Bad Boy Valentine: The Hard and Dirty Holidays by Celia Aaron Page B

felt Professor Stevens between my thighs, his large hands spreading them apart.
    “Actually, I have.” I felt his breath on my pussy and I moaned into Mrs. Stevens’ mouth.
    She came up for air. “What have you changed?”
    He licked up my pussy, his tongue somehow hotter than I was. I wriggled as he kissed and sucked. Mrs. Stevens pushed me sideways so I lay on the couch.
    Professor Stevens growled as she moved down my body and began licking where he was only moments ago. He unbuckled his pants, letting them drop and kicking them away. Then he climbed onto my chest, his legs pinning my arms to my sides. His cock waved in front of my face before he pushed it between my lips. I took it in, wanting to swallow all of it. Mrs. Stevens took over my clit and played it like an instrument.
    “A month ago I got with the attorneys and – mmm, that’s it Ms. Finnegan – put half in your name, just as it always should have been.”
    He reached down and gripped my hair hard as he fucked my mouth. Mrs. Stevens stopped licking me and I whimpered around Professor Stevens’ cock.
    “Greedy girl,” she scolded and pushed her fingers inside, massaging me as she spoke. “Are you being serious Nick?”
    “Yes. It’s all been done. I can show you the papers once I’m done with Ms. Finnegan.”
    I moaned at his words and ran my tongue along his shaft. Mrs. Stevens returned to my pussy, her hot mouth glued to my sensitive clit. My hips rose up to meet her mouth as she tongued me. I swallowed Professor Stevens’ head, squeezing him with my throat.
    “Fuck, Ms. Finnegan.” He pistoned harder, making my head push back into the leather.
    My hips began to jerk erratically as my pussy tensed.
    “Come for me, baby girl,” Mrs. Stevens purred and seized on my clit again. A scream rose in my throat as I came but it was doused by Professor Stevens’ hot load shooting into my mouth and down my throat. He rammed his cock home as he yelled out his pleasure. I swallowed every bit of it and wanted more. When he removed his cock I followed it with my head, unwilling to relinquish it.
    “She certainly is a greedy girl,” he said.
    He and Mrs. Stevens crawled off me and embraced.
    “Do you promise, Nick?”
    “I promise. And I know it’s been hard, but we don’t have to divorce. We can share Ms. Finnegan.”
    I sat up.
    “Would you let us share you, Zoey?” Mrs. Stevens asked, her catlike eyes roving over my naked form.
    Professor Stevens unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop, revealing the muscles along his chest, his abs. He was stripped bare and began unzipping Mrs. Stevens’ dress.
    From over Mrs. Stevens’ shoulder, his gaze focused on me. “Yes, Ms. Finnegan. Let us share you.”
    Mrs. Stevens’ dress hit the floor revealing pert, dusky nipples and a perfectly trimmed triangle of dark hair at her pussy.
    I looked from one to the other before nodding and saying, “Yes, professor.”
     
     
     
     
    Forced by the Hitmen
    Forced Series, Book 3
     
    A hand clapped over my mouth. My eyes flew open. My scream only went as far as the palm against my lips. Even in the low light of the bedroom, I could see the silver glint of a knife. It was only an inch from my face. Notches ran along the back and the metal narrowed to a thin, sharp blade.
    “Make a sound and I’ll gut you.” A deep rumble of sound, then more pressure from his calloused palm. He climbed on top of me, pressing his knees into my arms, his hand still in place to keep me silent.
    “I like it when they scream.” Another deep baritone came from somewhere out in the darkness of the room. His accent was Southern, but he was no gentleman. Not if he was in my bedroom, uninvited, in the dark.
    “Later,” said the man on top of me. He glared down at me. A vicious scar bisected his eyebrow, slashed across his nose, and ended at his square jawline. Black hair. A thick haze of stubble covered his cheeks. His eyes were dark, sinister.
    I froze – not breathing, barely