Now Or Never (Erotic Romance) Book 2 (The DeLuca Brothers) Read Free Page A

worked open her pants. She shifted her stance as Anthony's hand moved
lower, sliding beneath the soft cotton, his skin cool against hers.
    He pressed
his mouth against her ear. “My fingers are cold, but I bet you're nice and warm
inside.”
    She gasped as
he parted her folds. Her own skin had been cool enough that there hadn't been
much of a temperature difference on her stomach. Between her legs, however, the
contrast was drastic. His fingers probed at her, rubbing over her clit until
she was shivering, and only partly from the cold.
    “I want you
to cum for me.” His breath puffed hot against her ear. “Cum right here, with
people all around us. I want you to cum while we stand here, my fingers in your
pussy, knowing that, at any moment, someone could figure out what we're doing.”
He pushed his fingers into her tight channel and she sunk her teeth into her
bottom lip. “Cum for me.”
    Cecile shuddered
as she came. She slid her fingers lower, letting the heel of her palm press
against her clit. The pressure made her orgasm spike and she cried out. Her
back arched as she dipped her fingers into her sopping pussy. Her jeans pressed
her hand tight against her, not giving her the room to thrust her digits into
her cunt, forcing her to keep the movements shallow. The friction made her
writhe, bucking up against her hand as sounds spilled from her mouth.
    They'd been
fucking for hours, in more positions and ways than she'd imagined possible. His
hands holding her head against his crotch, his cock deep in her throat. His
mouth on her pussy, tongue licking her from ass to clit. Face to face, their
bodies pressed together until they couldn't tell where one of them began and
the other one ended. Her on top, breasts bouncing as she rode him. Him behind
her while she was on all fours, his body curling over hers as he rapidly thrust
into her. His finger in her ass as he pushed her flat on the bed and slammed
into her. Her ankles crossed behind her neck, body bent nearly in two. She'd
lost count of the number of times she'd climaxed, knowing only that her throat
was sore as much from screaming as it was from his dick. Her muscles were lax
and her pussy sore. Her jaw ached from being stretched wide around his cock,
her ass throbbing from his fingers. Still, she wanted more. She wanted to taste
him again, feel him filling her. She could never get enough.
    Cecile fell back
on the couch, breath coming in pants. Her hand was still in her pants, her bra
barely hanging on her shoulders. She opened her eyes. While not as satisfying
as having actual sex, at least she'd gotten rid of most of the tension that
she'd had all day. After all, that had been the whole point of her going to the
bar: stress relief. She'd moved in just three days ago and would be starting
her new job in the morning. She'd needed to get her mind off of her nerves.
Fantasies of Anthony had definitely managed that. Once her heart rate had
returned to normal, she stood. Maybe a shower before eating was a good idea.
Shower, then food, then sleep. That sounded good.
     She fell asleep
as soon as her head hit the pillow, her dreams full of dark eyes and calloused
hands. She could almost feel his touch, smell the subtle cologne he'd been
wearing, something spicy and rich that had been just enough to make her want to
move closer. She woke when her alarm went off, her panties wet and her body
thrumming. It had taken all of her self-control not to try to get herself off
in the shower. She just kept reminding herself that she couldn't be late on her
first day.
    She towel dried
her long hair and pinned it up, hoping that it made her look more mature. She'd
kept everything simple. Minimal make-up that consisted of just foundation and
lip gloss. Black dress slacks, a plain white blouse and a specially cut black
jacket. The shoes were ugly, but sensible. While the outfit wasn't exactly
unflattering, it was designed more for practicality than looks. The shoes were
made for walking