Pushing The Limits: Erotica Big Bundle

By Coyote Rose

Pushing the limits!

Thirty-six quick and dirty stories from erotica author Coyote Rose, all guaranteed to make you hot, wet, and happy. These ladies and men know how to enjoy the finest of pleasures - each other!

Genre: m/f erotica

Length: 41,000 words

• Language: English
• Publisher: ButtonFly Books
• Release date: Mar 6, 2015
• ISBN: 9781507017203

Book preview

Anticipation

I stood at the screen door, waiting, watching, and growing more excited with each passing moment. Dell would be here soon and it was all I could think about. I had showered and shaved and slipped into a pair of cut-off denim shorts and a thin, pink t-shirt, one of his favorite outfits. I wanted him to know how much I valued our stolen moments.

Off in the distance I saw a cloud of dust. That was what I’d been waiting for. He was in his old truck, kicking up dust as he raced toward my farmhouse.

My heart beat faster and I realized I was literally aching for his touch. I licked my lips knowing I would soon taste his sweet kisses. My nipples were already stiff and making little points in the thin fabric just at the thought of his touch. Between my legs, that itch was growing, spreading like wildfire upward and outward. I squeezed my thighs together and forced my hands to stay where they were.

The cloud of dust grew larger and closer and, unable to stop myself; I stepped out onto the wooden porch that ran the length of my house. I was only vaguely aware of the splintered wood beneath my bare feet. My knees were so weak, I wanted to sink down into one of the rockers there but I remained standing, my back against the wall.

Dell’s truck skidded to a stop just short of my front steps. He opened the door and stepped out. My breath caught in my throat when he spotted me and he began to smile. He stopped at the foot of the steps, just gazing up at me out from under his cowboy hat. And then he shook his head.

I squirmed and realized he probably knew I was already wet for him.

He mounted the steps slowly, one at a time, his boots making little clunking sounds on the old wood. I wasn’t the only woman in town who thought he was a handsome man. He had broad shoulders that narrowed into a slim waist and he filled out his jeans just right. But the other ladies in town didn’t know what I knew.

Finally, he reached me, stepped up close and placed a hand on the wall on either side of me. Afternoon, Ma’am, he said with that slow drawl that I love.

Sheriff, I responded.

You might be under arrest, he said, his blue eyes twinkling.

Have I broken the law? I asked, my words almost a gasp.

Looking like you do ought to be illegal, he said, taking off his hat.

Before I could respond, he was kissing me; the only parts of our bodies that touched were our lips. I moaned softly as his tongue darted between my lips, teasing me.

Coffee, Sheriff? I asked, when we came up for air. My voice trembled slightly.

Later, he said, his voice hoarse. But I’d like to come inside.

I turned and led the way inside. Once we were in the kitchen, he caught me from behind and pulled me back against him. His cock was a steel rod pressed against my bottom and he cupped my breasts with both hands. Hot lips found the back of my neck and he kissed and licked his way around to my ear lobe.

Turning in his arms, I pressed my body against his, clinging to his broad shoulders like a drowning victim. You gonna arrest me right here in the kitchen, Sheriff? I asked, after we’d shared another long, deep kiss.

Probably, he said, already pushing my t-shirt up to reveal my bare breasts.

His mouth was hot on my nipples, his busy tongue bringing them to even stiffer peaks. Unbuttoning my shorts, he pushed them down and I wiggled so they would fall to the floor. I barely had time to step out of them before he was on his knees in front of me, licking his way up my thighs.

Oh, I gasped. My pussy was already loose and moist.

Dell used his fingers to spread my slippery, freshly shaved lips. He made a soft sound of pleasure and then his magical tongue went to work again. Moments after that, I was a quivering, helpless mass of female flesh, holding onto his bobbing head, afraid I might fall down. I called his name when my climax took over and I was still saying it when I returned to reality.

And then he picked me up and sat me on the sturdy wooden table that dominated my kitchen. We kissed again and I licked his wet face while he unbuckled his belt and pushed his clothes down out of the way. I wrapped my fingers around his dick. It was thick and long and so hot. It throbbed against my fingers as I stroked it, loving the way his pre-come dribbled from the tip.

Fuck me, I whispered, lying back on the big table and spreading my legs wide for him.

Dell didn’t have to be asked twice. He moved into position, primed me with two fingers until I was moaning steadily and then guided his cock into place. He entered me with one long, smooth stroke, slid his hands up underneath me and grabbed my ass.

Hot, he muttered, sweat beading on his upper lip. He pulled out about half of his length and thrust forward again. Tight.

Just for you, Sheriff, I told him, squeezing him with my strong muscles. Just for you.

It wasn’t long before we were moving together steadily, faster and faster. The wet sound of flesh on flesh filled the kitchen and mingled with our guttural hisses and grunts – the music of our secrets. My orgasm rose, crested and subsided. Then Dell worked his hips in a wicked circle, grinding my clit between us, thrilling me beyond words.

Finally, after teetering on the edge for what seemed an eternity, my climax hit. I wrapped my legs around Dell, my pussy pulsing and fluttering around his pistoning cock. Then I heard his low groan of release and his cock exploded inside of me, his hot load filling me to overflowing.

We stayed together like that for a long time, simply looking at each other, allowing ourselves to return to reality slowly. His cell sounded, the familiar ring tone of the sheriff's office filling the kitchen.

Damn, he muttered.

I laughed. A sheriff's work is never done.

He was still zipping up his jeans when he answered the phone. He began to frown. By the time I was dressed, he was barking orders, telling his dispatcher that he wanted all of his deputies on the scene, even if they were off duty.

Bus load of tourists wrecked out on 240. Maybe fatalities, he explained.

I filled a thermos with coffee and handed it to him. Be safe, I whispered.

Kissing him warmly, I sent my husband off to work for the second time that morning.

After Dark

Standing on the back porch with both hands on the railing, I heard the back door open. The hinges squealed. I was just about to remind my husband of yet another thing he needed to fix on our old house when I felt a hand on my waist. Coming up close behind me, he lifted my hair with one hand and kissed the back of my neck. Then he pressed his body against mine and I realized he was rock hard, ready for action.

How could that be? We’d just had an argument about...something. With him snuggling up so close behind me, I couldn’t even remember what it was about.

I shivered when the tip of his tongue made little circles over to my ear. He nibbled the lobe tenderly. I turned in his arms, arguments and his long list of chores forgotten. Sliding my hands up his arms and across his broad shoulders, I lifted my face so he could kiss me. I was only vaguely aware that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. His lips brushed mine tenderly at first and then deepened. Desire raced through me as he teased me with his tongue.

I caught his hands and guided them to my breasts, knowing he could feel my stiff nipples through the thin fabric of my tank top. He worked a thigh between my legs and I straddled it, feeling a flood of warmth between my legs. My husband broke the kiss, whispered my name and then licked his way down my neck. That warmth was spreading quickly and I moaned and humped his thigh.

He pulled my tank top up, exposing my breasts to the cool, night air which made my nipples even harder. His hot mouth covered first one and then the other; that tongue busy as always. At the same time, he cupped my bottom with both hands, pulling me even harder against him. 

When he licked his way down my belly and tugged my shorts open, I took my top off and wiggled so that my shorts would fall down. He rubbed my mound through my panties with one hand while still kissing my belly. Then he peeled those wet panties out of the way and tossed them aside.

There I stood on the back porch, completely naked. My husband knelt at my feet, urging my thighs further apart with his hands and swirling his tongue through the sparse hairs covering my pussy. He moaned when he dipped the point of his tongue between my lips, tasting me. I moaned, too, and held onto his shoulders just to keep from falling down. My knees had turned to jello and all I wanted was for him to finish what he’d started.

Suddenly, he pulled out of my grasp. Let’s get in the pool, he whispered, stripping off his shorts.

But...

Come on. It’s dark. No one will see us. No one will know, he coaxed.

Throwing caution to the wind, I let him lead me down the steps. It was indeed dark, not a star in the sky. We ran across the yard, slipping on the wet grass. Then I felt the concrete at the edge of the pool under my bare feet. It was still warm from the sun. He eased himself into the water first and then helped me slide down into the pool beside him. The water was warm, too, stroking me like a lover’s hands.

Standing in the chest deep water, we kissed again and I pressed the full length of my body against his. He worked a hand between my legs and pushed two fingers into my very hungry pussy. At the same time, I wrapped my fingers around the big cock throbbing between us. My mouth watered to taste him.

We’d never done this before and I found that being submerged in the warm water in the dark was quite a turn on. And since we’d already started playing on the porch, I was ready for more than his two fingers. Fuck me, I whispered in his ear, easily riding up and down on his hand.

He groaned, pulled his fingers free and moved his body into position between my legs. Both of us groaned when his cock replaced those fingers, sliding deep. That only made the itch worse and soon I was reaching for more. With his back braced against the concrete wall and me hanging onto the edge of the pool for dear life, he gave me what I needed.

We kissed, whispered to each other. I pressed my aching nipples into his chest. He held onto my ass with both hands and pulled me down onto him. Soon we were going at it hard and fast, making the water splash gently with our movements.

A dark started barking next door.

My orgasm rose and crested, subsided and built again, every stroke of my husband’s cock pushing me closer and closer to oblivion.

A door opened. Someone told the dog to be quiet.

We froze. It sounded really close but I wasn’t about to look to see how close.

Then, as if he couldn’t stop himself, my husband started thrusting again. Within seconds, my orgasm hit, taking my breath away. I buried my face in his shoulder to keep quiet. He grunted, pulled me down onto him one last time. His cock jerked and swelled and began filling me to overflowing with his hot load.

When we caught our breath, I realized the dog