Seducing Steve by Maggie Wells Read Free Book Online

Sara’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I wanted to suck you. Right there, in the doorway.”
    A surge of triumph ran hot in her veins when a whoosh of breath roared through the phone. Seconds ticked away. Then, he whispered at last, “Tell me.”
    “Come over. I’ll show you,” she said, her voice soft and coaxing. Sara’s pulse throbbed as she awaited his answer.
    “Tell me.”
    The steely determination in his voice gave her pause. The desire to withhold was overwhelming, but the hot rush of moisture his refusal to cave sent gushing to her pussy made her squirm in her seat.
    “You were standing there in the doorway, and you looked so good. I’d missed seeing you. I wanted to kiss you hello. I wanted to drop down on my knees and unzip you with my teeth.”
    “Yeah?”
    The hiss of his breath was gratifying. “Oh yeah,” she answered, mimicking his earlier sentiment.
    The unmistakable rasp of a zipper shot chills down her spine. Her panties grew damp, clinging to the lips of her sex. She slipped one hand under the hem her t-shirt and teased the elastic, just as he did too many days before.
    “Go on,” he prompted.
    Sara’s voice grew bolder and steadier. “I’d push your pants down, baring that fabulous ass for all the neighbors to see.”
    “You think my ass is fabulous?”
    The smug tone of his voice made her want to laugh. Instead, she purred, “Your ass is incredible. Two perfect handfuls, round, and firm, and high... I want to take a bite out of it.”
    Steve groaned, and her fingers brushed over the damp crotch of her panties. She slipped one under the elastic, grazing her swollen sex. “I’d wrap my lips around your cock, drawing you deeper and deeper into my mouth.”
    “My hands in your hair,” he murmured.
    Sara gathered a bit of the moisture pooling between her legs and circled her clit with one slick fingertip. A tiny moan escaped from the knot of need in her throat. A jolt of electricity nearly short-circuited her brain. Her words came soft and breathy.
    “I’d take you as far as I can, holding you against my tongue, your fingers pressing into my scalp. You’re holding me there as you thrust your big cock into my mouth.”
    “Jesus, Sara.”
    Her finger slid the length of her wet folds. She teased her aching clit mercilessly. “Sliding in and out, fucking my mouth,” she murmured. His strangled groan made her sigh with pleasure. She thrust one finger into her hot channel. “I’d be so wet. My pussy would be so jealous of my mouth.”
    Moments ticked by with only the sound of their gasping breaths to mark them. “I’m in your mouth. Your fingers,” he growled.
    Her voice was coy when she asked, “What about them?”
    He muttered an oath. “Put them inside,” he ground out at last.
    “They’re already there.”
    “I want you.”
    “How? Tell me how you want me.”
    “I want you in every way. Fast and hard. Slow and sweet. I wanna lick you and suck you...”
    He jostled the phone, and she envisioned him stroking his cock, fisting himself with his long, strong fingers. She pushed her fingers into her pussy, fucking herself deeper. “Yes, yes.”
    “And fuck you until you scream my name.”
    “Yes!” she cried out.
    “Are you coming, Sara? Come, I want you to come.”
    She whimpered when her body surged, straining for completion.
    “I want to bury my face in you and lick you until you come, push my tongue into you and make you come again. Again and again… I want my dick buried deep inside you.”
    Sara pierced his monologue with a ragged cry.
    “Jesus, you feel so good wrapped around me. Nothing should ever feel that good...”
    He trailed off, grunting and gasping in her ear. Her name whispered from his lips. He groaned long and loud as he came. Sara met him there, lost in the draw of her pussy around her fingers. Her chest heaved as if she’d just run a marathon; her tight nipples chafed against her shirt. Her keening moan punctuated his short, sharp