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Spiked Up 3

My head reared to the surface of the pool, struggling to pull out from the force of the water. My hands flapped frantically as my breath clung desperately for air. My lungs tightened as water sloshed through my nose, mouth, and ears. I was beginning to sink to the low-still darkness of the pool when Jeff Sanderson jumped into the water. I caught a glimpse of him before my eyes snapped shut. And when my eyes were opened, I was spurting water from my mouth, visibly shaken by the dread of what had just occurred. "Rihanna, can you hear me?" "Is she awake?" "Anna, please wake up." Voices buzzed around me. My head wrenched around, dazed by the eyes that peered down at me. I whimpered, clinging to Jeff who was holding me close. "It's okay, Rihanna. I'm right here," Jeff hugged me to himself as I began to cry. I caught a glimpse of Jennifer who had just joined the scene. She pushed past the throng of people, then stopped before us. She was puzzled by the sight of us. "What

Spiked Up 4

Jeffery Sanderson's POV I was never meant to indulge her yet she subtly intrigued me. It was supposed to be just a mild kiss, but the sight of her in my arms melted me. Was I falling in love? Certainly not! Rihanna had never been much more of a girl to me, but the fact that she subtly took my advice did excite me. As much as I tried, I couldn't shake off her tantalizing body from my head, her sweet lips and jaunty perky breasts. What would a poor boy do in such circumstances? Taking advantage of her would wreck me into pieces, yet it was obvious that she had wanted me. Me? A cassanova? I was forced against my will to make up with Jenny Connor. To make love with her became like a task. Maybe, our relationship was indeed a job to keep face. "Hey, Fine face!" Ryan called out while walking into the locker room from the bathroom. We'd just concluded one of our football practices on the field. I looked up at him from where I sat. "What's up?" "You wouldn't like this but jus

Spiked Up 5

I hissed, sucking in my breath as my body pressed against hers. She still had a startled expression on her face. Her breaths deepened as my fingers flickered across her face, her cheeks and nestled on her lips. "What are you doing?" She planted her eyes on mine. "Where did you get your courage from?" I smirked, sinking into the pits of her eyes. "You should be reminded that this is a toilet," she rasped out, her eyes skating from my eyes to my lips. "Answer me," I brushed my lips lightly on her. She gasped, parting her lips and allowing our hands to interlock above our heads. "If you continue to...hmm...to do just that, I'm gonna lose myself here," she hummed. "I do not mind. You just burst my pebbles and I cannot allow the moment to filter by," my teeth tugged at her lower lip, let go, and repeated the same process. "Until I do get the most appropriate answer, I won't stop eating you up," I breathed into her mouth. Deciding to have a little fun with her, I shifted my

Spiked Up 6

Rihanna's POV My lungs could barely contain my excitement as I let out a muffled scream, my fists folding in triumphant jerks. Jeffrey Sanderson had finally proposed to me to be his girlfriend. I worked at the coffee shop down the alley, two blocks away from campus. He'd called me asking when I would be off from work, so he could pick me up for our date which was going to be a surprise. I was goofy, thrilled at the prospect of seeing his face once more. Were we going to make love afterward? The thought pierced through me, making my face reddened. I could tell that my face was growing weary of my smiles. After closing hour, I still hadn't seen Jeffery who had promised to pick me up. Out of glee, I decided to trek down the alley, holding my tote bag to my shoulder. Contemplations swerved my mind, each jumbled over the other. I couldn't tell if I should keep on trekking hoping to catch sight of Jeff's familiar car or I should return to the coffee shop to await him. Something flew

Spiked Up 7

Rihanna's POV Dictionaries have expounded the pure definitions of love. But it would never be truly explained in my lame words. Jeffery was magical in my eyes, defined in terms of an ethereal being, sweet, and a perfect gentleman. I on the other hand seemed to have fit into his ethereal realm. I was in love with Jeffrey Sanderson. He led me to his secret domain, the rooftop of his father's hospital where I viewed the world yet anew. Stung by the magical yet blurred rays of lights. "Remember our first meeting?" He asked behind me. He had me positioned between his legs, nestled comfortably in his cozy presence while my back was to him. I wanted to give a wild bite to his neck while I let his hands explore my body. I wanted to learn and unlearn what enticed him. While I let my hands wander, I would never let go of his sweet suckling tongue. My breathing deepened as my imagination dwindled to a startling pause. I scoffed, pulling the last strings of my morbid thoughts away. "We

Wildcat 1

Oliver's POV I married a wildcat, literally. She always wanted my rod, in the heat and the cold. Different positions and different styles. She wanted it whenever. I knew what I had married and at a point, I never needed to look outside. Claire was enough for me. But soon, she was losing the heat, giving one lame excuse over another. So I needed to slice up our love life by starting over again. "What's up with you, Claire? You've not even tried smiling for once," my brows furrowed as I looked at her. We were both seated at a lounge, demarcated by an oval table between us. "I told you that I had work to do, now, I'm forced against my will to be here." She rolled her emerald's eyes. "What do you mean you're forced against your will? Claire, how am I suppose to spice things up if you agree to do this and say something else entirely? Why do you make me look like a fool?" My voice was becoming slightly irritable as well as I was pissed. "So, you're shouting now! Maybe, I sho

Wildcat 2

Claire's POV I've always had a taste for spectacular dicks. Afterward, I decided to settle down with Oliver, who presumably was in love with me. He didn't know anything about my past which was a good thing. I did love Oliver for what he could provide me. He was the sort of gentleman who swallowed all my excesses despite our tacky arguments. I believed he loved me just the way I was. But, someone was beginning to penetrate my well-being, he was younger than I was. I was thirty eight, he was twenty nine. Oliver being the oldest was forty two. I tried to quench the throbbing taste of him, but it was never enough. Every fiber of me trembled whenever he was close. At the first break of dawn, I was out from home, racing to my car while relishing in the thought of meeting him in my office. He was the son of my boss. Charles Martin was his name. Charles worked as a waiter for the Harte's lounge while his father controlled the company. I didn't understand why Charles chose to give

Wildcat 3

Oliver's POV I walked into Claire's office hoping to surprise and probably turn up the heat. She had left earlier before I was up. Instinctively, I rushed into the bathroom hoping to the heavens that my sixth sense was wrong about what I thought about Claire. But there she was, on her knees, thoroughly shaken by the sight of me. Dumb to utter a word while her gaze fixated on me. Before her was a younger guy, young enough to be her brother. His shaft bobbed incessantly even as he had his eyes on me. Wasn't he the waiter who had served us at the lounge? They must be darn surprised to see me, I mused. Silence stretched endlessly, while I unbuttoned the buttons of my shirt after removing my jacket. "Oliver, I can explain," Claire found her voice. I was broken, shattered beyond measure at the sight of Claire giving a blow job to a man other than myself. But punishing her would be the best tactic, I reminded myself. "Move aside," I said and watched as she moved away from the m

Wildcat 4

Claire's POV I will always be a wildcat, that thought gripped my entire body as Charles' mouth found mine. He picked me up by the waist, and led us to the desk, placing my tush on the edge of the desk. While his mouth resumed toying with my mouth, Oliver stood behind us stroking his tool - his eyes fastened at our little play. Charles' thrusts were delicate, firm, and sharp. With each push came a fierce aching need to be conquered. "How do you like that?" His hands were fondling with my breasts as he whispered. My response to him was a soft moan. This was sweet torture, my eyes were slightly shut both from ecstasy and the sight of Oliver hovering around us. Oliver was touching Charles, encircling his masculine hands around Charles' torso, back, and bum. I was close to it, reaching for the stars. I reached up to kiss Charles but Oliver's mouth met mine. His taste felt different - like the taste of ginger, hot and soothing. I didn't even realize that Oliver was slamming into m

Wildcat 5

Oliver's POV I knew I might be reminded about my intended punishment to my wife. I was still going to serve her what was on my mind either way. Claire returned home and caught me in a loose shirt and pants. She scoffed, standing before me. "What's with the occasion?" She snapped her head to the change of neutral and dark fluorescence in the room. My hand was clasped around a wine glass, tilting the cup to my lips. "Why not take a shower and join me?" She had a bemused smudge written on her face. "Oliver, you are scaring me." I laughed. "How so?" "One minute, you caught me cheating on you. The next minute, you're fucking us both with reckless abandon." Claire spurted. I sipped slowly, stood up, and walked towards her. "You've discovered who I am, how was I to react?" Her brows narrowed. "For how long have you been into men?" She questioned. I shrugged. "Since when I was a teenager. I'm saying the truth, now be sincere with me. Since when have you been fucking Charle

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