Enticing Desires E-Book

Deacon Bock

• Herausgeber: Palimpsest Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Excerpt:

"Why can't we?" Brock Morrison stopped kissing her long enough to ask. "The girls wont be home for hours yet."

Betty forcefully jerked Brock's right hand from between her thighs and clamped her dimpled knees together. "I told you," she reminded him petulantly. "I told you when you came in that Carl would be calling soon-he might call any minute now."

"Fuck Carl," Brock argued, trying vainly to force her thighs apart, "he's halfway across the country, in Chicago. He sure as hell can't see what we're doing over the telephone. Come on, baby, please, I've been dying for your sweet snatch all day. You told me to wait until the girls went back to school from lunch, and we'd fuck for the rest of the afternoon. Come on, I promise to stop when the telephone rings."

"No, darling. I'm just as hot as you are; my pussy is on fire. But we can't-we can't-you know how crazy you make me. You know how fast and hard you make me come. There's no way I could pull myself together to answer the telephone. It's 3:00 p.m., Chicago time, and Carl said they would wind up the reading of the will shortly after noon. He's going to call me immediately when they leave the lawyers' office. That money is too important to both of us to blow it just because you can't wait a few minutes to get your nuts off."

Leseprobe

Enticing Desires

Deacon Bock

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

Enticing Desires

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER ONE

"Why can't we?" Brock Morrison stopped kissing her long enough to ask. "The girls wont be home for hours yet."

Betty forcefully jerked Brock's right hand from between her thighs and clamped her dimpled knees together. "I told you," she reminded him petulantly. "I told you when you came in that Carl would be calling soon-he might call any minute now."

"Fuck Carl," Brock argued, trying vainly to force her thighs apart, "he's halfway across the country, in Chicago. He sure as hell can't see what we're doing over the telephone. Come on, baby, please, I've been dying for your sweet snatch all day. You told me to wait until the girls went back to school from lunch, and we'd fuck for the rest of the afternoon. Come on, I promise to stop when the telephone rings."

"No, darling. I'm just as hot as you are; my pussy is on fire. But we can't-we can't-you know how crazy you make me. You know how fast and hard you make me come. There's no way I could pull myself together to answer the telephone. It's 3:00 p.m., Chicago time, and Carl said they would wind up the reading of the will shortly after noon. He's going to call me immediately when they leave the lawyers' office. That money is too important to both of us to blow it just because you can't wait a few minutes to get your nuts off."

Whatever Brock might have answered was cut off by the shrilling jangling telephone.