Secretly

December Ink

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 9,067
1 Ratings (4.0)

Three tales of hidden wants, desires and needs. A mini anthology of erotic stories that explore the secret urges and games of three couples. Reader Warning: Explicit sex, language, BDSM, spanking, m/m, Femdom and more.

Secretly
1 Ratings (4.0)

Secretly

December Ink

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 9,067
1 Ratings (4.0)
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And that became our game.

The next time was when he became particularly rambunctious on the back deck. Spring had finally warmed the air and we were sipping sweet wine in our deck chairs. My gauzy dress and strappy sandals were too much for him to bear and he began to rub my thighs through the fragile fabric. His hands slid up and down my legs, brushing so close to the apex where I wanted them. His long fingers just inches from the place where I was starting to burn for him. I wanted his fingers inside of me, deep in my cunt. His mouth on my clit. I wanted him to fuck me right there on the chaise lounge out in the warm spring breeze.

It was getting dark and the lightning bugs were out. Twinkling lights dancing in the deep blue night.

“No, Will, don’t fuck me out here. People may see,” I said softly and that was all it took.

He climbed over me, shoving at my dress. Going at me with mouth and tongue and fingers until I lost my composure and yanked at his jeans. I pulled at him, roughly. I wanted it rough. I don’t know why.

I yanked and pulled at him, bit at his neck as he growled in my ear. I wanted him to fuck me mindlessly and mercilessly right there in the open with the houses all aglow in the neighborhood. People in their homes with their secrets, going on about their business, while we fucked on the deck. I imagined neighbors at their windows. The college boys watching and stroking their cocks while Will’s cock abused me. All the nasty particulars flashed in my mind as I tugged at him.

My dress bunched around my waist, my panties flung aside, I spread my thighs for him and pulled him close.

“I hate you,” I said. The complete opposite of what I meant. “I don’t want you. I don’t need you. Get off of me.”

And he plunged into me, biting at my shoulder as I squirmed.

“I hate you more,” he said, banging into me. He captured my nipple in his mouth and sucked so hard my breath tore out of me. He held himself steady on my hips. His fingers biting into my skin to the point of pain. The pain shot me higher. When he bit me again I pushed at him. Pushing him away with my hands and at the same time bucking my hips up to meet him. Anything to get his cock deeper into me. Anything to get that high that was tumbling toward me like a falling star.

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