YOUNG STUD
by Ruth D. Kerce
copyright © 2008, all rights reserved
Published by EllorasCave.com
Cover Designed by Les Byerley
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Prologue
After a long and arduous day she had finally found the few minutes of privacy she craved. Her hormones were jumping and she intended to make the most of her time while she could. She needed a release. Emotionally. Physically. Sexually. To take her mind off the stress of her work week.
Her hand slid inside her leopard print panties and she spread her legs.
Thoughts of him filled her mind, making her pussy moist. Only his image made her come these days. Someone she couldn’t have. Or rather shouldn’t have. Maybe that was the attraction, though deep down she expected there was more to it than that. Much more.
If it were only the body of this man she desired, her feelings wouldn’t be bothering her. But she craved more than his body. She longed for his smile, his company, to be surrounded by his joy of life. Damn. She was thinking like some moony-eyed teenager.
But the man was indeed a major hunk. Pure sex appeal. With a dimpled grin. Much too young for her, even though well over the legal age. She probably should forget about him, stay far away and commit to someone most would consider better suited to her. But damn it, she didn’t want to. She lightly fingered her clit.
“Mmm.” She slid down against the couch cushions. Her pussy throbbed. She needed his cock inside her but she’d settle for her own fingers. Certainly not better physically or sexually but better emotionally. She’d suffered through one bad relationship too many. And logically, she realized that she didn’t need another complication in her life right now. But she did need an orgasm. Badly.
Her other hand slid up underneath her top and her fingers circled her nipple. “Ah.” She squirmed, wishing for so much more. She pulled her hand from her breast, sucked on her fingers, wetting them, then played with her nipple again, pinching and tugging on the bud, spreading moisture over her flesh and creating more erotic images in her mind.
His gorgeous mouth filled her thoughts as she silently spoke to him. Lick me. Everywhere. Oh how she longed to say those words aloud. If only once. To feel his tongue on her, his full lips sucking her nipples, her clit. Yes! She knew it would be an incredible experience.
Come for me, Kate, she imagined him whispering to her in his deep, sexy tone. A thrill, powerful and erotic, raced through her.
If she were in her bedroom, she would have watched herself, her pleasure, in the full-length mirror by the bed. She liked to watch. Maybe tonight. She’d be primed and ready again by then. Every Friday night.
She couldn’t help but wonder how he looked when he came. What sounds he made. If he fucked hard, gentle or somewhere in between. She’d spent too many nights with an impersonal dildo. No comparison to a man’s cock. And certainly no comparison to him.
Her finger dipped inside her wet pussy and she squeezed her breast. “Oh, yes…fuck me good.” Her hips moved against her hand. Except the hands on her body were no longer hers. They were his. His hands. His oh-so-thick cock, if the bulge in his pants was any indication of size. She inserted a second finger, then a third into her pussy, needing to feel completely filled up.
Mewling and undulating, she felt close to climaxing. So close. A small flutter started around her fingers. She gradually drew them back, wanting the ecstasy to last.
His sexy blue eyes burned into hers. She saw him so clearly in her mind. Slowly, he pushed his cock into her pussy. She relished every inch.
Her fingers again slid deep. “Oh!” Picturing his eyes and naked flesh, the climax rushed through her body, faster than she’d expected, racing through her clit and cunt, her stomach and out her throat as cries of pleasure escaped her. “Yes!” She arched her back and neck. “Ah!”
After long intense moments of erotic shock waves, she collapsed against the cushions, breathing heavily. “So good.” If just imagining him did that to her, she wondered what would happen if he actually did touch her?
But that’s all she intended to do. Wonder.
She pulled her hand from her underwear. Maybe she was crazy. Fantasy seemed like the coward’s way out. But fantasy was also much less complicated.
And at least she was satisfied. For now.
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