Hungry Eyes by Celeste Anwar Read Free Book Online

 
    Chapter One
     
    Miranda’s pulse quickened as she watched him enter the room where the woman waited. It was hot outside--that much was obvious. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his arms, the small of his back as he bent and slid off his boots.
    God, he had a great ass. Rounded and firm looking—ripe for a good grab….
    She slid up behind him, cupping his ass and nibbling him on the back of the neck.
    Miranda frowned and bit her lip, lowering the binoculars and leaning back in her chair, away from the window to relax a minute. Her clit throbbed. A pulse beat low in her belly, making her cleft moisten and slip as she shifted back to the window to watch him and this newest girl.
    They were kissing, leaning on the couch. He peeled his shirt off his muscled arms. She pulled her top up over her head, revealing a lacy black bra and tanned, heavy looking breasts.
    Miranda pinched her nipple, massaging her own small, achy breasts. It’d been so long since a man had touched her …. She moaned as her neighbor kissed the woman’s neck, rubbing her fingers down her own throat, imagining what it would feel like to have his lips there and lower.
    They slid down on the chaise. The woman’s legs fell open in invitation, which he snapped up immediately, kissing the insides of her exposed knees while he slipped her matching panties off and delved a hand down into her nether region.
    Miranda sucked her bottom lip, squirming in her chair. Her pussy throbbed, aching for contact. She touched her crotch through her jeans, massaging it as he pushed his head down and buried his face in the woman’s pussy.
    Her pulse quickened immeasurably. She opened her fly, pushing her fingers down to her clit to rub the slippery little nub until it swelled under her fingers.
    She shouldn’t be doing this--shouldn’t be watching. Sometimes, she almost got the feeling he wanted to be watched, but perhaps that was her own guilty conscience chiming in?
    God, it felt good to touch herself. She pressed on either side of the swollen nub, flicking it back and forth as he rose and removed the last of his clothing. His cock was massive, thick and rigid as he slipped a condom on it. The woman grabbed at him, greedily stuffing his dick in her mouth and sucking him.
    He threw his head back, his face a mask of pain and pleasure.
    Miranda peeled her jeans and panties down, pushing two fingers around her hole, teasing the edges as the blowjob ended and he positioned himself above her. He pulled her legs up onto his shoulders and thrust inside. She could see the woman scream in ecstasy, her head thrown back, her eyes shut and mouth hanging open in a huge O.
    She thrust her fingers inside, dying for more. She scanned the room quickly, looking for her dildo. She never could keep up with the thing. It was always rolling off her bedside table, ending up on the floor or under the bed.
    Fuck it. She rubbed her clit with her thumb, pushing another finger inside, curling them up to stroke the edge of her g-spot. Her pussy spasmed. Creamy liquid rushed around her fingers, easing their passage as she stroked herself in time with him. God, the way he moved … no wonder he had no problem getting women. The man looked like he could hold his own in a fuck-a-thon.
    Perspiration collected on her brow, her chest, and neck. She felt the flush of arousal all over her body as she strained for release. He threw his head back, pounding into her, his muscles flexing and moving, making her want to lick and nibble him all over. She felt herself nearing the pinnacle, her body striving for the edge. Her cunt grasped her fingers as the first jolt went through her, then another. Miranda gasped and dropped the binoculars, clutching one breast as the climax rode through her body, draining every ounce of strength she had inside her.
    She continued to push weakly at her core, riding the crest until she couldn’t take it anymore. She pulled her hand away, dropping it by her side as she caught her