The Devil Made Me Do It by Amelia James Read Free Book Online Page A

against her, and his nibbling teeth sent icy shivers racing through her heated limbs. Bracing her legs on his shoulders, she slipped the spaghetti straps down her arms, pushing her dress below her breasts. A sudden breeze tickled her plump nipples, and she took both her breasts in her hand, rubbing them together, rolling her fingertips over the tight peaks. Scott’s groan vibrated her clit and she squealed. “Do that again!”
    So he did. Humming against her clit, he slid two fingers into her pussy and slowly stroked the tight wet chamber. Desperately wishing for more hands, Natalie pinched one nipple, then the other. Her thighs clenched and relaxed—and clenched again.
    Harder and faster and tighter—Natalie’s body responded to his ministrations with increasing force. The chills disappeared under the waves of heat engulfing her. Her entire body went rigid, lifting off the swing as wave after wave carried her into oblivion. She didn’t even feel the soft kisses Scott pressed against her throbbing bud until it exploded under his mouth, taking her away on another crest of all-consuming fire.
    Holding her close, Scott unzipped his pants, and pulled her—swing and all—onto his fully erect cock. Natalie slid forward so her back was resting on the seat and lifted her legs, locking her ankles behind his neck. This was so much more than she expected, and she loved every minute of it.
    He put one hand on her hip and the other on the swing, pushing her away then pulling her back in. Oh…my…god, Scott groaned. The movement was so smooth and so perfect. He grinned down at his enraptured wife. “Kinda gives a new meaning to the word ‘swinging,’ doesn’t it?”
    “ Oooohhh,” was all she could say.
    He didn’t have to move at all. The swing did all the work, allowing him to focus on the pure bliss coursing through his veins. Long, slow, deep strokes over and over and over again drove Scott completely mindless with pleasure. He couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. Smiling, he remembered his wedding vows, knowing what it meant to be one flesh with his wife.
    But something foreign distracted him. A car horn, or maybe laughter, he wasn’t sure what. He opened his eyes and saw four people walking through the park just a few yards away. But, he realized, he didn’t care. Scott looked down at his wife’s flushed face and dewy skin and lost all interest in everything else.
    Natalie leaned back and let the blood rush to her head, floating on a dizzying spiral of passion. A hot breeze caressed her naked bottom, licking between her damp thighs. She tightened her muscles and the swing magnified that slight movement, drawing Scott’s cock deeper into her. She gasped and tightened again, marveling that the least effort produced such a wonderful result.
    Scott growled and pulled her hard against his groin, feeling quite proud when she squealed and grabbed the swing for support. He picked up the pace, thrusting hard and fast, grinding into her. The spiral coiled tight, quivering with pent-up tension, aching for release.
    But just when Natalie’s ache was about to be soothed, Scott stopped, holding her fully impaled and motionless. Then, slowly, he drew out of her, agonizing as her flesh surrendered. He sank back in just as slowly, and her body welcomed the deliberate invasion. Pulling all the way out, he rubbed his wet erection over her clit before slipping deep inside her hot center.
    Natalie squirmed in the swing. His patience was driving her mad. She wanted him hard and deep—no—she wanted him soft and slow. He gave her everything she wanted and a few things she didn’t know she needed. The spiral coiled again, tighter than before. Release would be furious, and she didn’t know how to prepare for it. “Help me,” she moaned.
    But Scott was beyond help. He couldn’t help her or himself even if he wanted to. He buried his erection to the hilt and stayed there, rocking against the spot that would soothe their