Invitation to Passion: Open Invitation, Book 3 by Jennifer Skully, Jasmine Haynes Read Free Book Online Page B

own.
           Then he gave her the more she asked for. He
entered her pussy with the thick head of a toy, gliding easily in all her
moisture. Another rubbery head probed her rear entrance with a slow, gentle,
inexorable penetration. Oh God. Yes, yes. He’d watched her tonight, seen what
she liked, and he was giving it to her all over again, his own special
rendition. He eased out, then further in, expanding her, fitting her body to
the tool.
           “More, baby,” he whispered, “you can take
more.”
           And God, she wanted more. She pushed back,
taking another micron of the dual dildo. She felt so full, one head storming
her vagina, the other working its way deeper between her cheeks. She moaned and
wrapped her arms around the pillow in front of her, giving him full rein of her
ass and pussy.
           “Fuck me with it, please fuck me.”
           He increased the pace, forcing her to
accept more, pulling out, then in again, going deeper with each gentle thrust.
Her body started to move on its own, rocking against him. He held her hip,
working the double-headed toy inside her, deep, deeper, until the heat was so
great she rose to her elbows for leverage to take everything he gave her. In,
out, faster, higher, enhancing the pleasure with the edge of pain. She should
have been sore from her previous workout, but Jud had prepared her so well and
stoked her fire until she was dripping with need.
           “Harder.” She panted, and then she was
actually ramming herself back on the thing. So good. So hard. Mindless. Filled.
More. Please. She wasn’t sure if the pleas were in her mind or if they actually
fell from her lips.
           Then he covered her body with his, rocked
with her, his hard cock straining against his clothes, found her aching
clitoris, and took the nub in rhythm to his dual penetration. His body, his
touch, his voice was everywhere. She screamed his name and exploded into the
stars behind her eyelids, losing herself, losing awareness to everything but
this man’s touch, his passion for her, and the cry of his own release.
           
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           She was magnificent in her passion. He’d
never brought another woman to this room, but regardless, he kept it well
stocked. The toy had come to him in a moment of genius when his head was
between her thighs. Definitely one of his better ideas.
           “Oh my God.” She sighed deeply.
           “The best? Or shall we try again?” He knew
it was the best, far better than that earlier bout with her two studs. She’d
screamed louder, longer, and he’d come when his name burst from her lips. He
disposed of the dildo and pulled her snugly against him.
           She drew in a breath, squirmed into the
pillow, and let out a long exhale. “I never thought I’d say one orgasm was
enough.” Then she smiled, closed her eyes, and hummed her satisfaction.
           “So I win the bet.” He felt like a rooster
ready to crow.
           “I don’t remember what you were supposed to
win.” She nestled again. Her skin was soft against his fingertips.
           “I won the enjoyment of giving you
pleasure.” He would win more in the future. He would win her , the ultimate reward.
           “I am going to sleep like a baby,” she murmured. “That was better than tonight.”
           He knew exactly what she meant. “Better
than your young, virile playthings. That’s high praise indeed.”
           She opened one eye. “Don’t let it go to
your head.”
           “Which one?” He skimmed the front of his
pants.
           She laughed, yawned, then rolled, hugging
the pillow. “Did I hear the unmistakable grunt of male orgasm when I came, or
was that my imagination?”
           He smiled. Now she was the one who wanted
to crow. And he’d let her, all she wanted. “I came in my pants like a
schoolboy.” He tucked a curl behind her ear. “I warned