All Chapters of Anything He wants: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I leaned back against the display table, vexed.I pictured myself meeting him at the door wearing my short black dress and tall black heels—spiky, sexy back-scratchers—while greeting him with a delighted smile and a kiss of apology for what I said to him.Instead, I’m wearing a pair of raggedy denim shorts and a T-shirt from Keisha’s closet that says: Martini time, bitchezzz!“For fuck’s sake, baby, put down your weapons.”I looked at the cell phone I held in one hand, then at the vibrator, I was still clutching in the other. It’s happily humming away.“Are you done trying to take out my eye? Can I hug you now, Nerissa?”“Yes!” I turned off the vibrator and dropped both items on the table. Tubes of lube tipped over. When I tried to right them, Cornelius took me in his arms.I breathed in his wonderful maleness. He smelled pure as an island rainforest…like rain-drenched wood and misty waterfalls.My nipples pointed, mashed, and mingled about the bulked-up wall of his chest. I squirmed

ROOM SERVICEThe last words of our argument ring in my ears. This weekend was supposed to have been our time together …and yet it has dissolved into the usual bitter disaster. Booked into the exclusive Harringtons resort, I’d had high hopes. Then I caught you at the bar after lunch, cocktail in hand, drooling over the leggy blonde from the hotel spa. The dull predictability had not dampened my anger and I had confronted you back in our suite; my accusations leading to a huge row. Tears and insults flowed before you had finally left me to stew. Not before you’d told me how you intended to pick up with your new blonde friend in the meantime…And so here I am. My eyes are swollen from the frustrated tears I’ve cried, I am utterly fed up with the state of our marriage. Staring at myself in the elaborate vanity mirror, I am starting to understand why you look elsewhere. Is that my reflection? How did I become this disheveled mess? My dark hair is a matted net, clinging to my hot face and I

It’s been a long time since I last gave head, but my nerves dissipate fast. He is so taut and tasty – everything I have missed in a man. I swallow him down, sliding my mouth right down his length like the greedy woman I have become. He moans from above me, using his hand to guide my head up and down him. Hearing his encouraging noises I press my lips down to his soft, dark hair. He more than fills my throat and I feel myself beginning to gag, tears collecting in my eyes – and yet – I bloody love it. I haven’t been this gratuitous for years. I push myself down further and stay there for as long as I can, before allowing myself up for air.His face is ecstatic as I head back down his hard length. I can’t wait to have him inside my sex. I can already feel how hot and wet I am for him. Still on my hands and knees, I work up and down him, building my desire with the pace. As the momentum develops, Blake holds my hair and starts to fuck my mouth. He makes short, insistent thrusts into me as

His prick is still rock solid between my legs. I arch my back expectantly, pushing myself back to meet his cock. He grabs my hips and spears me. From this new angle, he feels even larger and every fiber of my being responds as he fucks me. I reach back and wrap my arms around his head and neck; clawing at his hair like an animal. Blake’s hands are all over my body; at my hips, holding me in place, and at my breasts, hugging and squeezing them. His thrusts are hard and insistent, claiming me and making me scream out loud. I land face down over the dresser as his momentum pushes me forward as he screws me.Blake places one of his large hands on my shoulders, holding me down again as his orgasm approaches.“Oh yes!” I cry. “Yes Blake, do it!”He growls a deep, predatory sound as he finally cums inside me, nearly collapsing on top of me in the process. The dresser buckles under our combined weight and for a moment I wonder if the whole thing is about to fall to pieces. After a moment of r

Amy hugged her arms tighter to ward off the chill as they waited for someone to answer the door. They didn’t have to wait long. A bouncy blond in a black dress answered and welcomed them with open arms. The house was filled with loud music but not the sort of overbearing music that would make it difficult to have a conversation. She followed Kate and the blonde into the main living room area where a small group chatted excitedly. Their greeter, whose name was Marie, offered Amy and Kate a drink, which Amy attempted to politely refuse until Kate accepted on her behalf. As soon as Marie disappeared, Amy caught Kate’s arm before she could mingle.“I told you I wasn’t drinking tonight,” she whispered.“It’s only one drink to help you relax and enjoy the evening,” Kate said, “It’s a party. You’re supposed to have fun. Lighten up a bit for once.” “I am but need I remind you again that I have to be at the airport early tomorrow?”“Blah, blah, blah, yes, honey, you have mentioned that about a