Semua Bab A Thousand Orgasms: Erotica Collection : Bab 21 - Bab 30

I touched her slowly, sliding my hand beneath her shirt and kissing her as I traced my fingers along her waist. Her stomach muscles fluttered beneath my fingers as I touched a spot near her bellybutton; when I did it again, she shuddered and inhaled sharply. I made a mental note of that spot before dragging my fingers along her ribs, feeling the way they rose and fell as her breathing quickened, and finally brought my hand up to cup her breasts. She wasn't the only one who made a noise as I touched them; I groaned as I finally felt the weight of her breast in my palm, her bare skin softer than I could have ever imagined and her nipple delightfully hard and crinkled. Her shirt rode up, baring her stomach, and she moved closer to me so it was pressed against mine as I fondled her. I made sure to feel every inch of her breast and paid extra special attention to her perky little nipple before moving my hand to the other one. Her hips rolled against me as I played with her other breast,

She clutched me, her fingernails digging into my back as I fucked her the way she wanted me to. After a bit, one hand moved up to my head and her fingers worked their way into my hair, pulling it as I nipped her neck. "Make me come," she demanded, her teeth clenched. "I wanna come all over your cock." "You better fucking do it then," I shot back, and I shoved my hand between our bodies. Shay let out an animalistic noise, a shrieking sort of moan that echoed in my ears as she grabbed at me. I burrowed my cock inside her as I fingered her clit, her body accepting me again and again. The fingernails of one hand dug painfully into my back as she pulled my hair with the other, and I had no idea how long it was before she was gasping and tensing beneath me. "Gonna come," she whimpered. "Oh my God, Austin, oh my God, oh my..." She wailed as she came, trembling beneath me. I could feel her pussy spasm around my cock, clenching hard as her hips bucked. If that wasn't enough, she started sa

I let myself cry for four minutes, then wiped my face and hurriedly fixed my makeup. It wasn't as perfect as it usually was, but Owen was probably about to leave anyway, and it wasn't like he'd ever notice. There was a spare shirt in my locker, since sometimes I got dirt or pollen or any number of gross things on me while I was working, so that at least took care of the sweat stains. Deodorant, a quick bun on the top of my head, and a deep breath were all I could do to handle the rest of my look. Owen was already packing up his things when I returned to the front. He told me how to do the job I'd been doing for four years again, didn't say anything as I flipped him off before going into the cooler, and waved at me with a slight smile when he finally had his shit together. I looked over my shoulder at him as he walked away, miserable and relieved and did-I-say-miserable-already all at once. Just a few minutes later, the door chimed. I groaned inwardly as Alice McGrady walked in, knowi

I vaguely recognized him: Aaron Mulch, who had been a few years ahead of me at school. He had stylishly messy hair and a pretentiously scruffy goatee, and the only thing I knew about him was he had a reputation as a total stoner. Well, I guess I also knew that he'd been out in the storm and was dripping water on the floor of my store. "What are you doing here?" I blurted. He glanced up at me, brown eyes desperate as water dripped off his nose and hair. "I need some flowers," he said. "You... what?" He glanced around, then looked back at me. "I'm in the flower shop, right?" I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, but it's the middle of a crazy storm and the power's out! Why aren't you at home?" "Because I need some flowers!" he repeated. "Come on, you gotta help me out. My girlfriend—ex-girlfriend—girl I want to continue being my girlfriend is pissed and she's trying to break up with me." "Okay, the stupidity of being out in this weather aside, I can't help you," I said. "The power's out, I

Aaron was standing near the door with his back to me, the bouquet in one hand and the other hand pressed to his ear. He was talking quietly, though his voice was stuttered as though he couldn't speak more than a few words at a time. "Larissa, please," he was saying as I walked up. "C'mon, let's just..." He listened for a moment. "Can we talk about it or... I honest to God thought it was next week, I'm sor... it's in my phone, swear to God, I had it down on the twenty-eighth and..." His silence stretched a bit longer that time. "Right now?" he finally said. "But... c'mon, don't do this... baby? Larissa? Hello?" When he finally lowered the phone, he didn't turn around, and I had no idea if he knew I was behind him. Swallowing, I debated pretending like I'd just walked up, then decided against it. "Are you okay?" I asked. He snorted softly. "Yeah." He paused, then turned around, his face somber. "Well, no. Can I return the flowers? I'll still give you a ride home and you can kee