Once: A Collection of Sinfully Sexy and Twisted Tales Page 3

  “Lie on the bed.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  As he hovered over me, he brought back the curtain ropes and tied my arms up, one by one.

  “You have been a very good girl tonight, bella. You’ve gotten off twice with just the simple touch of my hand. I want to see what you’re body can do.”

  As he rocked back on his knees, I could hear the tearing sound of the condom wrapper. He crawled toward me like a hunter as he grabbed my hips and thrust into me. There was no warning or additional foreplay, but simple carnal desire in that moment. Dear god, he felt amazing. The inability to touch him brought out so many senses I was not in tune with until that very moment.

  Every touch, stroke, and caress was accentuated tenfold. He ran his hands up my torso and across my stomach as he rolled his hips into me. He kneaded and massaged my breasts while leaning down to give my nipples a sensual lick. One by one, he inhaled them, but not before biting the tips. The indulgence I received from the pain was unreal and sent a shockwave of pleasure racing through my entire body.

  “Fuck, you feel so good, bella. Would you like to touch me?”

  “Yes, sir. Very much, sir.”

  Delicately, he reached up and pulled the strands from the posts, freeing me from my restraints. For the first time, I ran my petite hands up his defined chest. He was even more masculine then I had anticipated.

  “Shit, Paolo. That feels amazing. Right there. Fuck.”

  He pulled my body up so we were face to face as he drove into me.

  “I think you’re punishment is over, mia sesso. Now, I want to feel your pleasure.”

  Before I allowed him the enjoyment of my pleasure, I leaned over and ran my tongue up his chest. I kissed his chest, but not before giving him a light bite on his shoulder. I continued kissing his collar bone and up his sweaty neck, lapping up the salty goodness of his essence. I tickled his neck with tiny kisses as I took a nibble from his earlobe. The sensual sighs I was receiving from Paolo were almost enough to make me explode right there and then.

  “You are so fucking tight, sesso. I can’t get enough of you.”

  As I listened to his soothing voice utter those words, I dug my heels into his ass while I sank my fingernails into this back.

  “Yes, bella. That’s just how I like it, baby.”

  I tried to pull him as close as I could while our bodies collided with passion. While raking my nails up and down his back, I took his lips captive. Neither one of us could get enough of one another. It was hard to hold it back any longer, the way I wanted to devour this man. As he cradled my body into his arms and pounded away, he tilted my head back a little and began trailing kisses up my neck. Instead of giving me a hickey, he took a little nip where my neck and collarbone rest. What the hell was this man doing to me?

  Chapter 11

  Without any forewarning, Paolo pulled out and flipped me over so I was on all fours. All the insecurities I was having before had quickly departed and a sex goddess was in attendance. I clutched the sheets, bracing for his thrust. He gripped my hips as his entrance was rough and hard. I was surprised at how much I really liked this and how much I didn’t want it to stop. He wasn’t joking earlier when he said he didn’t do soft and sweet, but in a way, it didn’t matter. This was perfection.

  I arched my back, enjoying the feeling of having Paolo deep inside of me. I could feel every inch of this manhood, and it felt incredible. He fisted a handful of my hair and tugged a little, sending a chill down my spine. It wasn’t necessarily a pain, but a sensation that was muted by the mind-blowing feeling of his pounding. The only thing I can compare it to is salty and sweet foods. You yearn for the salt, but the sweet is what sends you over the edge. The combination was exactly what I needed and exactly what I wanted.

  “Shit, Paolo. You feel amazing. Pull harder!”

  “I can definitely do that,” he said as he pulled and smacked my ass at the same time. As soon as his hand made contact, it sent me over the edge. I bucked at the jolt from the orgasm. The climax made my entire body hitch and tighten around Paolo, sending him into a spiraling orgasm as well. Not wanting to move, we let the high of the release die down before we both collapsed onto the bed. My body had been worked so hard, I felt as if I were melting into the sheets.

  I immediately started to dread my departure. On one hand, I was pissed that the best lay that I’d ever had was leaving to fly back home tomorrow, never to be heard from again. On the other hand, I could get addicted to this crack sex, and perhaps it was probably for the best that he was leaving. I was a busy woman and I didn’t have time to keep up with this man. Then again, the devil on my shoulder said, Fuck that. You could make time.

  Either way, it didn’t matter, because Paolo was leaving on a jet plane and I didn’t know when he’d be back again. Fuck. I was singing damn songs in my head, debating this issue. He probably thought I was bat shit, the way I was just laying here and not saying anything, but realistically, I was exhausted.

  Out of breath, he said, “Fuck, that was the best sex I’ve had in a long time. Practically ever.”

  Oh. Come. On. Why does he have to go and say shit like that? Now I have to feel bad when I do the creeper walk of shame. All I needed to do was clutch my heels and comb down my bed head back to complete my outfit.

  Instead of responding, I got up and start to get dressed. If I told him how I really thought it went, he would either be freaked out or he’d make me feel bad for leaving right now. What was the point in staying though if he wasn’t going to be around? I had a job—

  I had commitments.

  “Hey, hey, hey. Did I say something to freak you out?”

  “Far from, Paolo. It was single-handedly the best sex I’ve ever had, but we both know this was a one-time thing, especially with you going back to Italy.”

  “Oh my god. I can’t believe Monica didn’t tell you. I’m not going back to Italy. I’m staying here to help Giovanni with his business.”

  FUCK!

  The End…or to be continued.

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  Nicole Hite was born and raised in Richmond, VA. She started her writing career with her debut book, Justified Love: The Southern Gentleman Series. Other works include The Applicant from Suits & Shades: The Alpha Suits Anthology.

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  Dedication

  To my crazy aunt Katherine "Kerry" Hull who always lived with No regrets. I hope you are in heaven and you have made it to the flip flop. I love you and know that you are smiling down from heaven. Thank you for being you. Live, Laugh, & Love

  Acknowledgments

  Patrice Krumm: Thank you from the bottom of my heart, your friendship means the world to me. You truly are One in a Million, and I would not trade you for all the Pink in the World.

  Lynn Palmer: Thank you for all you do for me

  To my Kick Ass Street Team: I love you all the pink sparkles in the world.

  To my family: Thank you for believing in me

  To my amazing Beta readers: Candice Burna Tice, Amy Abendroth, Jenni Crawford, Jenn Marie Lopez, Stephanie Nett, Laura Soask {Tolbert}, and all who helped in this journey.

  To my Proofreader: Justine Peart and Jenni Crawford may there always be too many commas in all my books. I always ad extras just for you both.

  To all the amazing authors who are part of this boxed set, I am extremely honored to be considered one of you. Thank you for taking a chance with me.

  To my Mom: Thank you for giving me the love of reading when I was younger. It has inspired me to become who I am today.

  And to my amazing Daughter Sage, Thank you for being my number one fan. I love you gumdrops and popsicles.

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To Casey Havell: Thank you for making everything Beautiful.

  Chapter One

  “Every gift from a friend is a wish for your happiness.” Richard Bach

  Addyson McNyte

  The ringtone of Meghan Trainor’s- All About That Bass scared the shit out of me. I was not paying attention to my cell phone that broke through the silence of the quiet one bedroom loft apartment. It has an open floor plan with high vaulted ceilings. Clean and sleek lines go throughout. Stainless steel appliances that came with the space. It is furnished with black leather furniture, with glass tables and the 60-inch TV is mounted above the fireplace, and I love it here.

  I was preparing for an evening out on the town in celebration of my new job as a police officer in the city of Albuquerque, New Mexico. I recently moved here from Topeka, Kansas and now my future is looking bright. So bright everyone around me will need sunglasses.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey hoe bag it’s me, Jasmine, What are you doing tonight?”

  “Hey bitch, I’m going out to celebrate. I feel the need to cut loose and let my hair down. Because for the last several months I have not been a real woman, more like a woman in drag.”

  “To celebrate what?” Jaz asked laughing.

  “You’ll never believe it, but I got the job that I have been training for. I am so feckin’ excited!”

  “Feckin’ Really. He he you crack me up with your word feckin’.”

  “Bite me, ass, but yes, I sure did get my dream job. So, I’m going to check out this new bar at the end of Prospect Ave called “Bailed Out”. I hear that this is the place to find all the local smexy men, and since I am single and ready to mingle I am going to dance my toned ass off.”

  “Awesome! I bet you’re wearing your black and hot pink eight inch stilettos, huh?”

  “Nope, just the sixes tonight. I don’t want sore feet tomorrow for my first day at the station.”

  “Okay, well, I was wondering if you wanted to go with a group of us to the movies. But seeing how you are going out I may have to talk them into going out with you instead.”

  “Awe, thanks love bug for the invite, and I may catch up with you later, but first I’d really like to scope out this place. I hear they have kick ass drink specials and this may be the only night where I am not so damn tired from working, so I am going to take full advantage.”

  “No doll, I understand .We might meet you in a little bit. I’ll call everyone and see what the ladies say. I’ll send you a short text when I know what the ladies are wanting to do.”

  “Great doll face. Talk to you later!”

  I pressed the end button and placed my pink phone beside the deep farm sink next to my brand new pink coach purse.

  What can I say, I have expensive taste. I splurge on very few items, which consist of purses and shoes! I can walk into a shoe store and have an instant Shoegasm.

  I look at myself in the big mirror and put the finishing touches on my hair and make-up. I stare at my reflection and think to myself damn the training has really made my body toned in all the right places.

  My long, black hair cascades down in the back with beautiful bouncy waves, which makes my perfect olive complexion stand out even more.

  I apply a touch more of bronzer so that my skin would shimmer in the strobe lights causing it to give off a radiant glow. I apply a thin layer of mascara to give my lashes that lush look and make my blue eyes sparkle, and then I go over my plump lips with a nice shade of red lip stain.

  Satisfied with hair and make-up, I stand up and walk over to my over-crowded closet and take out a simple, yet sexy, silver barely there dress. I slide it over my curvaceous body in an attempt to remove the smallest of wrinkles.

  I spray some perfume in the air and simply walk through it. Not letting the fragrance over power my natural essence.

  I take one last look at myself in full length mirror and grin with satisfaction. I know I am a beautiful woman, some would even say I am conceited, and I am okay with that, I know I look good.

  I am a confident woman and know that I have curves in all of the right places. So far, not many men can resist my charms—at least none that I know of. It was time to truly celebrate.

  I have not had any intimate encounters in the past year and hell, my vibrator is getting its fair share of love but tonight I am looking for the real deal.

  I have spent so much time studying for my exams and working out.

  When I started in the academy, I had it in mind that I would graduate with high rankings in all departments, and guess what, I did!

  Out of the 25 people who were in class with me I was the only female to pass, Hell, I even out scored some of the men.

  And I know it chapped their asses that they were beat by a woman. I had a big ass grin on my face during graduation because I did it. So tonight I am going to live, no regrets!

  My hope for the evening is not to find “Mr. Right” but I’m interested in finding “Mr. Right Now”. I want a wam bam thank you mam type thing tonight.

  Tonight I will be like a man, “I will fuck your brains out and then leave you wanting more.” I whisper to myself.

  I have too much going on career-wise right now and a relationship would totally ruin that. However, the heat pooling between my legs had other ideas.

  So, I grab my purse, and slip on those six-inch-fuck-me-now stilettos, and head out the door.

  I am not what you would consider a very tall woman. That is why the heels are a must, because being the 5’1 lady that I am I have to add something that makes the men grow hard.

  My sexy as sin shoes always do the trick, I wear them with everything, and even in training I wore heels. They all thought I was insane, but I feckin love my heels.

  I find that they add the height and command the respect that my attitude normally gives off with half of the effort.

  I am determined to have a great night tonight and only a man who knows how to handle himself and how to handle me will do.

  Chapter Two

  “Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.” Omar Khayyam

  Kalen Drake

  I am what you call a brick house. I work out daily, sometimes more than once. My body is my temple and I try to treat it right.

  I fit in easily with the people in New Mexico, because I look like I am of Spanish decent. I have dark hair but I keep it high and tight because I am an ex-marine. I still wear my dog tags daily, just not ready to get rid of them yet.

  I was injured in action and received a purple heart because I helped save my whole family of brothers.

  I did not care that I was hurt, hell I did not even know I was injured till I passed out, and woke up in a base hospital in Afghanistan. And the first words out of my mouth was asking about my men. I did not care about myself. The nurse told me “all survived thanks to me.”

  I lived my life as a marine for 8 years. I have been deployed more times than I care to remember.

  But when you are a considered one of the best sharp shooters in the world, you tend to go where you are needed. I was a gun for hire so to say.

  I still have flashbacks but so far they are few and far between. When I was given my life back in the form of an honorable discharge, I didn’t know what I was going to do.

  I have a nice nest egg saved up, because there was times I did what you call special assignments for the government. I can live the rest of my life and never work again, but see I have thing called “I can’t sit on my ass syndrome.” It’s real, I googled it.

  But as far as anyone is concerned, that stuff never happened, and I am ok with that. So when I was tired of fishing and relaxing what did I do, yep I went into Law Enforcement. I think I was only off for a couple of months because I was still pulling a few private jobs.

  I am an undercover cop in the great city of Albuquerque, New Mexico. I have lived here for a little less than 5 years, but in the five years I have managed to put several women on the notch on my headboard.

  And ton
ight I’m hoping to add someone knew. There is a new club Called “Bailed Out” and I hear that there is always some fly women in there. They are always dressed to kill and smell like heaven.

  So I will be pulled up at the first bar stool within an hour but first I have to get myself in check.

  I go into the bathroom on the first floor of my ranch style home and turn on the scolding hot shower and make my way in there. When I left the military I bought this land and built my house myself. I wanted the house to be something to live in forever. It is a multi-level home, but there are no stairs; only a few ramps and an elevator.

  As I am in there I think of how excited I know that there will be some naughty loving going on tonight.

  I have been called everything from a “stud, and told I’m hung like a horse,” to “God” on several occasions.

  I love a vocal woman, I love a woman with sexy ass curves. I don’t want to break a little woman in half. Because I’m not a little guy, matter of fact that couldn't be further from the truth.

  Truth be told I have a major crush on my dick. He has always held up his end of the shenanigans.

  As I am in the shower I think of my latest conquest and how she made my dick hard by her intoxicating scent.

  Even now I would so give her a round two. And I am not the type to come back for seconds. But for her, I would consider it.

  Damn she is making me stand at attention, so to prevent from being a one pump chump tonight I take my dick in my hand and imagine that it is her tight snatch fucking me senseless.

  And in a matter of minutes I am stroking my monster and soon I am clenching my ass muscles as I spill my love juice down the drain.