Love, Lies and Scandal

Love, Lies and Scandal by Earl Sewell Read Free Book Online

Book: Love, Lies and Scandal by Earl Sewell Read Free Book Online
Authors: Earl Sewell
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Contemporary
his thighs. Damn, I wish I could have her right now, he thought as he scanned his surroundings.

    The airplane was practically empty, thirty passengers at best. He reached over DaNikka, who was still asleep, and opened up the window shade. He noticed the sun was beginning to peek from beneath the horizon but hadn't fully risen yet. Off in the distance, he saw the red steel arches of the Golden Gate Bridge knifing through a few clouds. He closed the window shade and focused his attention on DaNikka. She had a copy of Kim Catrell's book Sexual Intelligence resting on her lap. He'd picked up the book for her before their trip to Philadelphia. The book explored sexual intelligence, the mystery of sexual fantasies and the power of arousal. He'd gotten it for DaNikka so that she'd understand not only herself but him, as well.

    "Good lovers are taught, not born," he had said to her when he gave her the book. He was hell-bent on making damn sure she was a highly skilled and a well-trained lover. She'd been reading the book at the beginning of their flight back home. Will studied her body language as she read and saw that she'd become aroused. It was the way she crossed one leg over the other and bounced it, signaling that an erotic impulse was stirring around the folds of her paradise.

    "Are you getting hot? Are you getting wet?" He had to know.

    DaNikka stopped reading and met his gaze. "Yes. I seem to stay wet whenever I'm around you." Will smiled, then glanced down at the swell of her breasts. Her thirty-four double-Ds were a constant source of pleasure. Will tossed one of the small blue blankets that had been given out at the start of the flight over her legs.

    "Let me feel how wet you are. Spread your legs for me."

    DaNikka looked around. "Are you serious?"

    "Yes. No one is near us. I just want to feel it. I want to put my fingers on it and play with you a little."

    "You are going to make me scream," she muttered as she unbuckled her belt, unzipped her jeans, slumped forward and spread her legs slightly.

    "I'll try not to make you moan too much," Will assured her, skillfully gliding his fingers through the triangle of hair on her mound. She cleared her throat as she checked to make sure no one was coming down the aisle before spreading her thighs a little wider. DaNikka guided his hand around the rim of her lips as Will's middle finger dipped inside her. DaNikka moaned and then clutched his hand. She cradled the back of his head, pulled his ear to her lips and allowed him to hear her sensual moans. The wave of passion swelled up within her and she quickly crossed her legs to contain it before she informed the entire plane that Will's finger was deep inside her.

    Will could feel the walls of her paradise pulsing against his finger.

    "My very touch sets you off, doesn't it?"

    "Yes," DaNikka whispered. Will was about to place a second finger inside of her when DaNikka stopped him.

    "The stewardess is coming," she whispered, hastily removing his fingers, clapping her thighs shut and fastening her loose clothing.

    "Are you two okay?" The stewardess stopped at their seat. Will placed his glistening finger between his lips and circled his tongue around it.

    "Everything is delicious," he'd finally answered with a devilish smile.

    Will now squeezed and coaxed his erect manhood--which he had fondly named Homicide--in an effort to satisfy Homicide's unyielding and perpetual thirst for sex. She's so young and she's all yours to teach and train to be loyal only to you and your most titillating fantasies. He considered DaNikka to be the perfect mistress for a man in his circumstances. She hailed from Pittsburg, California, an economically depressed community filled with scores of poorly educated black people. DaNikka's mind wasn't strong like Angela's, and was therefore ripe for molding. DaNikka was the youngest in her family and by far the most beautiful. And what man wouldn't want a woman around who idolized, adored and

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