Passion Shattered (Masquerade Part III) by Emily Jane Trent Page B

another emotionally crushing experience.
    “I worked on it, secretly. I feel like it’s a part of me. There’s something about that pain ting. It seems to have a life all its own.”
    Ryan recalled how he’d described the painting he wanted one of the first times he’d been with Heather. It was at his office. The memory was highly erotic. He’d been unable to resist her, like now. He looked at her round breasts under her short little top, wanting to lift them out and see them naked. Those lush, soft firm breasts needed his mouth on them.
    “Will I see you later?” That lyrical voice gripped his heart. Her green eyes gave her away. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
    “I have plans for you, baby.” His voice sounded throaty with desire. Heather felt a liquid heat flow through her core. Desire pulled her to him as if she were attached to a magnetic string. She stood up, her body not willing to be denied, aware that she behaved with Ryan as she had with no other man.
    Ryan’s eyes opened wider as she kicked off her high heels and slowly stepped over the wood planks under her bare feet until she stood over him. The glazed look in her eyes had his cock pressing tightly against his jeans begging for attention.
    And Heather was all too willing. “I’m feeling hungry,” she whispered in a deep sexy voice. She knelt before him. Ryan sat mesmerized by her beauty, the scent of her female arousal permeating the air. One by one, she opened the buttons of the fly of his jeans. Her sex clenched when she saw he was wearing a thong under the denim. It was just a band low across his hips with a soft cup that held his hot balls and hard penis.
    Grabbing the band she pulled down over his huge erection, allowing it to spring free. The picture of them together in the garden, both fully clothed, with Ryan’s thick cock sticking out in the open air was highly erotic to her.
    The beautiful cock swelled before her eyes, the veins bulging. Without hesitation she touched it, using light teasing touches. “So nice,” Ryan groaned. She rounded the swollen knob at the top with her finger knowing it would be overly sensitive right now. Ryan watche d with glassy eyes, licking up and down with her wet tongue, eating him like she was savoring a de licacy. Her hard nipples were visible though the thin garment she wore, taunting Ryan.
    She opened her mouth and took in part of his length , sucking lightly. Ryan moaned and his head fell back. She began to take more of his hot member in her mouth, feeling it further back in her throat. Pleasure seemed to radiate through her , causing a throbbing between her legs.  She moved her head back and looked up to see Ryan was watching her. He grabb ed his balls in one hand in an attempt t o relieve some of the wonderful pain he was in.
    She took that moment to pull her mouth off, hearing a little pop as he sprung free. His hips arched up slightly, not wanting her to leave. She looked into his partly closed eyes knowing his need. She raised her hand but instead of gripping his engorged cock, she batted it gently and watched it sway, springing away and back, tightly. Ryan’s moans excited her.
    She waited, not even a second, and batted again. Back and forth only slightly, side to side, his cock swayed. His moans became louder. Heather felt her own wetness seeping into her pants. She tortured Ryan several more times, k nowing his cock ached for release .
    She placed a slender hand around his hard dick and slid it up and down, gradually harder . S he looked up at him, seeing h e hadn’t taken his eyes off her. She opened her mouth slightly and licked her lower lip provocatively. Then, she touched the very tip of the head of his penis with the tip of her tongue, swirling around it, purposely driving him crazy.
    She opened her mouth , and with her hand at the root of his throbbing dick, took in half of his length and sucked . She wanted Ryan’s cum in her mouth. It felt so private, so intimate. He was