“Yes please,” I breathe.
Professor Black pushes me against the door and holds me in place as he snakes one hand under my skirt. He inches his fingers up my inner thigh, stopping at the edge of my lace panties. I hold my breath, waiting for his next move.
“Are you wet for me?” he asks in a raspy tone.
“Yes. Please, I need more.”
He answers my pleas and moves my panties to the side. When his fingers enter me, I cry out from his touch. It feels divine.
“So wet and naughty,” he pants.
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Brady’s breaths are coming out in short puffs too. In a moment of weakness, or complete and utter horniness, I grab my magic wand and switch it on. I place it against my clit and my mouth drops open. I need a release so damn bad. It was on my to-do-list anyway. Let the rationalization begin…
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“Only for you, Professor,” I utter.
“I want you,” he says between kisses. “All of you.”
“Then take me.” I wrap my legs tighter around him and unbuckle his belt. His button and zipper are next. Finally, I have him in my hands. He’s hard and huge.
“I can’t wait anymore.” I give him a couple strokes and line him up to where I need him the most.
“Yes.” His voice is ragged with need, just like mine.
He pushes his hips forward and enters me, filling me completely in one motion. I scream his name in ecstasy. All those times I sat in his class and dreamed of this moment could never compare to how it feels to finally have him inside me.
“I want to see your breasts—take them in my mouth and make you come on my cock.”
He grips my blouse in one hand and yanks it to the side. Buttons fly around us, exposing my bra to his view. He pulls down the cups, freeing my breasts. A second later, my nipple is in his mouth. The sensation of him devouring my body brings me to the edge. I want to fall over, let go, but only with him.
“I’m close. So close,” I mumble as he continues to make love to me.
“Come with me, baby,” he commands. After a couple more strokes, I do.
“Oh. Oh, oh,” I call out as waves of pleasure wash over me.
* * *
As soon as I come, I stop reading. It’s also possible I moaned Brady’s name. There’s silence on the other end of the phone, and I wonder if he’s still there.
“Brady?” I ask quietly. I’ll be humiliated if he hung up on me.
“Cali,” he sounds like he’s catching his breath, “that was hot as fuck. Were your ‘ohs’ for real?”
“Yeah,” I confess to my lapse in judgment. Seriously, what did I think would happen when I went all clit happy? I should’ve known better.
“They were beautiful and everything I needed to hear. You’ve got the Midas touch for me, babe. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome?” I mean, really, what do you say to a guy after he says thanks for…not giving him phone sex exactly, but still getting him off? I’m at a loss, but the leftover bliss makes it somewhat worth it.
“This afternoon, I’m hitting a homerun just for you. I’m going to blow you a kiss when I walk up to bat. Watch for it.”
“I will.”
After we hang up, I finish the book and get a little more mileage out of my pretend boyfriend before the game starts.
True to his word, when Brady steps up to the plate his first time at bat, he blows an air kiss into the wind. The announcers laugh. I swoon. But everyone cheers when he hits the ball out of the park.
Now, time for that nap…and nine-inch dreams.
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Acknowledgments
Penny Reid and Fiona! Thanks for making this entire collection possible. You two amaze me. Hats off to all of the authors who put their WIPs on hold and contributed to this collection and for those who helped shout it from the mountain tops. Jenn Watson, you’re a rock star and got the PR ball rolling in a split second. Thank you! Emma Hart is secretly a webmaster. It took a great team to pull off this cocky celebration. I’m thankful to have been a part of an anthology with such a worthy mission. Keeping our words FREE!
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USA Today bestselling author, Liv Morris, resides on the concrete rock known as Manhattan with her first and hopefully last husband, because he's a keeper.
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A sexy bonus chapter between two best friends (blood-brothers) and one lucky submissive from the popular series Brie’s Submission.
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Her Cocky Russian
A Kinky Ménage
Brie was sunbathing on the beach, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin as she listened to the soothing sound of the waves roll in. She turned her head to the left and stared at Rytsar Durov. He was laid out on his back, eyes closed, soaking up the Californian sun. Her eyes slowly traveled from his muscular chest, and down to his tight swimsuit that effectively showed off his manly assets.
“I can feel your eyes on me, radost moya,” Rytsar said with a smirk, his eyes still closed.
Brie giggled and turned her head to the right. Sir Thane Davis was lying on his stomach, his head resting against his folded arms. Unlike Rytsar, his eyes were open, and he was staring straight at her. The ravenous look in his gaze made her pussy wet.
Biting her bottom lip, Brie turned her head to look up at the bright blue sky. Sir and Rytsar had something planned for her—she could feel it in her bones.
The two experienced Doms kept her constantly on her toes.
She loved being challenged by these two and wondered if today might include Rytsar’s favorite tool or bondage scene or even a dual flogging by both Masters. She shivered in delight at the thought.
Of course, there was always the chance it might be something new she’d never experienced before. Sir and Rytsar were wickedly creative, and they consistently came up with fresh ways to please and test her.
Patience had never been Brie’s strong suit, so she snuck a peek at both men. Sir’s intense gaze was still on her, and now Rytsar’s was, too.
“Téa.”
Brie felt the butterflies start. Sir only used his pet name for her when they were about to scene together. “Yes, Master?”
“Rytsar needs refreshment.”
“Da, I do,” the Russian growled, licking his lips seductively.
Brie smiled. “What would you like, Rytsar?”
“Chilled vodka…and you.”
“I’ll have the same,” Sir stated.
Brie stood up, her heart racing as she bowed to Sir. “If it pleases you, Master.”
She left both men on the beach, walking the short distance to Rytsar’s house. Brie had a soft spot for his beach home. Rytsar had taken her to this place after he’d won her bid at the Submissive Training Center auction. At the time, she’d no idea he spoke English and could understand every word she said.