August Heat by Lora Leigh Read Free Book Online Page B

would
never survive it. Her cunt pulsed, gushed, sending its slick juices to mingle
with the lubrication he was applying to the small channel, making his entrance
that much easier. But it had been a while since he had taken her there. She was
unprepared, the muscles tighter, exquisitely sensitive.
    “Damn, Heather.”
He grimaced with anticipation as she watched him. Watched as he tracked each
move his fingers made in and out of her gripping channel. “Baby. It’s going to
be so good.” He glanced up at her then, smiling wickedly as she trembled from
head to toe.
    His fingers thrust
inside her slow and easy, parting the muscles, stretching them, preparing her
as she cried out at the heat and pleasure/pain assaulting her body.
    “It’s been so
long,” he growled, his voice tight with anticipation. “I’ve been dying to
burrow back inside your sweet little ass, Heather. Starving for it. I won’t
wait any longer. And I’ll never wait again.”
    His fingers
plunged inside her again. Deep. Wide. Heather dug her heels into the mattress,
lifting closer to him, bucking against each entrance to drive him deeper. She
was drunk on the sexuality thickening around them, damp with perspiration, with
the heat raging through her body.
    “Ready now, baby?”
he crooned, his voice dark, anything but soothing, as he lifted her closer,
raising her legs until they rested on his wide shoulders, and positioned his
erection for entrance.
    “Sam…” She stilled
as she felt the broad head of his cock beginning to part the tender opening.
    “I love you,
Heather.” The softly spoken words, so filled with emotion, with hunger and
need, washed over her. “You are my life. You are the only bond I need. The only
love I crave. Only you, Heather.”
    She screamed as
his cock pushed slowly, relentlessly, into her anus. Not with pain. With
streaking pleasure so intense it burned her alive, sent flames flickering
through her pussy, her womb, making her insane with the combination of carnal
delight and emotional excess.
    As he pushed with
hot deliberation into the ultra-tight channel, his fingers weren’t still. His
thumb raked her clit. His fingers played with the bare lips of her pussy,
sliding in teasingly as he made a slow advance into the hot grip of her ass.
She was dying with ecstasy. Heather bucked against him, trying to drive him
deeper, gasping then crying out at the biting streaks of pleasure as her body
accommodated the thickness of his cock, until he was seated in fully, every
throbbing inch buried in her backside as the muscles convulsed around it.
    “There, sweet
baby.” He was breathing hard, fighting for control.
    Heather stared up
at him, dazed, her anal channel on fire, filled, stretched, awash in such
stinging pleasure she feared the coming orgasm.
    “Now,” she gasped,
moving against him, trying to force him to begin the deep hard thrusts that
would eventually send her spinning into her climax.
    “Not yet, baby.”
He picked up the dildo then. “I won’t share you anymore, but I’ll be damned if
I’ll do without that certain little cry that pierces my soul when you get
fucked like this.”
    “Sam. I can’t
stand it,” she cried out as he rubbed the firm head of the fake cock against
her vaginal entrance.
    He stretched her
anus so tightly, filled it so deeply, that she feared what would happen to her
own state of mind if he pushed that dildo up her pussy. She was already poised
on such a peak of sensation it was mind destroying.
    She had done this
with his brothers. Felt their cocks straining in her body, her mouth, and hadn’t
known this intensity of sensation.
    “Too bad, baby,”
he whispered gently. “Because here it comes.”
    She could feel
every thick inch, every manipulated ridge, every damned nuance of the fake cock
as he began to work it slowly into her already tight pussy. She thrashed in his
arms, screaming out as the pleasure tore through her body with bursts of heat
so blinding it nearly took her