The Devil Made Me Do It

Midnight Snack

Something scared the shit out of me. I had no idea what it was, but it made me sit straight up in bed and listen for a long time before I was able to think about going back to sleep. I chalked it up to just a bad dream and lay back down beside my wife. She was turned on her side away from me so I draped my arm around her waist and pressed my nose into her shoulder. The scent of something warm and sweet drifted up from her skin and I inhaled slowly. Mmm…


vanilla…and some kind of tangy fruit I couldn‘t identify.

Damn. Now I was hungry.

Moonlight streamed through the arched bedroom window, lighting my way to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and stared into the mostly empty space. There was some leftover pizza in a Domino‘s box, some cheese in the dairy drawer, and some yogurt cups scattered across the bottom shelf. Nope. Not in the mood for any of that.

What was I craving? Something sweet. I opened the fridge again. Dammit, my Twix bar was long gone. I fumbled around in the pantry and found some honey.

Mmm…that sounded good, but I couldn‘t find anything to put it on.

This was getting irritating. I knew what I wanted but I just couldn‘t name it. Sweet, hot, moist, sticky….

Then I figured it out. I wasn‘t hungry for food. I was hungry for woman.

Emma loves to sleep. She can fall asleep almost anywhere, on the couch, in the car, on a hard floor.

But she hates being woken up. I‘ve learned to leave her wherever she goes to sleep rather than risk her wrath. I have also learned never to wake her up for

sex. It‘s not that she doesn‘t want me. She‘s a wildcat in bed (or any other place we happen to be when the mood strikes us), but once she falls asleep…forget it.

I gave up on my midnight snack and crawled back into bed. Emma hadn‘t moved at all so I snuggled up behind her, arm around her waist, chin on her shoulder. I love looking at her. Her hair is sandy blonde with a few streaks of gray she calls her ?Lily Munster look.‘ Her hazel eyes change from green to brown depending on the light and what she‘s wearing.

They change with her mood, too. They get dark green when she‘s aroused, whether she‘s pissed or passionate. I like them both ways.

Our kids are old enough to know they need to knock on our bedroom door before they can come in, so we‘ve gone back to sleeping naked every night. I love looking at her naked. She has a woman‘s body; soft and curved in all the right places. Emma wished she had a few less curves, but I don‘t complain. Her breasts fit right in the palm of my hand. They‘re so damn soft I can‘t keep my hands off of them. She doesn‘t understand my fascination with them. I tried to explain it to her but words failed me.

And then there‘s that warm moist spot between her thighs. Definitely want more than my hands in there. I love the way she sighs when I slide my fingers down and around that wet pink stuff. She‘s just so much fun to play with. I like to tease her, pinching and pulling and poking, giving her goose bumps while she whimpers and begs for more.

Emma sighed and wiggled her butt into my groin.

Oh yeah…here it comes. No doubt about it. That simple, innocent move left me with a boner I just had to do something with. But I know better than to wake her up. I wondered how much I could get away with while she was sleeping.

All on its own (I swear) my hand slid up her ribs and cupped her breast. She moaned and snuggled closer to me, trapping my erection between her butt and my thighs. As I moved away, she rolled on her

back, tossing an arm above her head, spreading out like a feast on a banquet table. Under the blanket, her thighs slid apart. I watched her squirm while my thumb stroked her nipple. I could picture her pink lower lips getting swollen and juicy. Oh damn, was I ever hungry. Maybe, if I took just a few nibbles at a time, she would wake up gently and indulge me.

Slowly, I pulled the blankets down to her knees, waited to see if she would wake up, then I lay between her legs and started eating my midnight snack.

Sweet, hot…oh yeah…just what I was in the mood for. I licked her pink flesh carefully at first, avoiding my favorite morsel until her appetite matched mine.

She moaned in her sleep, spreading her legs more. I kept licking. Moist, sticky…instead of satisfying my craving, her sleep-muddled response fueled my hunger. Nibble nibble, lick lick, slurp, suck. I stayed low, away from her * so I could savor her fleshy fruit a while longer before she woke up and scolded me.

She took a bath before she went to bed, and the scent of her vanilla bath oil mixed with the musky, animal scent of her body. It was a combination that just about drove me into a feeding frenzy. I restrained myself only by keeping my eyes fixed on her face, watching for signs of awareness. Her lips parted and she let out a loud moan. I stopped. She hissed and raised her hips to my mouth, but her eyes were still closed. I uncurled my tongue and touched it to her *. Her small gasp sounded huge in our quiet bedroom. I pulled my tongue back, waiting, watching her fingers clench and her hips twist. My tongue touched her again. Her back arched and came off the bed. Once again, I waited. Once again, my tongue met her flesh. Her eyes opened and she lifted her head, looking straight at me. I met her gaze and held it as I closed my mouth over her *, suckling hard.

Her head hit the pillow with a soft thump, and she twisted and moaned in my grasp, but she didn‘t stop me. Determined to finish what I started, I stuck two

fingers into her, crooking them forward, beckoning her to come.

She did.

I love watching her orgasms. Her body contracted—

her fingers curled, her toes curled, her knees bent, and then she stretched—her neck, her back, her legs.

Just when I thought she was about to be torn apart, she released a wailing moan that sent chills down my spine. I shivered, barely hanging on to my control.

Emma collapsed on the bed and whimpered, hair tossed, legs spread. I crawled on top of her. She didn‘t protest. I grasped her chin in my fingers and turned her flushed face toward me. Deep green eyes glittered in the dark. My god, she was too beautiful to resist. I swooped down and took her, plunging into her like a starving man into a hot meal.

Entering my wife is a sensation almost too good to bear. It‘s a struggle to maintain control long enough to get inside her and enjoy her. But once I made it through the intense tingle, I felt her soft, warm pleasure envelope me in its snug embrace.

Oh yes. This is what I hungered for. I am always amazed by how perfectly we fit together, like hand in glove. Her smooth perfect thighs clenched my waist, rousing me from the tingly bliss I was losing my mind in. I groaned and pressed forward, and when her hips came off the bed to press back, I knew she was awake and as hungry as I was. I planted my knees and thrust into her, feeling my cock stretch and tighten as I penetrated her, that teasing tickle as I withdrew.

She shifted underneath me, and I thought my eyes were gonna pop right out of my head as I sank deeper.

I raised myself up on my hands so we could grind our hips together, pressing and rubbing hard, moving flesh against flesh without moving apart. When her breath started coming in short gasps, I knew I was rubbing her in the right place, in exactly the right way. She flung her arms above her head, and I not only got to watch her orgasm; I got to feel it, too. Her body contracted harder than I expected, taking me to

that fine line between pleasure and pain, just barely remaining on the pleasure side. She released me for a split second of agony, then flirted with that line again and again. I wasn‘t sure how much more I could take.

All the heat in the room rushed through my body and shot through my erection. It took me by surprise and my arms trembled. Another rush of heat knocked me on top of Emma, quivering beneath me. I knew the explosion was coming, and I was powerless to stop it.

My balls tingled—oh yeah—and then my shaft—oh god—and then—Oh Yes! Hard and hot, I pumped into Emma, thinking about how much I loved her, loved doing this with her, and then I couldn‘t think about anything at all. Sated and satisfied, I held her in my arms and dreamed about making love to her all over again.


I didn‘t realize I was crushing Emma, panting in her ear until she squirmed under me.

―Oh, Connor, she sighed as I rolled off her. ―You need to do that more often.

Uh…what? ―I thought you hated it when I woke you up.

―Mmm…. She purred and snuggled into my arms.

―Not when you do it like that. Do you have any idea what it‘s like to wake up with a hot tongue between your legs?

I wouldn‘t mind finding out. ―So, does that mean I can have you for my midnight snack whenever I want? I‘m a guy. I gotta have it spelled out for me.

Besides, my brain was still sparking with sensory overload.

―Help yourself, honey.

I smiled in the dark, but her eyes were drifting shut. ―Oh, I will. I leaned over and stole a kiss from her before she went back to sleep. ―You always make me hungry.



Wicked Games

Melissa was having second thoughts the moment she stepped into the bar, but not about the bar itself.

It was a decent-looking place. Decorated with pictures of cowboys, wild horses, and Native American artwork, the southwestern theme appealed to both the male and female patrons. There was a hint of cigarette smoke in the air mixed with the scent of Tequila, giving the place a heady, lusty atmosphere.

No, her reason for being there was giving her second thoughts. Picking up strange men in bars wasn‘t something Melissa usually did. In fact, she never did it. But tonight was all about doing something unusual, something unlike her. She was playing a part in her favorite fantasy, and she hoped to find a man willing to indulge her. Quickly glancing around the room, she discovered her prospects were limited.

Melissa gnawed her lower lip, trying to decide if she should give up her quest or give it a little more time.

Maybe someone interesting would come in later.

Taking a deep breath, she walked over to the bar and ordered a margarita.

―Whoa! A chorus of groans and begrudging cheers rose around the pool table. ―Great shot, Mac.

A smug smile crossed the lips of the man who made that shot. Brian Mackenzie chalked his pool cue, eyeing the table to line up his next great shot. He leaned over and pulled back the cue. His body went perfectly still and every pair of eyes in the room, especially Melissa‘s, focused on him.

Melissa sucked in her breath and stared at him over the rim of her margarita glass. Her eyes followed the lines of his body, memorizing every fine detail. Up his long legs, lingering on his firm ass, over his strong

shoulders, and down his powerful arms to his long slender fingers. His jaw twitched and his lips drew tight. His blue eyes focused sharply, not on the eight ball, but on its intended destination. Intense concen-tration never looked so sexy.

Crack! Porcelain bounced off porcelain, jumpstart-ing Melissa‘s heart. She didn‘t even see Brian move.

The eight ball banked off one side of the table, then a second, then a third. Smoothly, slowly, it rolled toward the corner pocket and dropped in. A satisfied grin lit up Brian‘s eyes as he met Melissa‘s wide green gaze.

She blushed and took a quick sip of her margarita, hiding behind the wide salted rim.

―Ok, Mac. Another challenger slapped his money on the table. ―You‘re going down.

Brian tore his eyes away from the quiet redhead and smirked. ―Rack ?em up.

If nothing else, Melissa decided, she could spend the evening watching the gorgeous Mr. Mackenzie play pool and be quite satisfied. Oh yes, she sighed as he bent over in front of her, drawing his jeans tight across his backside. Very satisfied.

―Is this seat taken? Not waiting for an answer, a tall blonde man sat on the stool next to her, blocking her view of the pool table.

―Um, no. Giving him a quick once over, Melissa decided this was not the man she was looking for. She peered over his shoulder at the pool table.

―My name is Sam. He smiled and held out his hand. ―And you are?

Not interested, Melissa thought. She so wanted to tell him to get lost but she couldn‘t get up the nerve to do it. ―I‘m Melissa.

―Can I buy you a drink?

May I, she corrected mentally. She was about to say no when a feminine giggle caught her attention.

Glancing past Sam, she spotted her favorite pool player entertaining a busty waitress. Melissa‘s lips turned down just slightly. Apparently, he was out of

the picture. She looked at her new prospect and pasted a bright smile on her face. ―Why not?

Brian smiled at the waitress, but his eyes were on his redhead at the bar. She looked out of place there.

In her knee length skirt, buttoned-up-to-there cardigan, and sensible pumps, she should‘ve been in an office—or a library. But that flame red hair, those emerald green eyes, and those gorgeous round breasts contrasted sharply with her clothes, and he knew she was more than she appeared. He wasn‘t the only guy who suspected as much, unfortunately. His pool buddies ogled her with much less subtlety than he did, and it wasn‘t long before one of them made a move. Brian chuckled under his breath, knowing Sam wasn‘t much of an obstacle. He drew back his pool cue, imagining the eight ball dropping nicely in the side pocket, and took the shot.

Melissa heard the applause from the pool table and knew Brian won again. She wanted to walk over there and give him a victory kiss. Oh, but she couldn‘t do something that bold. Could she?

―I‘ve never seen you in here before. Sam smiled and leaned close to her. ―I certainly would‘ve remembered you.

Lame, lame, lame. Melissa gave Sam a polite smile and took a big drink of her margarita, trying to think of something nice to say to the grinning fool.

―Jesus, Sam. Can‘t you come up with anything better than that? Brian Mackenzie sauntered up to the bar, stopping in front of Melissa and Sam.

Sam spun around so fast he nearly fell off his stool.

―Can you?

Brian smirked and turned his back on Sam, leaning into the small space between him and Melissa. ―You‘re impressed. I can tell. Her big green eyes got even bigger, and he heard her breath catch in her throat.

Yep, he smiled, Sam was long forgotten.

Melissa felt hot, and she knew it wasn‘t the margarita. She looked up into those arrogant blue eyes and wondered what kind of man would stand so close to

her and ask her—no—tell her. ―Impressed with what?

she somehow thought to ask.

―Me.

Well, yes, but she wasn‘t going to tell him that.

―Maybe.

―Maybe nothing. Brian slid his arm across the bar to touch her elbow; his fingers stroking her upper arm like it belonged to him. ―I think–

―I think you‘ve wasted enough of our time. Sam grabbed Brian‘s shoulder, pushing him back as he stood up.

―Don‘t mess with me, Sam, Brian warned.

But Sam wasn‘t as bright as he looked and more drunk than he realized, so Brian‘s warning was ignored. He shoved Brian‘s chest, slamming into a solid wall of muscle and falling to the floor when Brian didn‘t collapse like Sam planned.

Stay down, stay down, stay down, Brian mentally commanded as he watched Sam stand up and prepare to throw a punch. But Brian was faster, throwing a short, powerful jab into Sam‘s jaw that put him on the floor again. ―Stay down, Brian growled. He stepped over the groaning former obstacle and straddled the stool next to Melissa.

―Now I‘m impressed, she breathed.

―I‘m not surprised.

Was he for real? ―You are the most arrogant man I‘ve ever met.

Brian grinned and ordered a beer. ―Yeah I know. It‘s a gift.

She should tell him to take his overconfidence and shove it up his…but there was something oddly appealing and damn sexy about his bravado. That badass smile just curled her toes. ―I suppose you think I should kiss your feet for rescuing me from that loser.


―No. Just a bit higher should do.

Melissa‘s eyes traveled from his boots to his thighs where his hand rested, seeming to point to where he wanted her lips. He laughed when the flush in her cheeks told him he didn‘t need to explain. She slid off

her stool. ―I think I need to…. What? Walk out? Run?

Faint? Fall to her knees and obey his every command?

―Don‘t go baby. He grabbed her arm and sat her back down. ―I won‘t bite.

She looked skeptical.

―Unless you want me to. He smiled, revealing beautiful white dangerous teeth.

Melissa smiled back. ―If you‘re trying to shock me, it didn‘t work. Well, maybe just a little.

―I‘m just being honest. Brian moved close to her, capturing her gaze and holding it. ―I want to sink my teeth into you and feast on your skin, his eyes moved over the hardened peaks evident through her sweater,

―starting right there and finishing…. His gaze slid lower and she felt its heat between her thighs. He met her eyes again—bold, intense—and flashed that promising smile.

Ok, that shocked her. But in such a good way she wanted to crawl into his lap and rip the buttons off her sweater so he could start nibbling right then and there.

―Is that what you need? Brian groaned as he watched her bite her lower lip.

―I…oh, um…. Melissa jumped when Brian slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her off the stool.

His thighs clenched her hips, pulling her snug against his erection.

―Can you feel what I need? he whispered against her lips. He was so close he could have kissed her.

Melissa stood trembling in his intimate embrace, wondering why he didn‘t.

He would kiss her. But not yet, Brian decided. He wanted her to beg for it…and more.

Knowing he wasn‘t going to kiss her, Melissa felt suddenly embarrassed and stepped back. ―Buy me a drink? she said, hoping to turn the conversation casual.

―Sure. But he wasn‘t about to let her off that easy.

―Two Tequila shots, he told the bartender.

Melissa gasped. ―But I was drinking a margarita.



―Not any more. He picked up her hand and turned it palm up. Lifting it to his mouth, he slowly drew his tongue across her wrist.

Melissa knew her body fairly well. She knew what turned her on and what didn‘t. Or she used to. She never knew her wrist was an erogenous zone. Her knees quivered and she sat down while Brian sprinkled salt on her wet skin then licked her again.

Blood rushed through her arm, making her pulse pound under his tongue. With blurry eyes, she watched him pick up the shot glass and down it, pick up the lime wedge and bite it.

―Your turn.

There was a challenge in his tone she couldn‘t refuse. She stared at the saltshaker, considering her options.

Brian got tired of waiting. He licked his upturned forearm and sprinkled salt on it then held it up to Melissa‘s mouth. She closed her eyes and parted her lips. Brian caught his breath as her pink tongue touched his skin. He pictured that tongue wrapping around his cock, and he gritted his teeth as the image hardened his erection further.

Melissa opened her eyes and the room spun around her, but she hadn‘t touched the shot. She picked up the glass and drank it. The potent liquid burned her mouth, bringing tears to her eyes.

―Swallow it, Brian instructed. When she did as she was told, he picked up the lime wedge and slipped it between her lips.

―God, that stuff‘s horrible. Melissa cringed, sucking the lime for relief.

―You‘re not supposed to hold it in your mouth.

Brian couldn‘t help laughing. ―Let it hit the back of your throat and swallow it. You won‘t taste it so much.

―Really? Her stomach was still burning.

―That‘s true for swallowing other things, too. He let her decide what ?other things‘.

Did he really say that or was she already drunk?



Brian ordered two more shots, but Melissa shook her head. ―These are for me. He pushed her hair back over her shoulder and slid his hand behind her neck, licking her just below her ear. Melissa got goose bumps and leaned into him, clutching his arms. She shivered again as he licked the salt from her skin, making quick work of the Tequila and lime. Brian‘s lips curled as he decided where to place the next salt lick.

That smile gave Melissa more goose bumps. Brian reached for her collar and unbuttoned the top three buttons on her sweater. ―Oh, Melissa gasped, hopeful.

Brian held her shoulders and pulled her forward, slipping his tongue into the deep V between her breasts. But once wasn‘t enough, so he licked her again before sprinkling the salt on her. And he had to make sure he got all the salt off, so he licked her hot skin thoroughly, slipping his tongue just under her bra.

―You‘re teasing me, Melissa panted, watching him down the last shot.

―Uh-huh, he grunted, pulling the lime from his mouth and squeezing it over her lips. He held on to the bar to keep from sliding off his stool while he watched her tongue flicker over her lips, licking the tart juice.

He stood up on shaky legs, but it took more than three shots of Tequila to bring him to his knees.

Pulling Melissa off the stool, he fit her body between his legs, tipping her head back to meet his eyes. ―Are you as turned on as I am?

―Oh my god, yes.

Her lips brushed against his, practically begging for a kiss. Brian decided that was close enough and captured her lips, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She tasted tangy and sweet, salty and hot. Her tongue twisted with his, and his knees actually buckled. Brian couldn‘t believe it. She was too much

for him. He held her face in his hands and gently pulled away, nibbling at her lips.

―Let‘s get out of here. Brian pulled her toward the door.

Melissa giggled. ―Your place or mine?

He stopped short, turned, and dragged her into his arms, kissing her. Images of her naked on the floor, legs wrapped around his waist, hips thrusting wildly flashed through his brain, stealing his breath. ―We‘ll be lucky if we make it to my car.

Her reply was a soft moan. ―In that case, give me five minutes to freshen up. She pulled away from him and ran to the ladies room.

―You have three, he called after her. He followed her to the hallway outside the restrooms and waited, checking his watch. After two minutes, he couldn‘t wait any longer. He pushed the door open and found Melissa alone, fixing her lipstick.

Her eyes widened and she spun around. ―What are you doing in here?

Brian quickly surveyed the room. It was surprising-ly clean, dimly lit, with a sturdy vanity that would serve his purposes very well. He grabbed a chair and angled it under the doorknob. There would be no interruptions. He turned to Melissa and lifted her up on the countertop.

―We can‘t– Her breathless protest was cut off by his mouth closing over hers. He swallowed her gasps and groans, pressing her back against the mirror.

He broke the kiss suddenly and leaned back, staring at her with blazing eyes. ―Do you remember what I wanted to do to you? She didn‘t need any more hints when he pulled open her cardigan.

―Oh god, she gasped and arched her back to let him unhook her bra. He swiftly bared her breasts, pausing to admire them, then leaned forward to take one hard nipple between his teeth.

Melissa hissed as he bit down, soothing the painful pleasure with his tongue. But while that ache was

relieved, an even more intense ache burst between her legs. ―Between my legs, she groaned.

―What? Brian lifted his head, staring at the half-naked woman writhing beneath him.

―I want your tongue between my legs.

Brian smiled and returned his mouth to her breasts. ―Don‘t worry, baby, he whispered over her nipple, ―I‘ll get there.


All she could do was wrap her legs around his waist and pull him in tight. But it wasn‘t enough. His merciless tongue and relentless teeth tortured her breasts. If he wasn‘t careful she was going to—oh god—she really was going to come. The wave seized her, arching her back and pushing her breast into his hot mouth. He knew what she needed and ground his erection against her while he bit one nipple and pinched the other. Brian nearly came himself when she dug her heels into his thighs, twisting and moaning. He kissed her battered nipples as she caught her breath.

―Don‘t think I‘m finished with you yet. Oh no. He had plans for her. So. Many. Devious plans.

Melissa whimpered.

Brian slid his hands under her skirt, frowning when he discovered her silky stockings were waist-high pantyhose. But at least that was all she was wearing, he noticed as his fingers explored between her spread thighs. He hiked her skirt up to her waist, exposing the wet black nylon. That sight, not the Tequila, brought him to his knees.

He closed his eyes and inhaled the musky sweet scent of her. His head swam, and when he opened his eyes, the damp spot spread outward, seeping through the fabric. Grinning like a little boy with a new toy, Brian puckered his lips and blew a pointed breath at the wet panel. Melissa squealed, wriggling on the countertop. Then he opened his mouth wide and breathed heat in that same spot, drawing a deep sigh from the woman he was taking such delight in tormenting. The dampness increased and he couldn‘t

resist touching it, tracing his fingertip along the seam of her pantyhose from top to bottom.

―Yes, Melissa sighed, ―oh yes. More. Please. Mooor-rre—

He traced the outline of her p-ssy, lip to lip, fold to fold, curiously fingering the pink flesh as if he was the first to discover it. But touching it wasn‘t enough. He wanted to taste it. He wanted to taste her, eat her, and devour her. His tongue followed his finger. Down and around. Over and back again. Tasting a woman always drove him crazy, but this woman—her taste, her texture, her scent—this woman was driving him legally insane. Melissa‘s entire body tensed, her hips shifting down toward his mouth. But neither of them could get enough.

He twisted the flimsy material in his fist, poked a finger through, and ripped it straight down the middle. Now he could feast on her the way he wanted to. Brian‘s tongue touched her naked flesh, swirling and stroking. He opened his mouth and swallowed every morsel he could get, sucking the juicy bits like candy.

Melissa never felt so hot in her entire life. Her cheeks blazed, sweat beaded between her breasts and behind her knees. Seeing Brian on his knees, his face between her legs, his nose buried in her pubic curls was almost as erotic as what he was doing down there. Hot tongue flicks tormented her swollen *, lingering just enough to make her think relief was coming soon, but just when she was ready to climax, that devilish tongue moved on, leaving her in agony.

Poking and probing her, oh yes that felt good, but dammit when was he going to—ah! Without warning, he returned to her aching nub, teasing it back to another kind of agony…the kind that could only end in pure bliss.

―Yes, just like that. Melissa knew he didn‘t like being instructed, but he couldn‘t go on torturing her that way. Could he?



Brian knew a woman‘s body better than most men and a lot of women did. He knew how much Melissa could take. He knew if he licked her just a little bit longer then sucked her right there….

―Please!

Her desperate cry blew away his resolve. Brian closed his mouth over her * and sucked hard, holding her thighs to keep her from leaping off the counter.

The orgasm took her by surprise. She didn‘t feel it coming, and she was in no way prepared for its intensity. Her mouth fell open, but she didn‘t make a sound. She couldn‘t call his name or any other words.

She couldn‘t even gasp. All thought fled her mind and all she could do was feel.

Brian stood up while Melissa caught her breath. As he unzipped his jeans, she reached for him, sliding off the counter to kneel between his legs. Her hand slid inside his pants, and she smiled when she touched his naked erection. That orgasm was still rocking through her, and she was eager to do the same to him.

―I want you in my mouth.

He hissed, watching her tongue flicker over his swollen head. ―Not this time. Brian caught her shoulders and pulled her to her feet.

―Why not?

He pressed his lips against her ear. ―You‘re not that kind of girl, remember?

Melissa blushed and pulled her hand out of his pants. ―Oh, right.

―But I‘m that kind of guy. His lips curled in an absolutely evil smile. ―And I am going to f*ck you, he growled, ―three ways. Hard, fast, and continuously.

―Oh! Those words alone almost gave her another orgasm.

Brian spun her around and bent her forward over the vanity. Wrestling free of his jeans, he shoved her skirt out of the way and ripped apart what was left of her pantyhose. Melissa‘s bare upturned bottom met his erection, and he thrust hard between her thighs,

grinding against the warm wet heat. Angling upward, he thrust deep inside, nearly lifting her off her feet.

Melissa gasped and braced her hands on the countertop. She lifted her head and looked into the mirror, captivated by the erotic image they created. She barely recognized herself. Her conservative cardigan was pulled wide open, and her practical bra was pushed up to her shoulders, leaving her breasts free to bounce with Brian‘s every thrust. Loose curls danced wildly around her face, caressing her flushed cheeks. Her plain wool skirt bunched up around her waist and her shredded pantyhose stretched across her parted thighs, leaving her completely exposed. A low moan drew her eyes to Brian‘s reflection. Head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, Brian groaned between his teeth, driving into her with no intention of slowing down.

Seeing his ecstasy so clearly displayed on his face was too much for Melissa to bear. She closed her eyes and turned her face away from the mirror.

Brian felt her move. He slid one hand into her hair and gently turned her head. ―Watch me, baby. Watch what I‘m doing to you.

Their eyes met in the mirror, and Melissa watched his eyes drift over her to fix on the spot where their bodies joined. Gazing between her legs, Melissa saw Brian‘s thighs flexing, slamming against hers.

Fascinated, she looked closer and saw his shaft thrusting between her lips, wet and shiny. A tingle fluttered in her breasts, spreading through her limbs as she stared.

A smug smile crossed Brian‘s lips. She was enjoying the show. Good. Maybe she‘d appreciate a little more exhibition. He pulled his cock out and slid it forward, grinning at her startled gasp when the head thrust between her lips, bursting into sight. Slowly grinding over her *, he leaned close to her and whispered,

―Do you like that, baby?

―Oh yes. She closed her eyes and pressed back against him.

―Look in the mirror, he commanded.



Melissa obeyed. She watched him draw circles over her swollen flesh, gasping when he pulled back as if to enter her, teasing her and then sliding forward again.

―Which do you like better? he asked. He met her eyes in the mirror to make sure she saw what he was doing. ―In? His cock slid inside her…long, slow, and deep.

Melissa moaned.

―Or out? Pulling out, he pushed forward through the wet pink folds, teasing her *.

Melissa whimpered.

Brian demonstrated her choices again. Inside, outside. Deep, shallow. Long and slow or short and quick. And then he repeated.

Watching him stroking her and feeling it at the same time was just too much. Her eyes fixed on their reflection, burning the image into her brain. The head of his cock rubbed her *, hard and tingling. Her wet p-ssy swallowed his shaft, hot and slick. ―I can‘t decide.


―Then I will. With one quick thrust, he was deep inside her, and Melissa was thrilled with his choice.

Then his fingers slipped between her thighs, massaging the neglected bud. She cried out and arched back, standing up against him. Brian wrapped his arm across her shoulders and held her there, staring into the mirror. Pressing his palm against her *, he held her lips apart so he could see exactly where he entered her. Shuddering, he watched her warm moist flesh suck his shaft in then cling to it as he pulled out. This was better than any porno movie.

Brian quickened his pace, building the friction between them. Melissa thrust down on his erection, spreading her legs to drive him deeper. A surge of heat roared through them, igniting where their bodies met.

Flames engulfed them, licking their tormented flesh, feeding the inferno until it was simultaneously quenched, leaving them weary and trembling.

Sated, satisfied, Brian and Melissa rested against each other. ―The pantyhose were a nice touch, Brian

murmured as he nuzzled her neck, meeting her eyes in the mirror.

Melissa smiled. ―I knew they‘d be easy to rip. She turned in his arms and kissed him. He tried to zip up his jeans but he had to move her stroking hand first.

―Wait till we get home, honey.

―Only if you promise to let me go down on you.

Melissa pulled up his zipper, sliding her hand over his bulging crotch along the way. ―We‘ll be lucky if I can wait until we get in the car.

Brian winced, fighting the urge to give in. ―I don‘t think so.

―Please, she whispered against his lips. ―I want you.

Oh, why the hell not? ―As you wish.

She smiled and kissed him, demonstrating what she could do with her tongue until he couldn‘t take it any more and gently pushed her away.

Brian started buttoning her sweater. ―You played your role very well, little miss innocent.

―So did you, she purred, ―bad boy.

―You liked that, huh? Brian grinned.

―Oh yes.

―Me too. I spend too much time being nice.

―I could tell you enjoyed being bad tonight. Melissa adjusted her skirt, but her pantyhose hung loose below the hemline. Brian was trying to figure out what to do about it when she decided to just go without and flung them into the trashcan.

Someone knocked on the restroom door, but Brian ignored it, lifting his wife‘s skirt. ―Do you wanna play bad boy meets bad girl?

―Oh baby, a smile worthy of the baddest bad girl lit up Melissa‘s eyes. ―You‘re so good at playing wicked games.