Too hot to handle by Liz Gavin Read Free Book Online

big name in Hollywood has brought me fame and everything that comes with it,
except sexual satisfaction. I’ve been coming to Club Desire for years to get
that. My favorite Dom, Sam, has delivered more than I’d asked for tonight.
Bringing Jenny into the picture had been a genius idea. I’d never thought I’d
enjoy having sex with a woman. He knows me better than myself.
    They’ve
prepared something special for me later tonight. I don’t know what but Sam
insisted I’ll need all my energy. I force myself to relax and in no time at
all, I’m in a beautiful, sunny dream landscape.
    “You’ve
come!”
    I shout and
run towards Sam, throwing my arms around his neck, giggling. He swirls me
around, laughing, and holds me tight against his body. Then, he slowly sets my
feet back on the ground pressing each of my generous curves against his hard
body on my way down. He pulls back just enough to look at me, enjoying what he
sees, while his hands keep a firm grip on my waist. I’m dressed like the
Southern ladies of the nineteenth century. Don’t ask me why but I always dress
like that when I dream of Sam.
    “You look
lovely, my dear. As always, I might add.”
    “It’s awful
kind of you to say that, Sir. Thank you.”
    I make a
quick curtsy. But there’s a definitely sassy glint in my green eyes. I grab
both his hands and pull him as I walk towards a small gazebo, framed by vines
with colorful wild flowers scattered all over it, that’s standing a few feet
away. He follows me to the relative shelter of the construction, unable to deny
my wishes. Nor his.
    I lean
against the railing pulling him close, wrapping my arms around his waist and
lifting my smiling face towards his. When our mouths are mere inches apart, I
stop and wait for his next move.
    Sam stares
into my green gaze, his blue eyes are half covered by his lids as he tries to
keep himself in check. I arch my body further into his, connecting each
dangerous curve to his angular self before running the tip of my pink tongue
over my lower lip. I’ve got a knowing, smug glint in my eyes when I whisper,
ever so softly, against his mouth.
    “Haven’t you
missed me, Sir?”
    That’s too
much for his sanity but he manages to keep a straight face and remain silent,
staring at my mouth, hypnotized. To his shame, though, the rest of his body
decides to rebel against his good intentions and his cock stiffens inside his
pants. He feels powerless when his eyes follow my lips as they curve up in a wicked
smile. There’s no way I could have missed the nudging of his steel-hard shaft
against my soft pussy. He actually moans before pulling my head towards him and
crashing my lips.
    “I’m
doomed!”
    I purr and
clutch at his broad shoulders. I need to stand on my toes to reach his height
which is a considerable feat since I’m a tall woman. His tongue plunges inside
my mouth and I twirl my own around it. He tastes, teases, and consumes me. I
feel lightheaded and pull us both back further against the railing for support.
He grinds his crotch against my softness and I arch my head back. He leaves my
mouth to kiss his way down the white column of my throat, biting hard and
softly, sucking and licking it. I tear at his shirt to free his chest from the
inconvenient barrier.
    “I need to
feel you against my skin.”
    That’s the
beauty of dreaming. I get to call the shots here. Not a sub anymore. I cover
his nipples first with my hands, then with my mouth. I suck the hard nubs,
pulling one at a time inside my mouth, as my hands scratch his back. I dig my
nails in the strong muscles of his butt pressing him against my wet crotch. I
bite and stretch the tips of his nipples until he yanks me away and kisses me
hard to avoid spilling his seed inside his own pants.
    He reaches
down, lifts my leg up and holds it by my thigh as he stabs me with his hard
erection through the layers of our clothes. I gasp but he gives me no time to
recover, working his arousal against the dampness