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Eva Lefoy
“T-tie me up. Bend me over and shove your cock into me so hard I scream. P-please. I need it.”
A wave of dizziness swept through Paul. Geoffrey’s request had him swooning, and they weren’t even in the bedroom yet. He’d had absolutely no idea Geoffrey wanted to be dominated so badly, and the idea fucking turned him on. Cock throbbing, he nevertheless pushed Geoff away slightly. “If that’s what you want, I’ll do it, but we will have a safe word.”
Geoffrey quivered in his arms. Whether from anticipation, or fear because things had gone so horribly wrong the last time he’d asked for what he needed, Paul couldn’t say. This will time will be different. You’re with me, Geoffrey.
“Ice cream. That’s our word,” Geoff blurted out. “Will you please fuck me now?” He leaned in close, pressing their bodies together again, and the armful of warm naked skin made Paul’s head reel once more. Geoffrey’s neediness made his dick ache. I’ve been seduced, I’ve been fucked, but I’ve never been wanted like this.
“Yes.” He took Geoffrey by the hand and hurried toward the bedroom. Once inside, he stripped, and Geoffrey did, too. Naked, Geoffrey got on all fours on the bed, looking expectantly behind him, his gaze pleading. God, had Geoffrey always been like this, or was this submissive streak new and something Brian hadn’t been able to properly handle? Hell, who knows? I’ll ask him later.
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Haley Whitehall
She laughed. Silly man. All men expected something for themselves even if they didn’t admit it. “You need a massage, too. And I’m happy to help.” She paused, working her way from the outside of his shoulders to the middle between his shoulder blades. She had never seen a man so toned. Through his coarse cotton shirt, she felt the definition of every muscle. “Were you praying a minute ago?”
“I guess.” George hesitated and wetted his lip. “I always wish to see my mama again. I don’t even know if she is alive.”
Allison frowned, feeling his pain. For being such a strong man he had a gentle soul—and kind eyes. “I’m sorry about your mama.”
“It’s all right. I know you don’t want to, but I don’t mind sharing my past.”
She took her time massaging his back. His heat nearly burned her fingers, only a little fabric separating them from his skin. Her hands dropped lower, closer to his waist and he sighed. It was tempting to reach around and touch his front, to feel his chest.
As it was, her folds moistened, her body betraying her attraction. This close proximity sent a lightning bolt straight to her core, waking every sleepy nerve. She stopped before she caved and took it too far. Lying on her side next to him, his chest was less than an inch from her back. He didn’t touch her, but Lord she wished he did.
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Shiloh Saddler
Unbridled lust gleamed in the captain’s eyes and yet Kojo wasn’t terrified. It made him feel alive, wanted. Under the man’s predatory gaze, Kojo’s cock thickened, straining against the confines of his breechcloth. No man had looked at him or touched him like that before. And he liked it.
The captain smiled, the harshness in his eyes easing by a fraction
Kojo’s cheeks burned
One of the catchermen laughed, peering at Kojo’s loins
The heat in Kojo’s cheeks spread throughout his whole body. He lowered his gaze, staring at his feet.
The captain shouted at the laughing man and he shut up.
The muscular white man guarding him started arguing with the captain. Kojo didn’t know what they were saying, but the man pointed at him. The captain must have told the man to guard another section of slaves, because his guard changed.
Returning his attention to Kojo, he tipped up his chin as if to tell him not to be ashamed. Then he slipped his fingers around the sacred bead hanging on a piece of leather from his neck. Kojo figured the man was going to cut it off with the small knife hanging in a sheath on his belt. But he didn’t.
The captain’s hand barely brushed his chest as he let go of the bead. The contact was so light Kojo wondered if he had imagined it. Gooseflesh rose on his arms. Then he was gone, leaving him alone with his strange, unmet desires.
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