Blushing Violet (17 page)

“Me neither. Her asshole looks so pretty stretched around my cock. I want to empty myself inside her and feel her pussy squeeze us, milking us dry.”

Carlos shifted her hips until her clit pressed on his pubic bone. “Come for us, my Violet.”

Morgan leaned over and bit the side of her neck, jabbing into her ass with short, hard thrusts. Her whole body tightened until she thought her muscles were going to snap, then released in a contraction so hard both men shouted. White flashed before her eyes and a pleasure so intense it must be illegal made her jerk and dance between them.

She screamed again as they both buried themselves as deep as they could go, their cocks pulsing and jerking inside her, against each other while they came. Carlos shook beneath her with the strength of his orgasm while Morgan moved the tiniest bit in and out of her, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

With a shuddering moan she collapsed against Carlos’ chest, licking at the salt of his sweaty skin, completely sated to the point of being one step away from slipping into a coma of bliss. Morgan slowly pulled out of her and she mewled in protest, her battered anus throbbing. Carlos continued to hold her, pet and stroke her as he told her over and over how sorry he was, and how much he loved her.

Morgan returned a few moments later and cleaned her bottom with a warm, wet towel and gently lifted her off Carlos’ cock. While Carlos used the bathroom, he tenderly laid her on the couch and crouched next to her, cleaning her and placing reverent kisses all over her body. When he reached her lips he said, “I love you. I never want to lose you again, ever. It felt like a piece of me died.”

She returned his kiss, not breaking contact once as he picked her up and carried her to her room. The covers were already turned back and Carlos waited for them. With a grateful sigh she slipped between them and closed her eyes as they cuddled her close. The scent of their lovemaking rose from her skin and she breathed it deep, pulling the proof of their reunion into her lungs.

“I’m still mad at you,” she said softly and traced her fingertips over their bodies.

“You have every right to be,” Carlos said in a soft voice and pulled her leg up so it rested on his hip.

Morgan licked at the pulse on the side of her neck. “Even if it takes the rest of our lives, we’ll prove to you that you aren’t making a mistake.”

Carlos slipped his hand between them, stroking her clit until it grew hard enough to poke out of its soft hood. “Is there anything we can do to make you forgive us?” he asked in a low, suggestive tone.

She squirmed against his fingers as Morgan rubbed the head of his cock back and forth against her wet and tender slit. “Can I spank you?”

Carlos laughed and gave her pussy a light slap. “No.”

“Well that’s not fair.”

“Nope,” Morgan agreed in a merry voice and pressed his thumb against her tender anus.

“Will you spank me?”

“Among other things,” Carlos said in a soft voice as he leaned down to capture one of her nipples between his lips.

“I can’t wait to take her to her first fetish club,” Morgan said with rough need in his voice. His cock continued to tease her pussy as he slid back and forth, coating himself with her juice but denying her penetration.

“I can’t wait to watch her suck your dick while I fuck her.”

“Hmmm, that too.”

“Do I get any say in this?” she asked in a breathless voice.

“Of course. In matters outside the bedroom you will always have an equal say.”

“But in the bedroom you’re ours to fuck, ours to play with, ours to please.”

She bucked her hips against Morgan, trying to slip his bare cock into her pussy. Morgan groaned and held her hips still, returning to running the ridge of his cock head back and forth over her pussy as Carlos bit her nipple and stroked her clit, occasionally pressing the head of Morgan’s cock against her and rubbing it over her erect nub.

“Sounds perfect,” she purred as she thought of all the fun they would have together in a future filled with more love than she could have ever imagined on that lonely New Year’s when she had sent in her wishes and dreams across cyberspace to Literary Love.

About the Author

Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives, she's been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a U.S. Navy Civilian Contractor, a Bartender/Waitress and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead—though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.

From a young age she’s been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romances that often were the center of the stories. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with big, wonderful, emotional buildups to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose (throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle), she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else—without using cringe-worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she’s never looked back.

Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her “sexy space” and has learned to type one-handed while soothing a cranky baby.

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