Silk Stalkings by Kelli Scott Read Free Book Online

murmured between kisses. “So smooth.”
    She gasped and laughed when he swiftly yanked her lacy
lingerie down to her ankles. As she stepped out of the panties, which was no
small feat on three-and-a-half-inch heels, he bowed or bent like some sort of
modern-day Prince Charming and scooped up her underwear, stuffing them into his
pocket. Pulling her against his steely chest, Diego resumed kissing her and
tenderly stroking her skin, followed by grasping and groping, hands full of
flesh, kneading and squeezing.
    Yancey worked at the fly of his jeans while he dug into his
wallet for the condom.
    “How many condoms will that thing hold?” she asked, yanking
his jeans a few inches down his hips, exposing his glorious cock.
    He scoffed. “One at a time, sweetheart.”
    So she guessed that men replenished their wallet condoms as
women replenished their purse supply of panty liners.
    His mouth butted up against hers again, nipping at her lower
lip. Diego picked her up. She looped her arms around his neck and wrapped her
legs around his waist, clamping tight. The firmness of his erection pressed
against her clit, sending a pulse of pleasure zipping around her pussy like a
bullet ricocheting in a steel vault. He propped her back against the door and
shifted her. Diego grimaced as he struggled with the condom. Holding her
against the solid door with his body, he thrust with his cock, hitting the mark
on the first try.
    Yancey gasped. Diego choked back any sound by lightly biting
her shoulder through her silk blouse. His cock slid slowly in and out of her
passage. Each thrust was precious. Mostly because he might drop her—or worse,
they might be discovered by one of her coworkers. Her heart raced at the mere
thought. She’d have a naughty reputation to go along with her sexy apparel.
    He ground his body against her clit. She bit her lip to keep
quiet but a moan escaped. Needing some control of the situation, she slowly
unwrapped one leg from his hip, planting her foot firmly on the floor. Her
muscles ached from the previous night. Chances were good that the same muscles
and a few new ones would ache tomorrow. Diego scooped her other leg up and
away, planting his hand flat against the door, her leg draped over his arm,
spreading her open. All the while he continued to drive into her pussy.
    “Ah,” she squeaked in a high-pitched exclamation. She knew
silence was in order but couldn’t stifle the little noises that escaped her
lips.
    Diego covered her mouth with his, so she squealed into the
security of his mouth. The pressure built in her abdomen as he drove deeper.
Warmth spread and pooled. She had nothing but fiery fervor for this guy and no
idea why. He was hot for sure. A little mysterious. Possibly dangerous. Diego
Ramos held the key to so many naughty possibilities.
    “Yancey, cariña ,” he cooed into her ear. “I need you
to come. Can you do that for me?”
    You just try to stop me. He made her stomach dip
big-time just by calling her cariña .
    She nodded, her breath blowing out in heavy puffs. The sound
of her heart pounded in her ears. She dug her fingers into his shoulder muscles
in an attempt to hold on to any thread of control. A storm of pleasure and
emotion mixed inside her belly. She knew as sure as she knew her own name that
he’d leave a trail of doubt and confusion for her to clean up.
    “I’m coming.” She whispered her warning to him just in case
she collapsed or splashed.
    “Quietly.” He whispered his reply in her ear. His lips
tugged on her lobe.
    Yancey whimpered and moaned through the rumbling of her
climax, her body losing all motor function. Diego Ramos was a magician, waving
his magic wand—abracadabra, an orgasm thrums through her on his command. She
was sure he was the only thing keeping her upright and she didn’t care. He
eased up on the speed and force of his thrusts as the walls of her pussy pulsed
around his cock. But he didn’t stop pumping her entirely, riding out her