Heart Song Anthology Carolyn Faulkner (rooftoppers txt) 📖

Miranda lifted and opened her legs. She looked at Alison, beckoning her forward with her eyes as she slid her body up the bed, her head coming to rest on a pillow.

Warrington saw what was happening and pulled out of Alison, freeing her to crawl onto the bed on her hands and knees, smiling, angling her face towards Miranda’s open legs. She looked back at Warrington, seeing him standing at the end of the bed, removing the condom, smiling.

His penis was rock hard.

“Matt,” Alison waved for him to follow her onto the bed.

Miranda lay back, her head resting on the pillow, her hair creating a halo around her flushed face, and Alison crawled closer, slowly lowering her face towards Miranda’s glistening pussy. Miranda’s downy blond bush stopped above her clit, her pink puffy, bald pussy glowing with her juices. Alison lowered her face into Miranda, smelling the warmth of Miranda’s sex, feeling the heat of her pussy on her cheeks.

Alison tentatively flicked her tongue over Miranda’s slit, tasting a woman, other than herself, for the first time. “Yes,” she breathed, before pressing her tongue more firmly onto Miranda, the tip of her tongue finding Miranda’s open pussy lips. Alison traced a line with her tongue up and down along Miranda’s pussy.

As Warrington inserted his penis into Alison’s pussy from behind, she briefly raised her head. She spread her legs wider to give him a better angle. Warrington began rapidly pounding Alison from behind, ramming his penis deep inside her, knocking her forward, pressing her face into Miranda’s spread, open body. Alison used this motion, pushing out her tongue, letting it press hard against Miranda’s clit with each of Warrington’s thrusts.

Alison could tell Miranda was close. Alison’s lips and cheeks were getting wetter and wetter as she continued to lick Miranda. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to give Miranda the same pleasure Miranda had given her moments ago. Just as she thought it, it happened. Miranda’s juices gushed out on her face, soaking her, as well as the bedspread. Alison opened her lips to drink in as much of Miranda’s nectar as she could. She’d never tasted anything so sweet, so warm, so delicious. Even after Miranda had stopped coming, Alison continued to lick her pussy, hungry for more.

Alison pulled her face away from Miranda’s pussy, easing back slightly. She reached down with her hand and rubbed Miranda’s clit hard with her three middle fingers. Miranda shuddered and came some more as Alison rubbed her.

Just as Miranda orgasmed, Alison became aware of Warrington’s penis as it began to grow inside her. She knew he was close. She took her hand off Miranda and leaned back. Alison clamped down on him, making herself tighter. She picked up his rhythm and matched him stroke for stroke. Not surprisingly, Warrington was arousing her. Alison shuddered as a little ripple of an orgasm wrapped itself around his penis, causing him to climax. Alison sat back hard on Warrington’s penis, loving the sensation of his warm fluid shooting inside her.

Alison fell forward onto Miranda, laughing as she did so. Warrington fell out of her in the process. He slid his body up the bed to lay beside Miranda, on his back. Alison wriggled her body upward, planting a kiss on Miranda’s lips. She then leaned over and kissed Warrington as well. She rolled off Miranda and wedged her body between the other two. All three lovers lay on their back, looking up at the ceiling. They were all smiling. Alison’s smile was the largest.

“Damn,” said Alison, “that was some last dance.”

The End.

Michelle Peters

Michelle has been writing stories for as long as she can remember. After several years working in the hotel industry, Michelle has now dedicated herself to her writing. While she has dabbled in short fiction, freelancing and stage plays, Romance is her genre of choice. Michelle creates relatable characters that explore the steamier side of romance, stories with a little spice. An incurable romantic herself, she draws on personal experiences as much as possible.

Michelle lives in Canada with her partner and their two terriers, Jack and Lilly. Between stealing time to write, Michelle, her partner and the dogs are rarely found indoors, taking full advantage of the outdoor lifestyle Canada has to offer, no matter the season.

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Adored

Carolyn Faulkner

Chapter 1

“If you’re not careful, you’re going to get a spanking along with your engagement ring,” came the soft, husky warning.

She’d seen that look before, heard that scolding tone of voice all too often, and knew it well enough that she absolutely could not suppress the urge to squirm in her chair, a movement which she knew his hawk eyes wouldn’t miss.

Sean was down on one knee before her with a velvet ring box in his hand. Tess could hear the distinct lack of the usual conversation that buzzed around them and knew that all eyes in the restaurant were on them.

Damn he’s handsome, she thought. Too damned handsome for her, really. What did the man see in her, anyway?

Sean could see her busy little mind whirring away, but succeeded in distracting her by opening the box to reveal the big marquis diamond with two good-sized baguettes on either side. Her frosted pink fingertips had flown immediately to her matching pink frosted lips, those shockingly violet-blue eyes round with surprise.

“Be mine.” Not at all a question – more of a Valentine command, though this was the day after Valentine’s Day.

With total disregard for the expensive dress she was wearing, Tess joined him on the carpet to throw her arms around him and whisper, “Yes, please,” into his ear and feel those muscled arms pull her even closer against him.

Was that a sigh of relief she’d heard? Had he been worried about