My Heart's Passion by Elizabeth Lapthorne (good books for 7th graders txt) 📗

use the intimate knowledge of Samuel’s fantasies to seduce him into a willing love slave. If she could fall head over ass in love with him, then the least he could do would be to return the favor.

Now, what was that fantasy he described? Ah yes, a wanton, beautiful woman astride him, taking her own pleasure from him, on top of him, and giving him immense pleasure in return.

Chloe snickered.

Piece of cake.

She grinned as her inner wanton unfurled and took over her mind.

Relaxing her throat muscles and inhaling deeply through her nose, Chloe took Samuel even deeper down her throat. Sucking tightly and letting her tongue caress the throbbing veins along his shaft, she mentally plotted her next move.

Let the games begin.

Chapter Eighteen

Samuel closed his eyes and tried not to writhe in pleasure. Chloe had virtually swallowed his whole shaft—no mean feat—and the pleasure her tongue was giving him, not to mention the suction she wielded like a pro, was going to be the end of him. His balls were tight and fit to burst, and in about a nanosecond he would be shooting his seed down her throat.

Before he could reach that incredible peak, however, Chloe continued fisting his shaft, but removed her warm, wet, indescribable mouth.

“No…” he gasped, totally out of breath from the pleasure, “please don’t! Chloe, don’t leave me here!”

He, who prided himself on his control and skills between the sheets, was reduced to begging. If he wasn’t so in love with the girl he might resent the power she wielded over him.

When he could breathe again, think coherently without desperately craving to drag her underneath him and fuck her raw, he intended to seduce her and keep her here with him—somehow. It was a problem for later.

“Patience, Samuel, I thought big-shot private eyes knew how to be patient.”

Samuel choked on his laughter. “My dear, no man alive is patient when having his cock sucked so perfectly. Anyone who says differently is either bragging or an outright liar.”

“Hmmm…” she murmured, her face lost in contemplation. Samuel stared at her, at the angles of her face, at the dark, soulful brown of her eyes, and the blonde highlights in her hair. While lost in the lust of his thoughts, he barely noticed Chloe sitting upright. When she began to stroke his shaft again, oh-so-lightly, he writhed in the pleasure.

“Do you remember what you said one of your favorite fantasies was?”

Samuel nodded his head, too caught up in the sensations to verbalize a response.

“I think it’s only fair of me to make one of them come true for you. So hold on tight.”

With that, she angled his cock just right, so she could impale herself on him. They both moaned, him in abject pleasure as his shaft was embraced in her tight, wet heat, her at the incredible hardness and pressure from the different angle.

She sat down fully on him, and he stared up at her. The warm lamplight made the blonde in her brown hair come out, cast a glow on her skin. He reached up and noticed his hands were shaking slightly. He palmed her breasts and enjoyed their smooth softness.

She sat up slightly, pulling away from him and replaced his hands with her own. Enchanted, he let his hands fall away and stared like a man possessed.

Slowly, she began to ride him, up and down, up and down, creating friction and the best sort of pleasure a man could hope to receive. She played with her breasts, tweaking the nipples already standing out for attention. Up and down, up and down she rode, driving him out of his mind.

Samuel felt the pressure begin to build yet again, but this time was determined she find her ultimate pleasure as well.

“It’s better,” he panted, “if you angle yourself like this.”

And with that he held her hips just a moment and turned her slightly, so he could penetrate her deeper.

She cried out, her hands falling away from her breasts as she grabbed his waist for stability.

“Oh my, yes,” she panted. “That is definitely a better angle. It’s amazing how deep your knowledge of a woman’s anatomy is.”

Holding his waist for the new angle, she lifted herself and rushed back down onto his huge shaft. Moving faster now, not so intent on teasing anymore, she worked them both faster, sweat beginning to bead on her flushed skin.

“I can feel you so deeply, Samuel. This is incredible!”

“Move faster, Chloe. I’m burning up here.”

Grunting and moaning, they both moved together in synch. The sound of flesh hitting flesh, their panting breaths, filled the small room, and Samuel worried he would explode before Chloe could find her own satisfaction.

Thankfully, when he began to think of taking control of their lovemaking, Chloe threw her head back and moaned from deep in her throat. He felt her walls contracting around him and he sat up to get as deeply as possible inside her. Put off-balance, she grabbed his back, holding onto him so she wouldn’t fall.

In a single motion once her contractions eased, he laid her back and came down on top of her, thrusting himself the entire way up inside her. Finally able to release himself, he came in a single thrust. Yelling his release, he spent himself inside her, and collapsed, completely exhausted.

After a moment, Chloe wriggled and he turned onto his side. Gently, he stroked her sweat-slicked skin, enjoying the soft, satiny feel of her.

“That was fantastic. Thank you, Chloe-girl.”

She smiled.

“You gotta stop stroking me,” she mumbled, her eyes still closed. “I’m tired, I don’t have your stamina. Let me nap a bit and wake me later.”

Still stroking her, he kept his touch light to let her ease into sleep. He certainly would wake her later, but being a true gentleman, he let her sleep for now. After two rocketing orgasms, he could afford to let her sleep.

For half an hour or so.

Chapter Nineteen

Early Sunday Morning

Chloe sat in the tiny café and sipped her cup of English Breakfast tea. Eyeing the