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• From Best Erotic Romance

  You have to put me out of my misery and make love to me.” Samuel did not seem able to reply verbally, but his physical response was perfect. He grabbed her around the buttocks with both hands and gave her his length, inch by inch, before easing back then pushing in to the hilt. Cassie expressed her gratitude audibly, her head going back as he stretched her open, filling her. He kissed her throat while he found his rhythm, his hands clutching at her bottom over and over as he drove himself into her. In between damp kisses on her neck, he whispered her name and groaned. “Oh, that’s so good!” she cried. “I’ve wanted you so badly.” When he lifted his head to look at her she plucked a lychee from the nearby fruit bowl and put it into his mouth, then kissed him, scooping the fruit from his tongue to hers. The action sent him into overdrive, his hips thrusting against hers over and over. When she bit into the succulent fruit and amaretto seeped onto her tongue she lifted her knees higher, angling his cock inside her. Her chair creaked and the front feet lifted, and she was grateful it was wedged against the cooker. “Oh yes,” she cried, when his cock thrust up against the front wall of her sex and hit against her center. “Promise me next time we do this we’ll eat the whole meal this way.” Samuel stopped moving, and he cupped her jaw tightly in one hand as he looked deep into her eyes, forbidding her to look away. “Only if you promise me there will be many next times.” Her emotions soared, her body strung out on the ecstasy of the moment, his words and actions making a deep impression on her, just as he obviously intended. Unbidden tears welled in her eyes. For a while there she’d thought she would never feel like this, never want anyone this much ever again. Then Samuel had melted that away. She nodded, and clutched at him tighter still. “I promise.” He moved his hand and splayed it over her mons, thumb rocking against her clit, and then thrust again. Hard. “I want to feed you everything.” “Oh god, yes!” That thumb stroking over her inflamed clit made her pant aloud. Rocking her hips from side to side she gripped his shoulders with both hands. She reached her plateau and an intense wave of pleasure swamped her groin. Hot juices ran from the place where they were joined, soaking her buttocks and the chair beneath her. Samuel soon joined her, his hips rolling in to hers over and over as he hit home and shot his load. Before he withdrew, he reached for another lychee, popping it between her lips.

• From Best Erotic Romance

  The nerve to take it. What did that mean? She glanced at the clock at the corner of her monitor screen. The nerve to take it. Nerve that didn’t guarantee she’d get what she wanted, just that she’d had the courage to reach for it. Yes, she’d need nerve if she was going to rip Les Grinion’s job from under his tasseled shoes. The Atlanta office was a cutthroat place to work. She’d need smarts, timing, and nerve. It was one thing to plan, it was another to execute, and fear of failure was not an acceptable excuse. That was Les’s unwitting gift to her—that kernel of realization, and she had every intention of making it his final condescension. Just like the job, Tom Wolburn was something—someone—she wanted, and this would be the last time she could count on seeing him. She had to do this. She had to reach out, to bridge the distance between their clasped hands, to turn confidence and comfort into sex. She had to, even knowing he’d almost certainly reject her. That was Les’s message. Executives took risks—sure, they weighed profit against loss and sometimes they guessed wrong, but those who succeeded took risks! She had to put herself out there. Joanna knew if she left Miami without even trying to hook up with Tom, she’d not only regret it all her life, the regional manager’s desk in Atlanta would be the terminal point in her career. The warm tap of shoes on the marble foyer drew her out of her thoughts. Tom! There he was, the back of his suit jacket creased from hours of sitting, and he looked as if he’d shrunk a couple inches. The bolt of concern singed more than her heart. Recurrent guests passed through lives beyond her knowing, and she had seen more than one decline between visits, eroded by health or misfortune. No, he couldn’t be one of those. She waited patiently as he checked in, and before he turned away from front desk, she’d stepped into his path, her skirt standard uniform, her blouse sheer to show off the embroidered bustier under the black silk. “Now there’s a sight for sore eyes.” He looked as though he meant his words as he took Joanna’s arm, gripping it in friendly possession as he kissed first her check and then her lips, a warm but chaste kiss. “And here I am—just for you,” Joanna returned the kiss. “I’ve learned over my years in Guest Services that the best way to find out what a customer wants is to ask directly.” She pressed tight against Thomas, unconcerned about the desk clerk who mechanically finished processing Tom’s reservation. “What do you want, sir?” she whispered against his ear.

• From The History of Christianity II: From the Reformation to the Modern Megachurch (2017)

  83Lecture 9—Religious Dissent and the English Civil War õParliament did its best to stamp out the afterglow of the martyr king. It declared the kingdoms of England, Ireland, and Scotland to be a commonwealth, a republic, and later a protectorate governed by Oliver Cromwell. õCromwell had been a member of Parliament and one of the main commanders of the Roundhead forces. He was also a devout Christian who thought of himself as the Puritan Moses, with God on his side in every battle. After his own army put him in control of the Commonwealth, Cromwell and his allies essentially ran a military dictatorship. They passed a host of laws against Catholics and confiscated Catholic lands. õYet Cromwell valued freedom of conscience in a way that was ahead of his time—unless, of course, religious liberty threatened political stability. This is how he could justify persecuting Catholics: Catholics were loyal to the pope, a foreign potentate, and therefore could never be loyal to the English government. õBut as a Puritan, Cromwell believed that a person had to accept Christianity freely, without coercion, in order for a conversion to be genuine. Once the king was gone, Parliament abolished the law that required attendance at local Anglican churches, although it passed laws that made it a capital crime to hold “blasphemous and execrable” opinions. 84The History of Christianity II LEVELLERS AND DIGGERS õEven after the execution of Charles, power was still concentrated in the hands of a tiny fraction of all the people in the country. And now that they were rid of the king, they were not eager to turn that power over to the common man. õA man named John Lilburne had been protesting this state of affairs since the 1630s. After the civil war, he found others who liked what he had to say, particularly his idea of freeborn rights: the equal rights that, he declared, God gives every human being. õLilburne’s enemies nicknamed this group the Levellers, and the name stuck, partly because it was pretty accurate; the Levellers wanted to level the social hierarchy, and declared that no one had any right to rule over anyone else. They were also radical defenders of freedom of religion. Levellers didn’t form a church or agree on a confession of faith, but in general they took a very individualistic, rationalist approach to Christianity. õParliament was not too sympathetic. Leaders like Lilburne ended up in prison, and the movement petered out by the late 1650s. Yet the Levellers were pretty mild compared to another group of dissenters running around in these years: the Diggers. õThe Diggers said that true political equality couldn’t coexist with economic inequality, and that meant abolishing private property. As for the origin of their name: In 1649, a bunch of them camped out on a barren patch of land called St. George’s Hill in Surrey and started digging. The land had been abandoned by locals as infertile, but their

• From Best Erotic Romance

  “Yup. I’m not doing as much field work these days. I’ll tell you what I can, when I can. It’s a lot more than we could, back then.” Eric was looking out the window, still breathing hard, his gaze calculating. He pulled a straight-backed chair out from the desk and set it in front of the window. I have no idea where the condom came from, but there was one on the seat of the chair. He turned on a low light in front of the window and held out his hand to me. “I want to see you this first time. Really see you. Are you okay with that?” I nodded, reaching for the zipper at the side of my dress. “Leave it.” I quirked my eyebrow at him, but I left my dress zipped and walked over to take his hands. The glow from the light turned the glass doors to the balcony into quasi-mirrors, reflecting the room while still letting in the twinkling lights from the marina in the darkness below. Eric slid his fingers up my arms, then he was holding my head to his, his kisses hungry now, still soft but with an underlying desperation that had me quickly running my tongue over the insides of his lips. When I sucked his tongue, he groaned, his hard-on so stiff against me I felt my juices trickling down my thigh. “Undo my pants,” he growled, one hand sliding down to cup my breast. As I tugged his zipper down, the side of my dress parted. His hand was against my bare skin, stroking a trail of fire. His belt clunked to the floor, and his bare hip was against my hand. No underwear. I hadn’t expected any. “I can’t wait,” he growled against my lips. “Now,” I panted. “Hurry.” I reached for the condom and met his hand. “I’ll do it. If you touch me, I’ll come.” He stepped out of his pants and sheathed himself, breaking the kiss again to move in back of me. He sat and pulled me to straddle him, my back to his chest, my thighs spread wide over his, the open slit in my panties exposed. My skirt fell between us as he lowered me onto his lap. “We have a problem,” I laughed breathlessly. “No problem,” he panted. The silk of my skirt rasped against my pussy lips as he ground me against the hot flesh of his erection. His groan was long and loud. I closed my eyes, relishing the feel of him lowering the top of my dress, of him lifting my breasts out of their confinement to rest on top of the blasted Wonderbra, the cool air helping his talented fingers tease my nipples to rock-hard peaks. “Look at the window.”

• From Best Erotic Romance

  “Because I want you to know how much I want you. Thought I’d take some of the edge off before I came out here. I didn’t want to leave you unsatisfied, darlin’.” I swallowed hard, eyeing the taut edge of his jaw, the glint of arousal in his eyes. Maybe it was just what I wanted to see, but I didn’t back away when he reached for me. He leaned toward me. His hands slid around my back, one gliding up to fist in my hair. He held my head still as he devoured my mouth, lips rubbing over mine, his tongue stroking in to mate with mine. He tasted like minty toothpaste. The hands pulling me from my seat were strong, his grip firm. I didn’t hesitate to follow his lead as he helped me rise and straddle his lap. My skirt rode up past my hips, and cool air hit my bare cheeks, but I didn’t care. With the steering wheel rubbing my back, I settled over him, gripping his shoulders, at last feeling the muscles I’d admired for so long flex beneath my wandering palms. I tested his hardness, scratched down the deep indent of his spine, raked his scalp with my nails. He broke the kiss and pushed me away. Then he tucked his fingers under the top edge of my red shirt and pulled down the stretchy fabric until the neckline cupped the underside of my breasts. “Interestin’ bra,” he drawled. I glanced down. My nipples and most of my fleshy breasts were exposed, sitting on a shelf of lace and underwire. “I hoped you’d like it,” I said, my voice creaking like a dry hinge. Thumbs and forefingers plucked my nipples, pinching and twisting gently, then tugging with more insistence. My heartbeats quickened, and blood surged to the aching tips, engorging them. I flattened my hands against the back of his head and pulled him toward one spiked tip. I groaned when his mouth latched onto it. He nibbled and licked, bit and rolled. I ground down against his lap, against the ridge thickening inside his jeans. I rubbed forward and back, the coarse denim building frictional heat between my legs. One of his hands dropped to my ass, and he moaned as his long fingers dug into the skin bared by my thong. “Get into the back.” Breathing hard, I stared down. His mouth was blurred and red. His cheeks sharp, expression feral. The hardness in his gaze could have cut diamonds, and again, I didn’t hesitate, no matter that my ass was in his face when I climbed between the seats to the sleeping berth. The bed was mussed, the sheets wadded at one end. I lay down on my side and scooted toward the back, waiting until he was clear of the seats and stretching out beside me.

• From Best Erotic Romance

  The nerve to take it. What did that mean? She glanced at the clock at the corner of her monitor screen. The nerve to take it. Nerve that didn’t guarantee she’d get what she wanted, just that she’d had the courage to reach for it. Yes, she’d need nerve if she was going to rip Les Grinion’s job from under his tasseled shoes. The Atlanta office was a cutthroat place to work. She’d need smarts, timing, and nerve. It was one thing to plan, it was another to execute, and fear of failure was not an acceptable excuse. That was Les’s unwitting gift to her—that kernel of realization, and she had every intention of making it his final condescension. Just like the job, Tom Wolburn was something—someone—she wanted, and this would be the last time she could count on seeing him. She had to do this. She had to reach out, to bridge the distance between their clasped hands, to turn confidence and comfort into sex. She had to, even knowing he’d almost certainly reject her. That was Les’s message. Executives took risks—sure, they weighed profit against loss and sometimes they guessed wrong, but those who succeeded took risks! She had to put herself out there. Joanna knew if she left Miami without even trying to hook up with Tom, she’d not only regret it all her life, the regional manager’s desk in Atlanta would be the terminal point in her career. The warm tap of shoes on the marble foyer drew her out of her thoughts. Tom! There he was, the back of his suit jacket creased from hours of sitting, and he looked as if he’d shrunk a couple inches. The bolt of concern singed more than her heart. Recurrent guests passed through lives beyond her knowing, and she had seen more than one decline between visits, eroded by health or misfortune. No, he couldn’t be one of those. She waited patiently as he checked in, and before he turned away from front desk, she’d stepped into his path, her skirt standard uniform, her blouse sheer to show off the embroidered bustier under the black silk. “Now there’s a sight for sore eyes.” He looked as though he meant his words as he took Joanna’s arm, gripping it in friendly possession as he kissed first her check and then her lips, a warm but chaste kiss. “And here I am—just for you,” Joanna returned the kiss. “I’ve learned over my years in Guest Services that the best way to find out what a customer wants is to ask directly.” She pressed tight against Thomas, unconcerned about the desk clerk who mechanically finished processing Tom’s reservation. “What do you want, sir?” she whispered against his ear.

• From Best Erotic Romance

  Dave looked out the front of the cab at the growing strip of light. “That’s none of your business.” “You have.” “Appetites go strong when a man ain’t fed. Sometimes it’s hard not to gorge. Don’t make it right, and the bellyache after tells you so.” Sarah reached her hand back in the cab and turned his face toward her. “I want to gorge, bellyache be damned.” She reached for the tie again. He didn’t stop her. She unbuttoned her dress. It fell open. Dave cleared his throat. Sarah reached into the cab and tried to turn his face to her. He held fast. “You know, we’re in Winnemucca. This is where we...go our separate ways.” “I know.” She shook her shoulders. The dress fell away to fully expose her bright white bra and panties. “Ever made love in a sunrise?” Dave shook his head. “Can’t says I have.” “Then you ain’t lived, Dave.” She pulled his chin again. Now he looked. His eyes roved up and down her hungrily. “Oh lord.” “Join me.” She unclasped her bra, shrugged her shoulders, and her full breasts relaxed. She traced finger and thumb along the top of her panties. “Oh lord, Sarah.” She could see the bulge in his jeans plainly though his groin was angled away. She pulled down the panties. The sun emerged fully. Dave didn’t look at it. He stayed on Sarah, then jumped into the sleeper. He fumbled with his clothes like a teenager, his first chance at sex. Their limbs formed shadows on the back wall of the sleeper. “I’m hungry.” Dave crouched down in a small parcel at one end of the sleeper, his face turned up, eyes locked in hers. He pressed his face to her clit. “Oh!” Sarah had a few men do this and it made her feel awkward. It was so intense a sensation, and so personal a place. She let out a gasp as Dave flicked her clit with his tongue. She grabbed the plain white sheets in her fists. Her voice overpowered the rise and fall of diesel engines nearby. Dave’s glossy chin ascended from between her legs, a huge grin across it. “You’re delicious, Sarah.” “I’m hungry too.” She motioned for him to lie next to her, facing the other direction. She pulled his cock to her mouth. The tip was beautiful and silky soft. The thick veins curled like vines atop the rigid shaft, and she could not get enough of studying him, taking him as deep as she could into her mouth then tonguing every inch of him. Each time she focused on its base and flicked his tight balls, she felt him jerk. He rolled her body onto his chest and split her knees as wide as they would go. His tongue was powerful, insistent, unrelenting. She was overcome by a huge, full-body orgasm, her mouth was slack on his flagpole cock. Her limbs tingled and her waist shuddered in time.

• From Best Erotic Romance

  I wrapped my lips around him, taking the soft, velvety head between my wet lips. His gasp shot straight to my pussy, sending heat through me. I sucked him gently, until his eyes finally closed, his head digging back into the pillow. Slowly I licked my way down the under side of his cock, flicking and gently sucking the tender sensitive ridge. Licking my way back up, I wrapped my mouth around him again and let his cock sink deep, deeper into my throat. “Oh God, Daisy. Please, let me fuck you.” I let the vibration of my stifled giggle buzz against him, and he let out a sharp moan. I took him deeper still into my throat, and his fingers stroked my neck, wrapped through my hair. My insistent, persistent sucking was driving him mad. The beautiful cut of his hips rested beneath my hands, the trembling I felt now passed on to him. He didn’t let me go on much longer. Moving me gently up, he kissed me so hard, I thought I would never catch my breath. Every time I thought he was finished with my mouth, he kissed me again. Tongues plunging, tracing, finding new places to go. I was above him, his cock resting mere inches from my dripping wet pussy. “I love you, Daisy.” “I love you too, Blake.” His name was barely out of my mouth when I felt the thick tip of his cock settle between my waiting cunt lips. He eased me down onto him, slowly inching me closer and closer to his body. When he slipped to the hilt, I rested on his lap, unable to move. I thought my body was going to come apart. His hands wrapped around my hips, gently rocking me front and back. Finally, my mind returned and I slid up and down his cock, feeling the sweet, deep pull of him with every stroke. I couldn’t look away from his eyes. His hands freed my hips and roamed my body, touching off electric shocks with each pass. I was so deliciously full; his cock stretching me open, hitting deeper with each thrust. He pulled me forward to devour my mouth with his sweet kisses, taking my mouth. My clit was rubbing against his body, and I swirled my hips around in a circle as he plunged into me.

• From Best Erotic Romance

  He guided her head toward his shaft, and she took him deep and sucked hard. His hand fisted in her hair, and he rolled his hips in tandem to her sucking. “That’s good, honey.” He murmured, his voice turning her on even more. From the corner of her eye, she saw him wrap the end of the belt around his hand. He jerked the leather, sending a jolt of sensation running back along her pussy to her bound wrists. He pulled on the belt again making her moan and writhe against the friction. She wasn’t sure whether the sensation was painful or pleasurable, but she didn’t care anymore. There was no shame in this. It was all about giving each other what they both so desperately needed. His hand tightened in her hair. “We’re running out of time. Let go of my cock and get on your hands and knees.” Reluctantly Jodi released him, and he helped her turn onto her hands and knees, her wrists still bound with his belt, her ass arched toward him. She shivered as the belt fell away from her sex and at least four of his fingers slid into her pussy. “Please.” She whispered. “Fuck my ass, please.” His laugh was low and desperate. “Do you have lube in that purse? Otherwise it’ll just be my cock and it’ll be rough.” “I’d take you that way,” Jodi said. “You know that, but I do have lube.” He reached for her purse, opened it, and let the contents fall haphazardly onto the bed. “Got it.” Jodi waited in trembling anticipation as he prepared himself and then slid a well-lubed finger into her ass and moved it back and forth. He bent over her, his mouth close to her ear. “I’m a bastard. I like fucking you when you’re not completely turned on. I like having to gain every inch and how you can’t stop getting all wet around me anyway.” He added another finger and then another, widening her for his cock, and she simply closed her eyes and enjoyed every moment. Sure, she’d be sore tomorrow, but at least she’d have lived a little and escaped her normal boring life. He pulled his fingers out, and she felt the broad head of his cock probe her tight bud. He eased himself inside her, whispering encouragement, sharing every filthy, loving thought he had about how she felt and how hard he was going to fuck her when he was finally inside her. And he did fuck her—until she was screaming his name and he pinched her clit so hard that she couldn’t breathe and couldn’t see for the pleasure. After a short while, and a visit to the bathroom, she managed to undress him completely and ride his cock again until he was the one begging and pleading with her never to stop.

• From Best Erotic Romance

  He meant to resist, but she had his shirt up and was running her cool hands along his belly, tucking them into his waistband. “Come down with me,” she said. She tugged him down as she went, both of them falling to the ground, the clover a cushion of sweet flower and the quiet buzzing of sun-warmed honeybees. He remembered his wire cutters at the last second, tossed them sideways out of the way. Maddy cupped the back of his head, brought him down for a giggled, honey-dipped kiss of lips and tongue. Laughing, they rolled, crushing the clover, bringing him again on top, part of her face covered with the sprigs of green and pink. Looking down at her was pleasure and a kind of pain that squeezed his chest and his cock at once. So beautiful and so his, but in that, the worry of losing her too. “Fuck me, Dustan.” Maddy’s eyes up to him, through him. “Please.” And then that thing that always happened, when the giggling stopped and their mouths opened and met, their bodies, still clothed, lined up against each other. As though a switch had been flipped, that electric heat that ran through them both, conducted by desire and pleasure. Dustan felt it everywhere—the tip of his cock, the edges of his lips as they touched hers, his fingertips. Sometimes he thought his very hair stood on end with the want. “Gladly,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all morning.” And, here in that moment, he could talk, fully. He could say all the things in his head without tripping on his tongue, without the words halting him. His face burned when he said things like that, but it burned with a good thing, a safe and yet still dangerous thing. “But I think I’ll make you wait....” Her moan was everything to him, that small sound bitten back behind her lips. He pushed her dress up around her hips, watched the pale skin appear above the carpet of green. She had nothing on underneath, her golden-brown hair trimmed and curled. He dipped a finger, heard the soft groan as she arched her hips toward him, felt his cock harden fully at the feel of her, wet and wanting. He tucked another finger, marveled as always at the tight, warm pull of her around him. His thumb found the small peak of her clit, circled it lightly until she released another sigh. He could smell her—the sweet arousal from between her legs, the clover crushed beneath her each time she raised and lowered her hips into his hand. “Please,” she said. Her voice was graveled and breath-broken. The one time she had no words, a moment he loved for, lived for. “You’re making me...mmm...wait...on purpose.”

• From Best Erotic Romance

  His sky-blue eyes were narrowed and focused on her; his smile was slow in coming and full of dark promise. “There’s a seat free here.” “Thanks.” Jodi hopped up onto the stool, hiking her skirt up to accommodate the stiffness of the denim. His gaze settled on her exposed thighs, and she suddenly found it difficult to breathe. Were they supposed to be strangers, then? Was this how he wanted to play it tonight? She gathered her courage. “Would you like a drink?” He considered her for a long moment. “You’re buying?” She shrugged and the thin strap of her top fell down her arm. “It’s the twenty-first century. We’re supposed to be equal now.” “Then I’ll have a beer.” He caught the eye of the harried bartender straight away and the woman came right over. Jodi held up two fingers. “Two beers please.” “Sure.” She went to open her purse, and he put his hand over hers. The strength and warmth of it shocked her into stillness. “Don’t worry about it yet. I’ve already set up a tab. We can settle up later.” “Actually, I was going to check my cell.” His grip tightened. “Don’t you remember our deal? No cell phones and no texting. This is our time.” “Okay,” Jodi whispered and waited for him to move away, but instead he picked up her hand and turned it over. “Nice nails.” “I usually keep them short.” Jodi admitted. “But this seemed like a special occasion.” He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “I like a woman scratching my back and digging her claws in my ass.” “Yeah?” She said weakly. His tongue flicked out, and he licked her index finger and then he sucked it gently into his mouth. Jodi wanted to whimper as her nipples tightened until she knew he’d be able to see them through the silk of her top. The arrival of the frosted beer bottles made her jump, and he released her hands. She took a hasty swallow and then watched him drink the whole bottle, the regular motion of his tanned throat just adding to her anticipation. He put the empty down and slowly wiped a hand over his mouth. He gestured at her unfinished beer. “Do you want a glass for that?” “No, I’m fine with the bottle.” A smile kicked up the corner of his beautiful mouth. “Always a nice sight for a man, seeing a woman’s lips locked around the neck of a bottle.”

• From Best Erotic Romance

  “You think same time, same place, two weeks from now is a commitment?” She hated the tinge of bitterness in her voice. He’d never made her promises, never alluded to more than what they had during their Vegas liaisons. It wasn’t fair that she was angry at him for not giving her more, but she couldn’t help how she felt. “That’s not enough for me.” Straightening, he yanked his T-shirt over his head. Her eyes swept hungrily over his torso, admiring the tight lacing of abdominal muscles that flexed as he moved. He was so virile. Truly breathtaking. Tattoos covered both of his arms from shoulder to elbow in gorgeous half-sleeves. His chest was broad, golden, and bare...except for her name, which crossed the pectoral over his heart. “It was never going to be enough.” Robin sucked in a tremulous breath, stunned by the sight of ink that hadn’t been there previously. Her gaze rested on the new tattoo, her vision blurring with tears. “Paul…” “I do love fucking you.” He pulled a fresh condom out of the nightstand drawer and rolled it on. “When I’m not inside you, I’m thinking about it.” Setting his hands on her inner thighs, he pushed into her. She whimpered, her tender pussy tightened by her recent orgasms. “God, you feel good,” he breathed. “I’ve needed you so much.” His size, so long and thick, was perfect. As if he’d been made for her. Pushing onto her elbows, Robin watched his glistening cock pull free. The heavily veined length was as brutal looking as the rest of him. The sight of it turned her on further. It made her feel powerfully feminine, like a freakin’ sex goddess, to incite the raging lust of a man who was so potently masculine and primal in his sexuality. Robin’s tongue traced the curve of her lower lip. “Please,” she whispered, feeling empty without him. She’d been feeling empty since she walked out on him, physically and emotionally. He sank back into her with a low hiss of pleasure. “You’re so sexy, baby. So damn perfect and beautiful. I have no fucking idea what you’re doing with a guy like me, but I’m grateful. Every damn day.” God help her. She loved him so much. He tugged the tie at her waist and pushed the two halves of her dress open. He released the center clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts into his waiting palms. Her pussy tightened around him, echoing the gentle rolling of her nipples between his talented fingers. “I’m so sorry.” He was flushed and shiny with sweat, his beautiful hazel eyes as red as hers felt. “So damn fucking sorry that I ever let you think, for even a moment, that you were nothing but a convenient piece of ass to me. I loved you the moment I saw you. I should have told you—”

• From Best Erotic Romance

  He pushed her against the back of the elevator, pulling up her skirt, greedy fingers stroking her thighs, finding her panties, and sliding beyond the thin lace to her soaked pussy. He groaned, his kiss deepening further, and Joanna answered his arousal by gripping his ass, longing for the firm flesh to be free of his trousers. Boxers or briefs, what would it be? The chime rang almost mute beneath their panting and groping, but when the doors opened, Joanna moaned against Tom’s mouth, pushing him toward the gate, closer to fulfillment. His fingers circled her clit. The suction of the kiss broke as she pushed him, grinding her hips against his hand, gasping for air. He stepped back, their dance made of steps banned by Arthur Murray. His heel caught on the metal lip of the elevator as they stumbled back, balance completely lost until his thighs hit the back of the sofa in the elevator landing. Golden wallpaper with subtle fleur-de-lis appliqués rose to a ceiling dominated by a tasteful, frosted light fixture. Several other upholstered chairs, end tables, and two huge vases filled with fresh flowers furnished the little lobby. He spun, a final effort to save both of them a tumble over the couch back. When Joanna’s butt hit the top of the sofa she welcomed the full weight of him, the momentum of their fall pressing him harder into her. Her lips found his again, ravenous, drawing his flesh into her even as his fingertips stroked the folds of her pussy and slid easily into her. Electric bites of pleasure zapped her nerves, spreading heat and sensation through her. Her hips ground against his hand spastically, graceless, but honest and greedy. Tom continued to press her against the back of the sofa, pulling her skirt up, her panties down. He took his hand from her clit long enough to pull her blouse free of the waistband of her skirt, reaching under it, under her lace bra to her breasts, cupping them as if he weighed them, testing her hard nipples, circling the tips until she panted. He pulled back just enough to turn her away from him, so that his cock bumped her butt. He pinned her, holding her still, and when he took his hands from her, she felt like a boiling pot with the fire suddenly turned off. The crinkle and tear of plastic registered moments before his hands again found her skin, one stroking the curve of her ass, the other stroking up the crack of her pussy, teasing her, spreading her. The stroke of his cock head along her pussy lips nearly shoved her over the edge. Coated in her juices, he pressed into her from behind, his cock thick, hard and gloriously filling. His exhalation bordered on a moan, and with his balls slapping her butt, he paused, buried deep.

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  I want to fill you up.” He kissed her mouth. “Next time, bring your vibrator with you, okay?” “Sure.” If there was a next time …Jodi attacked the snaps on his shirt to reveal every inch of his muscled chest. He didn’t need to go to the gym to work out. Life on a ranch was hard enough. She went to unbuckle his belt, and he caught her hand. “Give me the belt when you’ve taken it off me. I want to try something new.” Jodi stared up at him, her mouth suddenly dry. She handed him the belt, and before she could start on his jeans, he moved off her. “Kneel on the bed with your hands behind your back.” She did what he said, her body trembling with a combination of apprehension and excitement. He’d always been adventurous in bed, and she loved every single kinky thing he’d ever shown her. He wrapped the belt around her wrists and pulled the leather tight through the buckle. “Kneel up.” Jodi managed it somehow and he drew the rest of the belt down between her ass cheeks until it was pressed flat against her wet pussy. He came to stand in front of her, one hand working the zipper of his jeans, the other reaching for the end of the belt. “Suck my cock.” He guided her head toward his shaft, and she took him deep and sucked hard. His hand fisted in her hair, and he rolled his hips in tandem to her sucking. “That’s good, honey.” He murmured, his voice turning her on even more. From the corner of her eye, she saw him wrap the end of the belt around his hand. He jerked the leather, sending a jolt of sensation running back along her pussy to her bound wrists. He pulled on the belt again making her moan and writhe against the friction. She wasn’t sure whether the sensation was painful or pleasurable, but she didn’t care anymore. There was no shame in this. It was all about giving each other what they both so desperately needed. His hand tightened in her hair. “We’re running out of time. Let go of my cock and get on your hands and knees.” Reluctantly Jodi released him, and he helped her turn onto her hands and knees, her wrists still bound with his belt, her ass arched toward him. She shivered as the belt fell away from her sex and at least four of his fingers slid into her pussy. “Please.” She whispered. “Fuck my ass, please.”

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  My bottom quivered in the aftermath of the unexpected smack. I supposed that was a no. He bobbed down under the bed again, looking for more devilish implements. “It’s an unorthodox treatment,” he said, coming back up. “I’m writing up my findings for the medical journals. It’s proving very effective, but it can be a little difficult to administer if the patients are too mobile. So...” He applied a leather cuff to my left wrist, chaining me to the outer post of the headboard. “...I think restraints are in order...but it’s nothing to worry about....” He repeated the process with my right wrist. “It’s all perfectly safe. Trust me. I’m a doctor. Now, get up on your knees and spread them.” Promptly I obeyed, slipping about on the wet rubber sheet until I was positioned for optimum obscene display. “If you make a sound,” he cautioned, “the treatment will be ineffective and I will have to use something stronger on that sore bottom of yours. So complete silence for this, understand?” I nodded, full of joyful dread. “It’s called orgasm therapy,” he told me. A smooth bulb-shaped presence made itself felt at my cunt. “Come-vales-cence.” “Oh, that’s terrible,” I groaned, and then I squeaked as the bulbous head of the vibrator was shoved unceremoniously forward, breaking through yielding flesh and lodging inside. “I said silence! That’s five strokes of the strap for you, later.” I held my breath and concentrated on the easy passage of the silicone intruder up to its full length, where it rested for a while before beginning to buzz gently. Matthew’s fingers, now sheathed in surgical gloves, manipulated my clitoris, bringing it to its swollen point of no return, making me gasp silently and strain against my bonds. His exact and precise knowledge of my most intimate places frightened me sometimes. It was as if he had a book stored in his head called How to Touch Loveday, every word of which he had memorized. Heat rushed to the spot, and the slow vibrations inside me brought me to a first rapid climax. Mixed with the intensity was an edge of panic as I wondered if orgasmic silence was possible. Why hadn’t he gagged me? It would make things so much easier. Oh. That was why. I bit my lip, pulled at my bonds, let the tremors build up and radiate through me, concentrating on feeling myself at the center of them rather than expressing them in my habitual broken yowls. “You’re coming, aren’t you? That’s good. Very good. Let it out. That’s right. But we haven’t finished yet.”

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  He switched up the setting on the vibrator, placed a buzzer on my clit, and moved his soaked gloved fingers up the crack of my bum to find the unoccupied hole. I wanted so badly to cry out when he began the loving, unhurried business of lubrication, but I held back, my thighs shuddering, cunt in turmoil, sore throat totally forgotten, while he circled and probed, circled and probed, over and over and over. “I think this is where the dosage will be given,” he pronounced. A low sound would have escaped me, if my faulty throat hadn’t provided salvation. My head was in thrall to my body, my instructions and resolutions on the verge of being forgotten. I had to remember to be quiet. I had to make sure the treatment worked. His fingers spread my tight-furled asshole, preparing it thoroughly, examining its depth and width with scientific care. “Yes,” he said. He was struggling to stay calm, I could tell, and I was struggling not to come, wanting to save myself for the moment of possession. Over the buzzing and the insistent roar of my blood in my ears, I heard the unbuckling of belts, the lowering of trousers, the removal of undergarments and then he was behind me, holding my flanks, nudging up against the vibrator at first then parting my cheeks. “Take your medicine,” he breathed, then his impossible width amazed me anew by edging through my anal defenses, gathering lube on the way. I puffed and clenched my fists, trying not to resist, trying to wrap myself up in the dark comfort blanket of total submission, feeling and knowing myself to be his in every way. Penetrated in every orifice except the one I had to keep such stringent control of, I slid down inside myself, becoming a creature of sex and surrender, a helpless patient having to accept that my doctor knew better than me. The dosage was strong and the side effects included some discomfort and a few pangs, but the best medicine has unpleasant features, so I accepted it willingly, pushing myself back to take his entire length, showing him my trust. “That’s good,” he said, beginning a slow thrust, rubbing up against the vibrator in my other hole with each push forward.

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  Together we began to undress her—my need, her urgency. I pulled off my chinos and my dress shirt. I was wearing only a white T-shirt and BVDs. My hands ran up her thighs and down the inside crevices. I could feel her heat and wetness through her underwear. I began to work my body down her, using my lips and tongue to create new erogenous zones all over her rib cage and stomach. My fingers took hold of the elastic on her underwear and began to slide it down her thighs as her hands grabbed my eats firmly and stopped me. I looked at her with a question on my face. “P?’m just gettin’ over my period,” she said. I shrugged. “Sor” Emotions played across Annie’s face: disbelief, anger, relief, pleasure. Pleasure was the unmistakable emotion still on her face as I began to tease her thighs with my mouth. She gave into her own desire and, in doing so, reached her orgasm with an almost relaxed trust. I held her close to me as her breathing slowed. She ran her fingers through my hair, stroked my back. Her touch felt so good that tears welled up in my eyes and spilled down my cheeks. “What’s wrong, darlin’?”’ she asked with concern. I shook my head and buried my face in her shoulder. For the moment her arms protected me from my own life. My mouth was near her nipple. I felt Annie’s breath quicken. She tugged at my T-shirt. “Take it off,’ she insisted. I hesitated. It was dark in the room. I was on top of her, so she couldn’t see the two lines across my chest that revealed it had been reshaped. I took off my T-shirt. Annie ran her nails actoss my shoulders, down my back. I shivered with pleasure. Her nails pressed deeper into my flesh as she moved her pelvis against mine. She was relaxed with me, until the moment I was above her, ready to enter her. I stroked her thighs until she looked up at me. “It’s for you, or not at all,” I told her. “T want you so bad,” she whispered hoarsely. We both moaned softly as she said that. I pulled my dildo carefully out of my briefs in the dark, afraid of being discovered. What made me think this could work? I rolled a condom onto my dildo. “I don’t think I can have any more kids,” she told me. “T don’t want to take any chances, and it’s up to me, after all,’ I said. “Well, ain’t that a switch,” she laughed.

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  Jodi swirled her smallest finger in the wetness they’d created and tilted her hips forward so that she could ease the tip of her finger inward through the tight pucker of her ass. She imagined his cock there too, much bigger and more demanding, making her beg him to stop, to never stop, to fuck her until she was hoarse from screaming. The drive hardly seemed to take a minute before he stopped the truck. “Stay here.” Jodi was quite happy to oblige him. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to move ever again. She continued to touch herself until he opened her door and stared down at her. “Christ,” he muttered and bent his head to lick her fingers and clit. She climaxed hard, pushing her sex into his questing tongue. Before she finished coming he picked her up and strode toward a dimly lit building, pausing only to slide the card in the lock and kick the door open with one booted foot. He snapped on the light. The room smelled of dust, bleach, and old carpet but she didn’t care. There was a bed and a bathroom, and that was all they’d ever needed. He laid her carefully on the bed. “I want to see you naked. I never get to see you naked anymore.” She helped him remove her clothes and then he came down over her, his mouth on her breast, one hard thigh between her legs tormenting her already sensitive clit. His fingers slid into her from behind and probed her slick entrance. “Damn, I wish I had two cocks. I want to fill you up.” He kissed her mouth. “Next time, bring your vibrator with you, okay?” “Sure.” If there was a next time…Jodi attacked the snaps on his shirt to reveal every inch of his muscled chest. He didn’t need to go to the gym to work out. Life on a ranch was hard enough. She went to unbuckle his belt, and he caught her hand. “Give me the belt when you’ve taken it off me. I want to try something new.” Jodi stared up at him, her mouth suddenly dry. She handed him the belt, and before she could start on his jeans, he moved off her. “Kneel on the bed with your hands behind your back.” She did what he said, her body trembling with a combination of apprehension and excitement. He’d always been adventurous in bed, and she loved every single kinky thing he’d ever shown her. He wrapped the belt around her wrists and pulled the leather tight through the buckle. “Kneel up.” Jodi managed it somehow and he drew the rest of the belt down between her ass cheeks until it was pressed flat against her wet pussy. He came to stand in front of her, one hand working the zipper of his jeans, the other reaching for the end of the belt. “Suck my cock.”

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  When the weekend his flatmate was away coincided with the weekend that Kyle went to stay with his dad, Samuel took the chance to issue a casual invitation. Cassie had beamed, quickly affirming her intention to come over bearing wine and after-dinner mints. Now here she was in his tiny kitchenette, looking like the most sophisticated date a man could possibly wish for. When she’d walked in earlier that evening he’d nearly dropped the pan he’d been holding. The dress she wore was simple but elegant, with a low scooped neckline and a hemline that finished high on the thigh. Then there were the glossy shoes and stockings. When she’d sat down she had crossed her legs high on the thigh. He’d hardened immediately and had to turn away and pour himself a glass of water to help push the image from his mind. “Sorry, that probably came across badly,” he blurted, trying not to mess this up. “I didn’t mean to imply I was spending time with Kyle to get to you.” “Don’t worry, I didn’t think that.” She sipped her wine, then skewered a piece of Thai spiced chicken with her fork and took it to her mouth. She closed her eyes appreciatively as she ate the offering, savoring each and every morsel. That wasn’t helping him form sensible statements. He was having a hard time expressing himself, and this was important. He had to show her he was serious, and he had to know if she would take him—a younger man—seriously. “I enjoy Kyle’s company, he’s a great lad, but I was hoping to get to know you better as well.” “You will.” With her napkin she dabbed at her lips. The promise in her words made him want to rush through the dinner, or abandon it. Gesturing at her plate with her fork, her face filled with something akin to orgasmic pleasure. “Mmm, I love Thai food.” “So I see.” It seemed like the understatement of the century. It was a huge compliment to his cooking, but her expression wasn’t helping Samuel to concentrate. And, if he wasn’t mistaken, he could see her nipples outlined through the fabric of her dress. He’d never be able to smell lemongrass again without remembering the way she looked that night. “Tell me, why didn’t you ask me out earlier?” Samuel stared across at her, his fork frozen midway between his plate and his mouth. “I wasn’t sure you’d take me seriously, so I waited.” She nodded, looking deep into his eyes. “I was cautious with you at first, because I had to be sure I wasn’t on the rebound. My husband left me for a younger woman, I wanted to be sure I was here for the right reasons.” That’s what he’d surmised, and now he knew that she’d been anticipating this too, biding her time. “As time went by,” she continued, “I was sure. I’m not on the rebound. I’ve been hoping you’d ask me over.”

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  “Why?” he kept walking and she felt his cock start to grow again. “I like you exactly where you are.” “But what if someone sees us?” “I’d like that.” He steadied her with one strong arm wrapped around her hips and unlocked the truck. “I’d like them to see me fucking you.” In one fluid motion he opened the passenger door and sat her on the edge of the seat still facing him, his cock growing and pulsing inside her. He was tall enough that he didn’t need to join her in the cab, he just widened his stance, grabbed hold of her ass, and started pounding into her again. “Nice and wet, just how I like you.” When she realized she could plainly see the back door of the bar, Jodi closed her eyes and just hung on, hoping that their current solitude would continue. His teeth closed on her throat, and she stared up at him. “Stop worrying and concentrate on fucking me. We don’t have all night.” That was true. They never had this freedom anymore. Jodi kissed him, drawing on his tongue. His pace increased until all she could hear was the pounding of their hearts and the slick wet sounds of body parts slamming together until her world narrowed to the sensations in her clit and the desperate need to come. He climaxed and she joined him, clinging tightly to his crumpled and damp shirt as he groaned her name. When he drew away, she whimpered at the sudden loss of his heat. He kissed her nose and rearranged her legs on the seat until she faced forward. He even put her seatbelt on, his mouth lingering over the swell of her breast. The roar of the truck engine startled her and she stared out into the darkness, a lump forming in her throat. “Are we done?” She didn’t want to go home to domesticity. She wanted this to last forever. “Hell, no, we’re not done.” He glanced at her as he backed out of the parking space. God knows how he’d managed not to lose his cowboy hat, but it was now planted firmly on his head. “Just do something for me before I start driving. Spread your legs wide and rub your clit. I want to make you come straight away when I next get inside you.” She slowly opened her legs, aware that he was watching her, his narrowed gaze fixed on her wet sex. She touched her clit and gently circled it with the tip of her finger. “Yeah, that’s good.” His voice was rougher now. “Now slide your little finger in your ass because you know I’m going to fuck you there before we’ve finished tonight.”