Pendelton Manor by B. J. Wane Page A

him as he loosened his hold on her waist and cupped her breast, she whispered, “I not only like working for you, but I need this job.”
    “I, and my cousins, have looked for someone who wouldn’t high tail it out of here at the first sight of bare skin for a long time. Trust me, baby, your job is as safe, if not safer, if you decide you want to play.” Adrian rolled her nipple between his fingers, eager to distract her from everything except the pleasure he intended to give her. As her eyes glazed with lust, he smiled and turned her back towards the solarium. “Don’t they look pretty all entwined together? Do you wonder what it feels like, having all that soft skin against yours, a soft mouth between your legs bringing you to orgasm instead of your own fingers?”
    She did, Sophie thought but refused to acknowledge that out loud. Adrian’s hand shifted to her other breast as his free hand went to the snap on her shorts. Leaning her head back against his hard shoulder, she blamed her fuzzy, wine clogged senses as she gave in to the inevitable and allowed him to push his hand into her panties, gasping as his fingers came into contact with her moist, swollen flesh. Burning, helpless need exploded lightning fast as he slid easily into her pussy while his hand kneaded her breast, the dual stimulation almost more than she could stand.
    “Adrian, please,” she begged in a voice she didn’t recognize as his talented fingers barely brushed her clit before moving away from that swollen, needy bundle of nerves.
    “Not yet, Sophie. Watch the girls, see how their bodies are straining towards each other, imagine how slick they are, how close they are to orgasm. Imagine it’s me going down on you, my mouth sucking on this tight little knot.” He rasped over her clit again, tempted to press and linger, but resisted a little longer. Thank God she was so wet because her sheath was tight and he wouldn’t have been able to get three fingers inside her comfortably unless her juices were thick enough to ease their way. “Been a long time for you, hasn’t it?”
    Sophie didn’t want to talk about how long it had been since she had been with Emily’s father or the reasons she hadn’t felt a man’s touch since that one night stand. Her hair had dampened slightly from the mist, her body glistening and cooling from it, but her nipples burned as did her pussy, making her shiver from the contrasting sensations and the need Adrian continued to build within her.
    “Please, Adrian, just let me come.” Thrusting against his hand, she urged him to finger fuck her with deeper, harder strokes, to touch her clit long enough, hard enough to let the climax she felt building roll through her.
    Damn, he thought as she bucked against him, who would have thought she would be so responsive, so hot and greedy from just his fingers? He was starting to regret giving in to the temptation to go to her, giving in to the desire to make her come that had been plaguing him for the past week. He had no wish to hurt her, but he also had no desire to get involved either, at least not until he found out which one of his cousins had betrayed him. Avenging Nicole’s death had to come first and with that thought in mind, he pushed his fingers deep into her pussy, exploring every inch of her vagina with nerve stimulating strokes as he returned to her clit, using his thumb on it like she had begged him to.
    “Come, Sophie,” he demanded, angry with himself for giving in to the temptation of her. “Come on my fingers and my hand. Let me feel you spasming around them like you would my cock.”
    Sophie barely registered his angry tone, wondered at it then forgot it as the crescendo built until it filled her with the wonder of it, her hips grinding against his hand as she pushed her breast against the hand palming her flesh, the fingers pinching her nipple until the slight sting made her rupture in pleasure. Crying out, she let the climax wash over her, let it