my back arches.
My second
orgasm leaves me breathless, but Dustin is not yet done. In fact, the look in his eyes tells me he's just getting started.
He pulls me off the bed and bends me over the edge. Then he enters me from behind. My mouth opens in a silent gasp.
Dustin grips my shoulders and pounds into me. I revel in the feel of his cock moving inside me once more. I push my hips back against his and match his movements.
He chuckles behind me. Then he pulls me to my feet without pulling his cock out. He grabs my arms and continues to pound into me.
In this position, with my wrists bound, he's completely in control. My body is leaning forward, and I'll fall if he lets me go. I can no longer jerk my hips. I can't grab anything. All I can do is feel the power of his thrusts as each one sends heat roaring through my veins.
I'm close. Again.
Judging by the speed of Dustin's thrusts, he is too.
His pace becomes erratic. His grunts grow louder. His grip on my arms tightens. His cock feels hotter inside me.
His lips press against the back of my shoulder and he growls against my skin as he reaches his climax. At about the same moment, I go over the edge one final time. Our bodies tremble as one.
Afterwards, we simultaneously gasp for air. Dustin's grip on me loosens and I find myself falling forward onto the bed.
"Ouch," I complain after I hit it.
"Sorry," he says.
He unlocks the cuffs. I climb on top of the bed and under the sheets. I can feel something leaking out of me, trickling down my thighs, but I'm too tired to bother wiping it up.
"Maybe we're getting too old for this," I say.
Dustin snorts as he joins me on the bed. "Not for thirty more years."
My eyebrows arch. "Thirty?"
He kisses my cheek. "I'm insatiable, remember?"
I chuckle.
He pulls me close to him and I nearly purr against his chest. This is my favorite part of sex - the moment after, when I feel closest to Dustin, when I feel like floating instead of flying. If I close my eyes, the world just melts away.
Dustin plants a kiss on my forehead. It's still my favorite kind of kiss. I look up at him and smile.
"I can't believe we've been married ten years now."
"Yeah." He touches my nose. "Not bad for a man who didn't do marriage, huh?"
"If you're still competing with your brothers, you're still behind Greg and Sidney," I tell him.
"At least I'm ahead of Arthur."
I grin. "True."
Arthur just got married two years ago. And we thought he'd never marry. His wife, a writer who is the complete opposite of him and doesn't think much of money at all, is now pregnant with their first child.
Dustin caresses my cheek. "I'm not competing with anyone, though. I'm just happy that we're happy."
"Yeah." I nod. "Me too."
He captures my lips in a tender kiss. My heart flutters.
It's funny how the smallest things can be the most powerful. How the most unexpected things can prove to be the best of all.
I never expected to be Mrs. Montgomery, to be Dustin's bride, to be his wife. Yet here I am, the mother of his children.
And so now, we don't expect. We just live each day fully and take everything in stride.
We just love.
~The End~
Most Eligible Daddy (Sample)
Most Eligible Daddy Description
The first time was spur of the moment. The second time will be forever.
I never thought I’d fall for a girl in overalls and muddy boots until I met Quinn Hardy.
She’s the best thing that came with this run-down farm.
The loss of my wife left me empty and struggling to raise a daughter.
Years later, not even all my wealth can fill the void.
But with Quinn, I see everything I want in a woman.
Smart. S#xy. Strong. An amazing mother.
And her son? He sure reminds me of how I looked and acted as a kid.
I’ll show Quinn what a real man is like.
I’ll f#cken crush those greedy neighbors eyeing her land the way I stamp out those trying to mess with my company.
There’s a savage beast under this suit and the countryside is the perfect place to go wild.
I’ll protect Quinn with all I’ve got.
And I’ll destroy anyone and anything that gets in my way.
Chapter One
Quinn
2008
"Am I supposed to be a cat, a maid or a witch?" I ask my roommate, Gina, as I plant myself in her bedroom doorway.
I can't tell. Not with the beaded cat mask - with whiskers to boot - covering half of my face, the black and silver dress hanging off my shoulders, and the frilly white apron tied around my waist.
"I don't know." Gina sits on her Hello Kitty comforter. "But that's what Nicky told me to give you to wear for the party tonight. You know how she likes to mix and match."
I guess I should. I've only met her once, when I brought Gina the phone she forgot, but that time she was wearing a spiked black collar with a pink kimono dress and knee-high Greek sandals. Oh, and colorful earrings that looked straight out of Africa.
"Who cares? It's Halloween."
I pout. "Easy for you to say. You look like a Greek goddess."
"That's because for tonight, I am a Greek goddess."
Gina whirls around to show off her white dress, held by a golden belt just below her breasts that are easily two sizes larger than mine. The silk drapes around her long legs. She even has a diadem of golden flowers on her head to crown her chestnut brown locks, which are lustrous as usual.
No wonder they call her the Venus of the Art History Department. Frankly, I think she should be a fashion model.
I narrow my eyes at her. "Isn't Halloween the one time you're allowed to look hideous?"
She turns to the mirror to check on her lipstick. "But why be hideous when you can be gorgeous?"
I roll my eyes. Of course she'd say that.
"Don't worry, Quinn." She turns to me with a grin. "You look great, too."
I straighten out my apron. "I look like I'm working tonight. That's what."
Unlike Gina, who's a guest at Nicky's famed party, I'm only going because she's a few waitresses short and I can always use the money.
She places a hand on her hip. "It doesn't mean you can't look fabulous. That mask brings out your amber eyes, and the dress really brings out your curves."
What curves?
I glance down. "That's because it's a bit too tight."
"And those fishnet stockings look va-va-voom. Maybe I'll borrow them next time."
"You can borrow them now."
Seriously, I don't understand what's so great about stockings full of holes. Or stockings in general. I've never worn them. Not once. My wardrobe is practically made up of T-shirts and faded jeans or denim overalls. This is only my fifth time wearing a dress, too.
If my brothers could see me now, they'd look at me in shock and then laugh at me. And I'd probably tell them to shut the hell up as always, maybe with a light kick to the shin.
"Oh, come on." Gina places her arm around me. "Don't look so serious. You're in college now, Quinn, and tonight's a party. You should have some fun."
"I don't think your idea of fun is the same as mine."
Booze and loud music? Not my thing. Hiking. Camping. Watching horror movies. Having a contest with my brothers to see who can finish a tub of ice cream first. Now, those are fun.
She pats my shoulder. "What I'm saying is that you should loosen up a little, even if it's just for tonight. College is the only time you can misbehave. When you get to be a professional, especially if you're going to be a teacher, you have to keep yourself in check. But you won't be able to do that if you don't let loose now."
I look at her with creased eyebrows. "What exactly do you want me to do?"
Gina shrugs. "Act like you're in New York City and not on a farm in California?"
Before she can say more, her phone rings. As she runs off to pick it up, I approach the mirror and study my reflection.
Come to think of it, I don't look so bad. Cats and witches and maids sort of go together, after all, don't they? I mean, witches have cats and maids have brooms. Besides, like Gina said, it's Halloween.
She's right, too, in saying I should break free. I am miles from home, and I did come here to experience new things. If I keep staying the same, what's the point?
I draw a deep breath.
Tonight is Halloween. What better time to dare to make a change?
Tonight, a new Quinn will be born.
~End of sample~
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