Mr. Steal Your Girl 4: Your Girl, #4

By K. Bruch

A night of passion and sex consumes the naïve Sandra as she loses herself in the arms of Jacob, who can’t help but keep her under his spell, covering her in his sweat and hypnotizing her with the melodic rhythm of his body. However, between breaths and passionate whispers, idle questions still linger between the both of them, finding voice in the discordant emotions of Sandra and Jacob as they explore more than their bodies, but also their minds in this one lust filled night.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Crazy Gal Publishing
• Release date: Oct 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519919113

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Mr. Steal Your Girl 4

By

K. Bruch

Text copyright © October 2015, K. Bruch

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Contents

Story 4: Morning...

Author Notes:

Story 4: Morning...

On my knees, bent over and spread wide for him, I was in ecstasy, feeling the unyielding thrust of Jacob’s hard flesh in to me as I bounced off him with the burning hot slap of our skins together. Gripping the sheets to my side, biting my bottom lip with my mind in a haze, I wondered why and how I found myself at the mercy of the man climbing into me, pressing his hands against my back with every sensual rock of his pelvis that pushed me even deeper into the soft padding of the bed.

Too much. I muttered under my breath as a heat boiled inside of me. And as those words floated into the air, I felt a sudden pull at my lower half, feeling my tired body flip over, making me face the man filling me up with these emotions. As I did, all I could see were his smoldering hazel eyes looking into me, his hair dangling over the fore of his head before he ran his fingers through it to reveal all the well-defined features of his face. Beautiful. I spoke again through the haze of my mind, bringing a smile to Jacob as he lowered his chiseled body into mine, laying it against my breasts as he brought that look of his eyes closer, making my weary body all the more aware of his presence as the lingering smell of our sweat and fluids mixed in with the faint scent of fruits coming from his breath. Strawberries. I said again to the chuckle of Jacob.

Want a taste? he asked to my confused gaze before leaning in and pressing his supple lips against mine, slowly slipping his tongue into my mouth, letting it wrap around my own, enticing it to come out and play with his as his hands glided across the sides of my naked body. It wasn’t too soon after those delicate fingers grabbed at my backside, pulling me into him as we grinded into each other.

What was I doing? I thought to myself as I felt the push and pull of our bodies against the sheets. I was bare-naked, my tongue in a stranger’s mouth, almost drinking the saliva that dripped between our kisses, exposed to him in ways I’ve never been before. I didn’t know this man, but I was this intimate with him, more than once, and now closer than ever. And what confused me the most was the grinding of our bodies, knowing that with his pull, I pushed forward, wanting whatever he was taking away from me. It wasn’t the mere fact that I was laying around being devoured by this man oozing with sexuality, it was that I was a willing participant in the process—the rhythm of my body matching his, making everything that we indulged in harmony with ourselves. No matter how much I tried to reason otherwise, I was having sex, and enjoying every bit of it.

As those thoughts passed through my mind, they were short lived, quickly replaced with the pulsating feeling between my legs. He was inside me again, and he was hard—hard for me. Knowing that I was the one that made him this excited had my most base desires stirring to the core of my body. It drove me wild, to be wanted like this in the here and now.

Ah! I gasped as he wrapped his arms around me before slamming into me with one quick thrust of his pelvis, making the heat in my body burn, making my legs spasm and kick before he tongued me down, shutting out my words as I drowned in the rush and pleasure of it all.

With a flood of emotion