They say
that opposites attract but Val and Chaz are equals when it comes to the
bedroom. Neither are strangers to one-night stands, and partying hard. But all
that’s in the past, and now they’re ready for something more steady, and
fulfilling.
They come together out of necessity, and soon give in to temptation, unable to ignore the heat between them. Besides, they both know how the game is played, and what the outcome will be. Only this time, will it be different?
Have they finally met their match?
They come together out of necessity, and soon give in to temptation, unable to ignore the heat between them. Besides, they both know how the game is played, and what the outcome will be. Only this time, will it be different?
Have they finally met their match?
“I hope you’re happy now.” Val’s soft,
slightly amused voice interrupted the silence in the room.
Chaz lifted his head just enough to make eye
contact with her. He couldn’t remember feeling so drained after making love.
Val was a tigress in bed, unafraid of exposing her needs, or taking what she
wanted.
“You’ve wanted to get inside my pants since
we met,” she went on to explain when he remained quiet.
Chaz released a snort of laughter. Is she blaming me for this? Well, she
was hardly innocent, first flirting with him at the restaurant, and then
stripping down to nothing but a lacy thong with her door wide open. And unless
he’d suddenly become hearing impaired he hadn’t heard the word no pass through
her pretty lips once.
Still, her comment didn’t sit well with his
sense of fairness. “I think we were both mutually satisfied, and one of us twice.” he pointed out. “All you had to
do to stop me was say the word, no.”
“Would that have stopped you? You were going
at it like a rutting bull.”
“What does a city girl like you know about
rutting bulls?” He asked her with growing amusement. “Next time I fuck you I’ll
take you from behind, standing, and give you a taste of how a bull takes his
females.”
Her pretty mouth dropped open, and a spark of
anger filled her eyes. Chaz was so busy running his gaze over her face that he
didn’t see her move. The next thing he knew her palm was making contact with
the side of his face. The sound of her slap echoed through-out the room.
“Feel better?”
She tried it again, only this time he was
prepared and stopped her hand in mid-air. Laughing in the face of her anger,
Chaz pulled her on top of him and lay back against the bed.
“You should never taunt an angry woman,” she
said, squirming. “And what makes you think that there will be next time?” Her
tone clearly said it would be over her dead body.
“You’re only saying that now because you just
climaxed.” He easily held her, enjoying the luscious feel of her nakedness
against him. “I bet it wouldn’t take me long to have you begging me to fuck you
again.” Chaz leaned forward, and locked his mouth onto hers, surprised at the
renewed lust speeding through his blood.
Everything about the tall, well-endowed
beauty appealed to his libido. He pried her soft mouth open with his tongue,
and entered the warm, sweet cavern, exploring her slick walls while swallowing
her moans. After satisfying himself he moved his mouth down her chin.
“You’ll be very disappointed,” she gasped,
raising her chin as he kissed his way down her throat. “I can be very
stubborn.”
“So can I.” When he wanted something he
didn’t give up. “And I’ve always liked a good challenge.”
She tried to pull away but it was a weak
effort at best. Chaz grinned around the nipple in his mouth, before rolling it
with his tongue as though it was the tastiest of candy.
Val gasped, and shook her head. “Let me go,”
she said in a weak tone.
His gut told him that her token protest was
for her own benefit. He transferred both of her wrists into one hand so his
other could caress her body at his leisure. “So you can slap me again?”
He took
a plump breast in his palm, fondling and shaping it. Moving on, he trailed his
fingertips lightly down Val’s body, causing the flesh beneath his fingers to
quiver. “You have such a responsive body, Val.” He tugged at the wet hair
between her legs.
“Oh!” she cried out.
“Do you want me to finger your cunt?” Chaz
teased her by flicking his finger over her pussy. “Or would you like me to suck
your clit until I make you come?”
Tory Richards is the pen name
for Debbie Wallace. She’s a daughter, mother, aunt, sister, grandmother, and
writer of smut, otherwise called erotic romance. Born in Maine, she’s lived
most of her life in Florida. She’s been writing since the age of ten but didn’t
get serious about it until her family encouraged her to submit to a publisher.
Her first book, Cupid’s Arrow under her real name was on the publisher’s best
sellers list for two consecutive months!
Tory likes to travel. She
likes sweet iced tea, good coffee, and any kind of sandwich. A couple years ago
she retired from the happiest place on earth, Disney, and moved in with her
daughter, son-in-law, and grandchildren. These days she spends her time with
family, friends, her four cats, and writing. Email her at tory.richards@yahoo.com;
she loves to hear from readers.
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