FOUR PLAY

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Book: Read FOUR PLAY for Free Online
Authors: Myla Jackson
Tags: Erótica
Grabbing her hair, he pulled hard until tears started in her eyes and her pussy tightened.
    His hips flexed, and he thrust again.
    One of the other men, dropped down beside her, his hand curving around her ass, tracing the line between her cheeks. He located the tight ring around her anus and slid in his finger. His other hand eased his cock out of his jeans and rubbed it against her thigh.
    Charli gasped as OS slid out of her mouth and shoved back in.
    The man who'd rubbed his cock against her and whose dick still protruded conspicuously out of his fly, took a position on her other side, and with his fingers, circled her pussy and slipped two deep inside, his cock pressing against her once again. With fingers and cocks in all of her orifices, Charli could only hold on for the ride, her body on fire with need. She wanted to be fucked, hard and fast, praying for a release of the tension building within.
    One more man stood beside OS—the odd man out. But not for long. He stripped out of his boots, jeans and hat, then dropped to his back, sunglasses still in place and shimmied beneath her, his head positioned below her pussy, his cock below her chin, standing stiff and proud.
    Automatically, Charli lowered her hips, angling her cunt to within reach of his face, eager for his mouth on her pulsing lips.
    He took her offering, sucking her clit between his lips, nipping gently on the sensitive nub.
    Oh, blessed tongue-action . What more could she ask for?
    The torture continued, stroking, pumping, sucking and everything but fucking. When she thought she could stand no more, she rocketed again to the edge of orgasm, her body rigid, teetering. She held it, milking the experience for every exquisite sensation, holding back on her release for a second longer.
    Just when she started to lose her grip on her control, OS pulled out of her mouth. "Stop!"
    All four men withdrew. The naked cowboy beneath her slid slowly out from under her, his mouth glistening with her juices. Each proceeded to dress and zip themselves decent.
    "No!" Charli dropped to her hands and knees, panting, her body on fire, pre-orgasmic tremors shaking her to her core. "Dear God, don't stop now," she wailed.
    Original Sin held out his hand and brought her to her feet and into his arms. He kissed her lightly and set her away, steadying her when her knees gave way.
    "Perhaps to be continued, sweetheart." Her mystery cowboy's lips curved in sexy smile.
    Together, the four men dressed her, their coarse fingers sliding tenderly over her body.
    "Perhaps? I don't understand." She shivered, her skin ultra-sensitive to their touch. "Will I see you again?"
    "It's your choice, baby." OS touched the tip of his hat. "You must decide what you want."
    Oh, she wanted them, all right. Now!
    Dressed and still horny as hell, she was led through the front door and escorted to her Mustang.
    One by one the men kissed her, leaving OS for last.
    He pulled her into his arms and claimed her lips, his tongue delving deep, thrusting like a cock in a cunt.
    Charli clung tight, returning the kiss with all the allure she could muster, her leg sliding up the back of his, refusing to let go, suddenly afraid this might be the last time she saw him. "Why did you tease me like that?"
    "Four...Play...sweetheart. Pure and simple." He kissed her once more, long and hard. "Just a little taste of what you might be missing. Sweet dreams." And he left with his entourage of sexy cowboys.
    Charli climbed in behind the steering wheel of her Mustang and stared as the cowboys disappeared into the darkness.
    Holy hell, what was she going to do? He wanted her to make a choice between him and Connor? How, when she barely knew either one?
    On the one hand, Connor could be a forever kind of guy—home, family, kids...stability...his name.
    But Original Sin? He offered excitement, variety and endless possibilities of dirty tricks. Or did he? Someday, maybe today, he'd walk away without a backward glance and never call

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