Christine McKay Mysteries & Magick (pdf)

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that sloped to the clearly defined muscles of his abdomen.
She immediately reached for his pants but he grasped her hands, checking her
motion. The noise out of her mouth was part snarl part moan. He chuckled. Patience.
We have all the time in the world.
You might, but I don t.
Indulge me. There ll be plenty of tomorrows. Michael took a step back and pulled
a CD from his coat pocket. Music?
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Plucking it from his fingertips, she placed it in her player. An orchestra erupted
from her speakers.
Dance with me, he urged.
Her arms moved of their own accord, circling his neck. She pressed herself tight
against him, feeling the warmth of his chest through the thin layer of her dress
separating them. Her breasts were impossibly heavy, her nipples little daggers trying to
spear through the fabric. He spun her around the room.
He wanted her as badly as she did him. She could feel his erection pressed against
her. When he spun her away from him, she could clearly see it as well. His black dress
pants molded to his movements.
Hugged close again, her hands roved over the tight crest of his ass. He dipped her
over his arm, arching her back. His lips descended to her nipple and he suckled at her
breast, the sheer fabric barrier taunting her. When he brought her upright she trailed
her hands down the length of his body until she reached his pants. She needed to touch
him, to prove to herself that she was really going through with this.
She kneaded his full erection. Supper or the bedroom?
His lips descended on hers. Bedroom.
Somewhere along the way he lost the rest of his clothes. Save for her panties, so did
she.
She pulled him onto her bed. Flipping them over, she straddled his hips. I ve
decided I don t want to have sex. Let s lie here and read poetry instead. She ground
herself against him, feeling the wet fabric of her panties stretch as he sought entry.
He cupped her mons, slid to tease her nub with the tip of his finger. She was left
breathless. You read, I ll listen.
She leaned back, rubbing his erection against the valley of her ass while she
wiggled out of her panties. He groaned softly. Then she was straddling him again. I
really want to fuck you. She put her hand over her mouth. Did I say that out loud?
Michael s smile was wide and unworried. I m not going to argue with you.
Well, then, what are we waiting for? She pierced herself with his shaft.
Engulfing him all at once drove her immediately to the fine line between pleasure
and pain. It wasn t his length although he was more than adequate in that department
but his width that presented a challenge.
With a groan, he reached for her breasts, kneading them in his hands. Her nipples
rested in his cupped palms, rubbing against the smooth surface while he stretched and
teased the sensitive skin around them. She leaned over him, taunting him with her
breasts. He arched up, trying to seize a nipple between his lips. She held herself just out
of reach until he put a hand on her back and bent her forward. The sucking action made
her catch her breath. Her insides clenched around his shaft. She closed her eyes, letting
the sensations envelop her.
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Pulling back, she spun slowly until her ass faced his head and she, his feet. She lay
flat on top of him, letting him stroke the muscles in her calves. His leg hairs tickled her
oversensitive skin as she moved in a relaxed rhythm.
The doorbell rang. Beneath her, Michael froze.
She smiled. I invited someone else. I hope you don t mind.
His exotic musk enveloped her a moment before she heard his quiet laughter. My,
my, what do we have here? Deacon stood in her doorway, her dress dangling from
one hand. Isn t this an interesting variation? You continue to astound me. Don t quit.
His gaze shifted to Michael. Hello, Mr. Carrigan.
Deacon, Michael acknowledged.
The bed bent and shifted and then Deacon s hands gripped her waist. She almost
climaxed right there.
Now that would be impolite, wouldn t it? Deacon said in a low voice. Invite me
to the party and then orgasm prematurely? His finger played at the edge of her anus,
sliding around the tight circle. She tried not to clench, tried instead to relax. After all,
she d invited him.
What would happen if she brought out the third? She found herself thinking selfish
thoughts, not willing to share Scott with anyone else, male or female. He was hers and
he belonged in her world. These men, presences foreordained by Sissy or her own
psychotic mind, could never measure up. She was connected to them by web-spun
strands of lust. Her connection to Scott was reinforced by a thousand tender acts until
the thread binding them had become diamond strong. Why was she substituting two
men s attentions for the one she craved?
Then Michael began a slow rhythm beneath her, drawing her attention to him. Her
thoughts fled, replaced by sweet pulling sensations. Deacon poured a warm fluid down
her back. It puddled in the dip of her spine, just before the swell of her hips. Deacon
dunked two fingers in the pool and slid them through the valley of her ass, easing them
into her anus.
She whimpered, grinding herself against Michael s thick shaft. She didn t know
who to focus on, the slow steady build of heat Michael was kindling inside her or the
new sensations Deacon was stirring with his gentle plundering. Then Deacon s fingers
were replaced by the head of his penis and she shattered right there.
Her breath caught in her throat, the orgasm swift and fierce. Every muscle in her
body twitched and fought and wrenched. But neither Michael nor Deacon were content
to let her recover from the onslaught.
Michael continued with his slow rhythm, building the storm again. Flicks of
lightning seized her muscles. Tremors of thunder filled her ears. Somehow Deacon had
slid more of himself into her. She felt completely full, her body stretched to its limit.
Deacon pressed himself against her back, wrapping his arms around her so he could
play with her engorged breasts.
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The room was filled with small whimpering noises and she realized they were
coming from her mouth. Oh God, she whispered. Her muscles tightened around
Michael s shaft, each contraction making her more aware of Deacon s slow assault as
well. Then Michael exploded beneath her, sending her body into a fresh wave of
spasms. He clenched her calves, pressed his lips to her ankle and moaned against them.
The low note vibrated through her body.
Deacon was not to be forgotten. He leaned back, put one arm under her stomach,
picked her up and pivoted her to face Michael.
Michael s eyes were shut. When he opened them, the blue overwhelmed her,
drowning her inner demons. She sucked in a breath of air and still couldn t breathe.
Their lips met and Michael s hands found her breasts. Deacon repositioned himself,
then slowly slid back into her. Her unused muscles and nerves shrilled, walking the
fine pleasure-pain line until she felt she was a single throbbing sensation, not a pitiful
creature trapped by muscle, bone, and flesh.
Michael scooted a bit lower, catching one of her breasts in his mouth. His tongue
licked a slow path around her areola. Her nipple contracted, impossibly tight. He
paused, rubbing the tight nub between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned. Behind
her, Deacon picked up the pace.
Look at me, Jessie, Michael urged.
She kept her eyes shut.
His hand crept to her wetness, found her supersensitive nub and began to flick
across it. She whimpered.
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