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The hard jolts of his motions giving her
rough, loving reminders of his passion. His very hardness, in hands
and muscle, in cock and manner, felt so good it seemed she would
delight in this one moment for the rest of her life.
    Then, like a shock, came the trembling approach of
her sharp release.
    “Oh, God,” Eva cried. “Oh, Peter. Peter. Peter!”
    “Show me,” Brooke whispered against Eva’s cries. “I
want to hear you. I want to see you.
    Eva could say nothing more, but eyes opened and fixed
on Brooke’s. In that moment, there was nothing else in the world
but Brooke’s benevolent eyes and Peter’s masterful cock. Eva’s
lungs opened and she cried out over and over with each of Peter’s
thrusts. In the maelstrom of sensations, she could feel his fingers
squeeze the joint of her hips and legs and knew he was going to
explode in her.
    “I love you, baby,” he said between gritted teeth as
his lunges slowed but somehow intensified. Then his words were gone
too as he plunged in and out.
    Beyond her cries, Eva could hear the beautiful wet
sound he made with her as his cock entered her over and over. Just
as her mind returned, just as she could comprehend the world again,
she felt Brooke’s hand slide down between them and her finger brush
across her Eva’s clit. With the single stroke, her orgasm flared
anew, higher, harder as Peter sank in for one final push.
    In a heartbeat, his body came to rest as deep and
hard into her as she could remember feeling. He cried out, a harsh,
barking scream which filled the room and Eva could feel his shaft
ripple and pulse inside of her. Deep within, she could feel a new,
foreign heat and wetness as he released himself into her.
    As she felt him finish within her, Eva’s screams and
groans turned to near sobs. She could feel wetness fall from her
eyes, tears, sweat, every wonderful emotion tumbling down her face
and body. Along with her final surrender, Eva felt Brooke’s finger
trace the path of the tear down Eva’s cheek.
    Eva opened her eyes as she felt Peter’s body curl
behind her, his loving kiss pressing her spine. Above her, Brooke
leaned in just so and kissed her cheek.
    Loved from both sides, Eva’s tears flowed in a
liberating release she could not define.
    “Happy Valentine’s Day, honey,” Peter said.
    In unison, still play acting and yet not, Eva and
Brooke said, “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”
     

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Devil On My Shoulder: The Ravenwood Circle
Story 3
     
    Watching the frosty haze outside her office window,
the snow pouring down on Chicago as the workday ground through its
finishing minutes, Lane sat fighting temptation. It was a fight she
wanted to lose.
    From the ninth floor of the Exeter Building, in the
offices of McGavin and Trent, her office window was less a window
and more a solid wall of glass. It looked out from downtown to Lake
Michigan, open to the slow curtain of falling snow powdering the
city. The streetlights were winking on, giving the white canyons of
the city a soft orange hue. Lane looked out at the cold beauty and
saw none of it.
    What ran through her mind was a dream, wonderful and
dangerous. It could wreck the professional reputation she had been
building since college, get her sued and surely get her fired.
Still, she could not stop her mind from spinning images so
delicious and taboo work became impossible. Twenty yards from her
office door sat a cluster of McGavin and Trent’s fall semester
interns. Most of them were the pale young men and women one would
expect to find their way into accounting, which is a nice way of
saying the kind you would see once and forget forever.
    But among them sat Kyle Berman, the young man she
wanted. She hungered for nothing less than for Kyle to march into
her office after the last of the staff had left, press her spread
eagled, ass out, against her wide window and fuck her into
delirium. Imagining his dark brown hair messed from her