Only for a Night (Lick) by Naima Simone Read Free Book Online

with this?”
    “Yes,” she breathed. After a moment, she returned her hand to the back of the chair. “Yes.”
    “Good,” he praised, pressing his chest to her back, covering her. His thighs brushed the insides of hers, preventing her from closing her legs. Rocking his hips forward, he stroked his dick against her ass like he’d wanted to do earlier. He nipped her earlobe in both praise and punishment at the pleasure she gave him. “Look at how wet she is. She’s soaked. But not just for him. Because she knows all these eyes are on her. Because your eyes are on her.” He flattened a palm to her belly and slid the other one down and over her hip. She sucked in a breath. “You’re giving her pleasure just by watching, by getting hot and drenched. And you are wet, aren’t you, Harper?” He teased the band of her panties, slipping just his fingertips underneath. Soft, springy hair grazed his skin, and he ground his dick harder against her. Gritting his teeth, he growled, “Harper? Answer me.”
    “Yes.” The word exploded from between her lips on a gasp. Tilting her head back, she rocked her ass up and down, rubbing over his dick, and dragging a groan out of him. “God, I am. Please, Rion. Just…”
    He plunged two fingers inside her at the same time the man on the other side of the glass buried himself inside his lover’s pussy. A low, keening wail erupted from her, drowning out his hoarse “fuuuuuck.”
    Slick, muscular walls. Hot like a furnace. Liquid heat that, by all rights, should be scalding him. She spasmed around his fingers, quivering as her flesh accustomed itself to the invasion. Goddamn, she was small. Tight. Perfect.
    His cock throbbed as if jealous, and hell, it should be. Pushing inside her would be hell…and the only glimpse of heaven he would ever be granted.
    Withdrawing his fingers, he glided them through her slit, and over her engorged little clit. Harper bucked against his hand, wild sounds spilling out of her. Jesus, she was hot. Just one thrust and caress and, that fast, she was on the verge of coming undone. With a snarl, he grasped her chin, tilted it down, forcing her attention on the fucking in front of them.
    The man pounded into his woman, his dick disappearing in her thrust after thrust. The slap of flesh filled the room even through the glass. And the sighs and grunts from the others in the room, as well as from the woman in his arms, steadily rose.
    “That’s what I’m going to do to you,” he growled, wrapping his arm around her waist, holding her still as he rocketed his fingers back into her sex. Like a good girl, she didn’t move her hands from the chair, but she writhed against him, voluntarily spreading her legs wider so he could have more of her. Setting up a fast, steady pace, he pumped into her, lust like a clawing beast digging at his gut every time her lush walls squeezed him. “I’m going to fuck you into the bed. Hard. Deep. Imagine this”—he twisted his wrist, corkscrewing his fingers and ripping a cry free of her—“is my dick, riding you, screwing you, branding this pretty, tight as hell pussy. You’re going to scream for me, baby. Again.” He thrust into her. “And again.” Thrust. “And again.”
    He dipped his other hand between her thighs and circled the taut bud at the top of her thighs, torturing the engorged bundle of nerves with firm strokes. His fist bumped the soft skin of her inner thighs as he slammed his fingers into her, pushing her closer and closer to orgasm.
    “Come, baby,” he whispered, rubbing her clit as he plunged hard and high within her sex. “Come with her. Give it to me and her.”
    She came, strangling his fingers in a vise-like grip. She shook with the force of it, and he didn’t let up on his thrusts or caresses to her clit until every last shudder quieted. Behind the partition, the woman’s cries rebounded off the glass, her legs splayed wide as her man rode her through the release. Harper whimpered with her