Giselle's Pleasure (An Invitation From A Fairy Book 1) (5 page)

Squeezing her eyes shut, she released an ecstatic groan. Whether five or five hundred people watched, she didn’t care. Her passage quivered as she tightened against Number 1, squeezing and releasing him until he couldn't take anymore.

“I've never felt a hotter pussy,” he ground out, head thrown back as he fought for control. His thick shaft felt amazing huge as he worked it through her small passage.

“You're. So. Big,” she managed to pant out, lightheaded from the force of his passionate thrusts, and the tongue driving her wild. Her body was tightly strung with the need to orgasm. “Please,” she moaned out, desperate for them to push her over the edge.

His masculine grunts filled the air as his large sack slapped her lips. Without warning, his cock stiffened and then jerked repeatedly as he attained his pleasure. He roared as he released a hot stream of cum within her.

Number 5 mercilessly licked at her thickened clit, spreading her lips open to get even closer. “I’m there,” she gasped, dizzy from the overload of pleasure. With a scream to the ceiling she exploded into a thousand pieces, as everything grew dark. It had taken three men with enormous cocks, but she had finally experienced the ultimate in sexual satisfaction.

Number 1 slowly pulled his dick out with a low moan. It was the last coherent thought Giselle experienced. With a large smile of satisfaction she finally succumbed to the blackness, her satiated body completely spent with a fulfillment so dramatic she knew she'd never be the same again.

Epilogue

Two months later…..

Giselle unlocked the door with a huge sigh of relief. Today was the grand opening of the store, and it had been a huge success. The hour was late, but she was exhilarated. All of her hard work had finally paid off.  

Ever since receiving the invitation, her life had drastically changed. Gone were her doubts about her sexuality, replaced with the assurance that she was a very sexual creature. It had never been her, but rather a poor selection of boyfriends with bad bedroom skills. After the sexual bliss of that night, there were no doubts about that.

She was still single, but she didn't feel a loss over it. One day it would all change, but it wouldn't be with someone she was sexually incompatible with. Somewhere out there was a man that could take her on. She was eagerly looking forward to the day that she met him.

  The morning after her invitation, she had woken up in her hotel room alone. If she wouldn't have known better, she would have thought it was a dream. The slight soreness in her nether regions, though, told her it had definitely been real.

In the end, she'd barely made her flight on time. It had been a once in a lifetime experience, but one that would always make her remember Chicago pleasurably. With her business wrapped up there, she doubted she would be returning anytime soon. Even if she did, it was over. The one night of fantasy had been just that.  

Although she'd been on a few dates since then, there hadn't been anyone special. The night spent in sexual bliss would be really hard to top. Her past included several men that could never bring her to satisfaction, but she was determined her future would only include men that were well-equipped to satisfy. Anything less was just a waste of time, at least for her.

How could a single woman find someone with outstanding bedroom skills? It was a question that many woman must have asked over the years, including Mrs. Harris. She'd found love and satisfaction with Mr. Harris, but would she get a happy ending as well? Only time would tell.

Closing the door behind her, she kicked off her shoes with a sigh of relief. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she needed to eat. The store had been too busy to take a lunch or dinner break, but that was okay. The successful day had more than made up for it. Just as she started towards the kitchen, the doorbell rang.

Her face was puzzled as she walked back and opened it, revealing a large bouquet of flowers attached to an extremely muscular body. His hand moved to the side as his good-looking, Native American face was revealed. He took in her shocked expression and smiled.

“Congratulations on your store,” he said as his other hand lifted up a large bag of take-out. “Hungry?”

With a dazed expression, she nodded. She hadn’t seen or heard from him since the night of the invitation, and hadn’t expected to ever again. She didn’t know why he was here, but she wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass her by. Who knew? Maybe the invitation wasn’t done with her yet.

Smiling back at him she asked, “Would you like to come in?”

His black eyes twinkled at her mischievously as he let them rake over her body. “Don’t mind if I do.”

He stepped through the door and shut it, neither one noticing the hooded woman and the shorter man watching from a black limo across the street.

The moon played across the loveliness of her supernatural features as she gave the man across from her a small smile of satisfaction. “Well, Henry... We did it again.”

He looked back at her, taking a puff of his cigar before responding. The years had been kind to all of them, but especially to the fairy in front of him. As much as he loved his wife, there was no denying her beauty. “That we did, ma'am. That we did.”

Exchanging a smile of satisfaction, she rapped on the roof. The driver pulled out, as they quickly sped off into the dark night.

About the Author:

Rose Wynters has always had a love of romance. She also have a love of sexy, supernatural men and enjoys creating thrilling paranormal romances!

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