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  “I can’t wait much more, Steven. Please. “

  Steven kissed her navel and pushed her back, before pulling his briefs down, finding a bit of difficulty in holding his erect cock down so he could pull the tight brief off. He saw her eyes widen, staring avariciously as his cock bobbed in the air. She stretched and took his thick form in her grip, running her fingers over his entire length repeatedly till sweet thrills had him shaking and gripping her hand to stop. If she kept doing that, he’d blast his seed all over the floor.

  He leaned down to kiss her chest, letting his tongue lap the valley between her soft mounds. He lifted one B-cup mound before kissing underneath the soft mass, drawing throaty mewls from Hannah. He moved to the second breast, repeating the same action without touching her nipple. Then he moved his kisses up and covered her mouth with his again, drinking her in as his cock rubbed against her abdomen and her hands hooked around his neck. He dipped his fingers down between her thighs, rubbing the erect bud of her clit and then dipping his finger into her wet slit.

  She trembled again and this time she didn’t hold back. She shoved him back hard, causing him to fall into a sitting position on the bed. Then she moved over him, laying her legs both sides of him before pushing him down completely till he was lying flat on the bed. She grabbed his cock and aimed her wet heat over him. She inched him in slowly, pushing his head between her pussy lips before pushing down even more so that her pussy clung tight to him. The gust of sensation that flooded his nervous system was too powerful. Steven saw only white.

  “It’s been so long,” Hannah whispered.

  She brought his hands to her breasts, and he held tight, cupping both mounds with his fingers. He was still acclimating to the feeling, to the grip of her pussy walls, to the overwhelming feel of heat and wetness, when she lowered her chest to his face. Steven couldn’t resist. He slid his mouth over one nipple, sucking gently and letting his tongue run over his rigid node. Then she started to move her hips and the sensation became an explosion.

  “Lord have mercy,” he heard himself say.

  Her pussy held tight to his cock, dragging along every inch of sensitive skin as her hips bobbed on his length. He started to slap back, swinging his waist in opposite direction so their union had more impact. His mouth wouldn’t let go of her nipple. His hands had found a home on her ass cheeks, rising and falling with every swing.

  There were moans from someone, lusty and ragged, but Steven couldn’t tell if it was from him or her. He started to hit faster, beating pleasure with more pleasure as her ass clapped on his thighs. She met his swings with equal fervor and her cries grew in volume till it matched the sounds of their drawn breaths and the muffled slaps of their fusing sex.

  The pleasure built till it was a raging storm, wave climbing wave till a collapse was imminent. Steven didn’t stop, didn’t reduce his pace, even when he knew her cries were from an ecstatic peak, not when his muscles started to tighten and knot in anticipation of the blissful release.

  “Steven, Steve.”

  Her cries came in tandem with her climax and her pussy squeezed, trembling against his cock so the wall of pleasure came crashing down. His eyes rolled and saw nothing. His fingers lost their feel, his brain any thought as his body purged itself of his seed, blasting in relentless streams into her.

  Their loud pants went on for many minutes before Hannah rolled gently off him, so his cock finally eased out of her. They said nothing, completely satisfied in each other’s silent company till their fatigue overtook them.

  Chapter Five

  Don’t Beg me to Stay

  Hannah pulled his hands around her, and pushed back so her body was perfectly fitting his. His hand lay over her breast, naked skin against skin, the best way to sleep. But she’d been somewhat conscious for the past half hour, unable to find the inner peace that draws sleep over consciousness.

  Did anyone know Mark took me out of the hospital? And the payment, how did he explain that?

  She finally pulled his hand off her body and twisted so her chest faced the ceiling. Mark shifted, completely retracting his arms.

  “Sorry, did I wake you up?” Hannah asked, turning to face him.

  “I’ve been awake for a very long time.”

  He leaned down and plastered a deep kiss that stirred up sweet longing inside her. When he drew back, he was staring at her face, as if searching for something.

  “What is it?” she asked him.

  “You didn’t know, did you?”

  “Know what?”

  “You wouldn’t stop groaning. That’s how I knew you were sleeping. You groaned and screamed, always whispering something.”

  Hannah got off her back and sat on the bed. She stretched and picked her bra from the stool beside the bed and got into it. Then she wore her top too.

  “I know they’re dreams,” he said.

  “They are,” Hannah said, feeling angry at herself. “I’m sorry if they disturbed you.”

  She got off the bed and was bending to take her panties when his hand grabbed her thigh. He pulled her back to him, causing her to sit her naked buttocks on his thighs. His rising cock prodded gently into her ass.

  “What’s the rush?” Steven asked her.

  “I have to go, Steven.”

  “Go? You just got here. We agreed that –”

  “That I would stay here till I felt the time was right to leave. That time is now.”

  “What are you saying?”

  Hannah pushed off his legs, and scooped up her panties and jeans from the floor. She got into them quickly before turning to face Steven who was still naked.

  “Can you confidently claim no one saw us leave the hospital together?”

  “No one saw us. We took the service elevator, straight to the garage. Have you forgotten how I made you stay in the dark corner until I brought my car around?”

  He was standing now, gesticulating energetically. Hannah tried not to look at his dangling member. She tried not to remember how much pleasure it had given to her, how she felt aching just to taste him again. She focused instead on returning his energy, on her need to prove to him that there was no escaping Mark.

  At least, not this way.

  “So no one saw us, not even cameras,” she argued.

  He had his mouth open to say yes, but when she mentioned cameras, his answer froze. She saw him ponder on where the hospital cameras were and if they’d seen her. Hannah wasn’t taking any chance. If there was a chance that the cameras had seen them together then Mark knew.

  “He knows, Steven. And he’s going to come.”

  “Let him come. I’m ready for him.”

  “No, no, you’re not ready for him. This is not your battle to fight.”

  She turned, grabbed her small bag and stormed out of the room, hearing him come after her. She walked to the door and was about to get to the door when he jumped between her and the door.

  “Don’t leave, Hannah. We can beat him, together.”

  Hannah chuckled and closed her eyes as memories of the past assaulted her. They had no chance against Mark.

  “Mark will burn us to the ground,” she screamed, opening her eyes and letting her fear out. “Mark is the biggest drug dealer in Seattle, the biggest importer, producer and distributor of flakka in the country. He’s got ties to cartels in South America and undercover lords so powerful law enforcement keeps off. I don’t know why he likes me but he does and he isn’t going to let me go.”

  “When I found you, you were running.”

  “Exactly, that’s what I want to continue doing. Don’t beg me to stay.”

  She walked around him and grabbed the door knob, dragging the door open.

  “Hannah, please,” he begged, gripping her wrist.

  Hannah looked at him and wondered if he knew how comical this looked. He was butt naked, pulling her back and she had the door already open. It was comical but this was no time to laugh. She had to leave because Mark was coming. She could feel it.
r />   “Let me go.”

  She yanked her arm out of his grip and walked out of the house, running down the steps and walking to the road. A black car pulled up in front of her.

  “Need an Uber?” the driver asked from inside.

  “No,” Hannah said, looking back at Steven who she could still see through the crack in the door. When she turned back around, the car was still there.

  “It wasn’t a question, Hannah.”

  The voice was unmistakable. He was inside, his top hat in his hands. His blue eyes boring holes through the raised glass windows. There was no weapon in his gloved hands. Asides him, seating in the owner’s corner, there was only his personal driver, Alfonso. But Mark didn’t need a weapon to get her to behave.

  “Get in the car, Hannah. I have a meeting to catch up to.”

  Hannah’s feet refused to move. She looked back at Steven’s door again and saw him through the crack in the door.

  Can he tell that something is wrong?

  “I’ll not ask again,” Mark asked.

  Hannah didn’t doubt. She forced her legs to move and pulled the front door open before gently sinking into the seat.

  “Good girl. I thought you’d have learned by now. You can’t get away from me.”

  Hannah didn’t know why she ever thought she could. She looked back at Steven’s house, at the slightly open door and the naked man behind it as the car drove away.

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  Evelyn.

  SNEAK PEEK OF ACCIDENTAL VOYEURISM

  Kit, a compact and curvaceous brunette, busied herself with a small catering crew prepping for the upcoming dinner party.

  “Twenty place settings, five couples, ten singles, let's mix them up a little.” She pointed a beautifully manicured fingernail in a variety of directions that directed one of the crew to place embroidered napkins and embossed cards denoting the guest’s name.

  “How’s it going?” Andrew entered, adjusting his tie, fiddling with the silk material with work-calloused fingers that only now, were softening from recent years away from his previous job as a carpenter.

  “All good so far, we’re early, we even have time for…” Kit moved toward her husband, her hand cupping his concealed bulge, teasing him into semi-hardness.

  Andrew, at 6ft, towered over his diminutive wife and grinned, pulling back a little from her groping fingers, “Hey, hey! None of that, not yet, later, maybe, lots to do still, horny minx.” He grinned then dragged fingers through his cropped black hair, evidence of his ageing visible in the form of speckled greys at his temples.

  Laughing, Kit shrugged and sauntered off, ensuring to look over her shoulder once to see Andrew gazing at her pert backside wiggling beneath the sheer satin of her dress.

  “Red, yummy, and no panties, naughty girl.”

  Kit caught the murmured appreciation and delivered a saucy wink before resuming her preparation. This party, something the community enjoyed regularly, was in honour of several newcomers to the Village; all equally as prominent, wealthy although younger than the average resident.

  Those living within Hillcroft Village ranged from a few retirees in their early sixties, down to the youngest resident, a twenty-year-old socialite wanting to escape the world’s media and paparazzi. No children within the village, as yet, but they were well equipped as and when that event occurred.

  ***

  Glasses clinked, cutlery clashed as the diners enjoyed an a la carte menu. Once the catering crew presented coffee and a selection of cheeses, they all but retreated to the kitchen to begin the mass clean up.

  During the meal, thanks, in no small part to Kit’s organisational skills, the conversation flowed, easily; the new residents seemed to fit in without any issue, and as the gathering broke apart into smaller groups, Kit and Andrew followed the caterers to the kitchen.

  “Well?” Andrew’s hands slid around Kit’s waist, bunching the red satin material of her dress, deliberately lifting the hem.

  Tugging the fabric down, she hissed “It’s going great, don’t you think? Quit that, not here.” The lack of panties had Kit’s gaze darting around to ensure nobody had caught an eyeful of her clean-shaven pussy, although the idea of an accidental glimpse excited her.

  Andrew pressed his lips to the junction of Kit’s neck where it met the slope of her slender shoulder, murmuring “I could fuck you right here, bend you over, slide in and nobody would know.” They stood at the side of the hustle and bustle, the cleaning crew loading dishes and cutlery into the industrial-sized dishwasher and hand washing those pieces that wouldn’t fit.

  Their backs to the laundry room, Kit nodded in agreement; it would be easy enough, she was certainly wet enough at the thought of such a brazen act, so close to others who might witness their lewdness.

  Filled with bravado, Kit pressed backwards, grinding into Andrew’s hardness. “Do it.” She hissed, almost inaudibly above the kitchen’s cacophony.

  Andrew’s face showed a moment of surprise, then morphed into pure unadulterated lust and flipped the lower half of Kit’s dress upward, just at the back, to expose her rounded bottom; so smooth, no imperfections, just plump loveliness that jiggled whenever he slapped it gently.

  “Fuck…” he intoned this, with a growl of need and delved fingers between the dark crevice while wrapping an arm around her waist. “Are you sure?” the question, barely contained, blew across Kit’s neck, raising the hairs and causing her to shiver.

  “Yes… yes, do it now.” The urgency in her voice, audible only to Andrew, spurred him into action and with his free hand, he pulled his now raging hardon out from the tight confines of his trousers.

  Grip tightening around Kit’s waist, Andrew lifted, urging her to bend slightly and stand on tiptoes while he guided the bulbous tip of his cock to her entrance, nestling it, at first, at the apex of her thighs. He whispered “Look. Look at all those people, probably thinking we’re taking a break, chatting about the party, completely… unaware… of… what… I’m… going… to do.” With each pause in speech, he licked, kissed and bit down on Kit’s shoulder leaving small pink marks in his wake.

  Barely suppressing a groan, Kit angled her head away from Andrew’s mouth, then whimpered, it sounded needful and wanton. Without looking, without needing to, she could feel a wetness trickle down her inner thighs; god she was ready, so damn ready, and thrust back against him to urge Andrew into action.

  Unable to remain still any longer, Andrew did just as Kit desired and thrust forward in one smooth movement, instantly impaling his full length inside her tight, contracting pussy. “Fuck, yes!” His face, buried at the crook of her neck brought his mouth in line with her shoulder again, this time when he bit down, it was with more force, indenting the flesh and leaving a set of teeth marks that would remain visible for hours to come.

  They remained still, at first, then Andrew lifted his gaze to watch the ongoing clean up in front of them. One thrust, then another, each one punctuated by Kit’s whispered moans.

  Realising they’d not be able to continue for much longer without drawing full attention to themselves, Andrew began to move them into the Laundry room, reversing their joined bodies and using each thrust to accompany their steps.

  “So good, so fucking good.” Andrew’s grip tightened around Kit’s waist, and once they were relatively hidden by the Laundry room door; it was left deliberately open, so they could still view the industrious clean up and perhaps increase the chance of discovery, he let loose with a volley of pounding thrusts that almost took Kit’s breath away.

  Kit reached out to brace her hands, one against the wall, the other against the door, her face had become flushed, both eyes half-closed, glazed in lust,
her body already coated in a fine layer of perspiration. Each movement triggered a grunting moan and a further trickle of fluid that dribbled down her inner legs.

  On the verge of orgasm, Kit desperately looked around the room for something she could use to help muffle her cries and made a mad grasp for a fluffy white towel; it would have to do, and without thinking, she shoved it into her open mouth, and when she reached her climax and screamed, the towel effectively gagged her enough that only Andrew could hear while appreciating the contracting tightness that squeezed his cock like a vice.

  Slowing his movements, Andrew grinned, sweating profusely but not yet near his release. “Keep that in.” He indicated the towel dangling from Kit’s mouth and reiterated, “don’t let it drop.”

  Kit nodded to show she understood, nostrils flaring with each exaggerated breath, chest heaving, body trembling in the wake of her climax.

  Andrew scanned the laundry room, looking across the shelves, up at the ceiling, the back of the door then down at his wife’s skin, noting its mottled state in places. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  It was usual practice for Kit to enjoy several orgasms, Andrew’s stamina was, at least for her, unparalleled, and she writhed, pressing back against his body to urge him back into action.

  Still deep inside his wife, Andrew reached for a few pieces of laundry, stockings, which he wrapped around Kit’s wrists, knotting them loosely, “Lift.” He guided her arms upward and hooked the material of each stocking over a hook, screwed into the back of the laundry room door, which he closed fully. Next, he used a pair of panties and another stocking, the panties, placed over Kit’s eyes, the stocking was used to hold them there while being knotted at the back of her head, rendering her sightless which notched up her arousal tenfold and prompted a low moan of anticipatory pleasure.