Stroke of Midnight by Bonnie Edwards Read Free Book Online Page A

crazy waiters. There’s an old woman, the owner’s mother I think, who sits in the corner and curses at people who don’t eat their entire meal. She takes offense because they only use family recipes and they trace their family back to before the Revolution. If it was good enough for Robespierre, she says, it’s good enough for the likes of you.”
    “Thanks for the warning, I’ll be sure to clean my plate.”
    “And finish the wine,” he said with a long slow finger slide from her elbow to her shoulder.
    “Yes,” she said, with a shiver that followed the track of his finger. “I’ll finish the wine.”
    “It’s red. Full-bodied.” His fingers fanned out across her back and he let his palm flatten between her shoulder blades.
    It burned there, hot and pressing down. He firmly passed his hand down to her left ass cheek. His fingers curved around her flesh and shook. He tapped her once, twice with the flat of his hand. “I could bite you there.”
    “Go ahead,” she said, raising her ass.
    He shook the flesh again, and his eyes took on a gleam she responded to.
    She raised herself to her knees. He knelt behind her and grabbed both cheeks. Massaging and rubbing he opened the crease. Took his time looking at her.
    “You like to look at everything, slowly and deliberately, as if you’re measuring.”
    “I like to see what I’m getting into, yes.”
    Her slit widened. Cool air surprised her as he blew across her moistness.
    His tongue swirled across her ass cheek, the nip of his teeth sharp. He slid his tongue between her lips and brought heat and desire to life. She pressed a palm to her belly and arched her back higher so he had more room for whatever he wanted to do.
    “Bold, like I said.” His tongue darted inside her pussy, rimming the inner lips. With a gentle sucking he tugged at her with his mouth, and entered her with the tip of one finger.
    Her hand slid down her belly to touch her clitoris, full and achy. “No, that’s mine,” he said and pulled his finger out of her to smear across her clit. Blood rushed to fill the pointed nub.
    When he sucked the nubbin she nearly lifted off the bed.
    “That’s it, Jaye, open for me. Let me see the dark pink of you, the heavy dark lips you have in there. You’re wet again. I can see your juice filling your pretty, tight pussy.” He lapped at her and she saw stars.
    The world they’d created inside this compact luxurious cabin shrank to one contact point between them. His tongue, alternately pressing on her clit and probing her open cunt drove her higher and higher, built her tension taut.
    She quivered under his mouth and she heard him chuckle. “That’s it, shake for me. Make me see how much you want to come.”
    His words continued to rain on her, telling her what to do, how to like it, how to move. “Arch your ass toward me. Let me bury my face inside you. Spread wide now.”
    She did everything he wanted, gave him every possible view he could have of her. And she loved it. His fingers probed, one, then two, then with a burning stretch she felt the third.
    The push/pull of his fingers had her moaning. She reached for the headboard for support as he removed one finger and set it to work on her clitoris again. “I’m going to come,” she said between moans.
    “Yes, yes, come.” The bed dipped and rolled under her knees as he mounted her from behind.
    His heavy headed cock pressed against her lips and slid in higher and stronger than before. He shook her ass cheeks and grabbed on, slamming into her, pumping her hips back against him.
    “I can see my dick sliding in and out, Jaye. You’re so tight, and wet and your pussy’s clenched around me.”
    “Shut up and move,” she said on a hoarse cry. “Move!”
    He did. Sliding and pumping, he carried her over the edge of sanity and into a raging come. He followed as soon as her cries of completion died away.

Chapter Five
    Alex allowed Jaye time to shower, sorry there wasn’t room for two at a