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The other hovered near her hair, trembling with restraint. She hooked her fingers into his waistband and tugged the boxers down. His cock sprang free, thick, flushed, already leaking at the tip. She gave him a look that was nothing short of worshipful. "Jesus," he breathed as she wrapped her hand around him, her fingers unable to close fully around his girth. He twitched in her grip, hot and heavy, the veins standing out along his shaft. She leaned in and dragged her tongue along the underside, from base to tip, savoring the musky taste of him. When she reached the head, she swirled her tongue slowly around it, lapping up the slick bead of pre-cum.

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

And on top of that, we kissed and had sex. Sex! I was still a virgin in real life. What made me dream of Lorenzo, of all men, to be my lover? This wasn’t right. And I didn’t feel right. In fact, I was still hot and sweaty. Just the thought of him had me thinking about my dream again. I touched my lips, remembering his hard lips pressed on mine, and my heart rapidly increased in speed again. I pulled the blanket off, my head going dizzy. But that still didn’t help alleviate my symptom. I was hot and bothered.

"Tricia, I sincerely like how you romanticized my body the first time. Now, please start doing it and once you do it better, I will pay you more money. Is that okay with you?" Tricia lay on top of him with her hands on the opposite sides of the bed. She stuck out her tongue and started twirling it on his nipples. Carlo felt the irresistible pleasure, but this time, it's more pleasurable than the last time she worshiped his body. Probably because the wine already made both of them wilder and out of control. "Shit... you must be really drunk... or perhaps you are starting to have a feeling for me!"

He smelled warm and masculine, and it made me dizzy. Roman’s fingers flexed on my waist. I could feel his c*ck growing thicker behind me, pressing more insistently against my ass now. He wasn’t pulling away. Neither was I. “Keep your core tight,” he growled softly. His chest brushed my back as he leaned in to adjust my shoulders. The heat of him surrounded me completely. I couldn’t stop imagining him bending me over the bench and f*cking me. I wanted to hear him call me a good girl in that strict voice while he f*cked me.

I add and he laughs, a deep throaty one that seems to stem all the way from his belly. “Sadly you’ve described the wrong person,maybe a lot of women you meet in your line of work call that a lifestyle but I prefer buying old culinary books, diving into the pool, going through the ease of knowing that if I wanted to change my hair I could simply straighten it out, what lady doesn’t like a manicure and pedicure? Talking about which cafe has the best pastries and sipping coffee…wine is for clubbing or breakups.” I retort and he laughs.

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

She hammered down on him, her own peak tearing through her as she felt him grow and convey himself into her. Spent, she came to back, measured his jaw, and kissed him; cum overflowed from the intersection of their association. She felt little post-quake tremors as his rooster kept on siphoning into her, her pussy hungry for additional. However, she wasn't certain there would be room. The steam room entryway opened; certain they had been found, Alice recovered her jeans and hastily put them on. Dante pulled his up and blew a speedy kiss to Alice as he left. She sat on her towel; the groin of her bathing suit was soaked with cum as it moved from her.

At the bottom of the shelf, though, were a handful of romance novels—in English, no less. I pulled out a historical romance by a favorite author of mine. I hadn’t read this one, and I’d already finished the one romance I’d brought with me. I was a total bore and preferred to read printed books still. Probably because they smelled nice. If e-readers could let out a puff of new-book scent, though, I’d buy one in a heartbeat. “The Seduction of Miss Emily Morris,” Olivier read over my shoulder. “That rather gives the plot away, no?”

I put my hands on his warm chest and felt his heart beat steady under my palms. “Maybe I do.” He didn’t step back. “You’re twenty-one. Drunk. My daughter’s best friend.” “I’m not that drunk.” I tilted my head up. “And Sophie’s asleep.” His eyes dropped to my mouth. “Talking isn’t what you want.” “Then give me what I want.” His mouth hit mine hard, one hand in my hair, the other hand under my ass, lifting me. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me down the hall past Sophie’s closed door and into his bedroom. The door locked behind us.