Costumes

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Sean MacReady

ISBN :978-1-55410-740-7

Page :111

Word Count :27750

Publication Date :2011-06-19

Series : #

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Available Formats : Costumes (pdf) , Costumes (prc) , Costumes (epub) , Costumes (mobi)

Category : Contemporary Romance , Erotic Romance

Product Code: 978-1-55410-740-7

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When Tiffany wants a tutor, her father buys the best...

The other girls are looking at Tiffany Sterling like they know something she doesn’t. But who cares? Whatever comes her way, she’ll be cool enough to handle it. After all, she’s the epitome of a high-society senior at the homecoming prom of an elite Austin high school. Her date is the school’s football quarterback, Damon “The Demon,” a stud who has plans for the rest of the evening. But what happens when Damon is history, and cool doesn’t work any more? Dating Matt is unthinkable. He’s a movie nerd. The only reason he’s in her life at all is because he has the best grades in Mr. Bernard’s Theory of Film class. And when Tiffany wants a tutor her father buys the best.

“Eager and ready,” he said. “None of the other team’s players laid a hand on me. No bruises, no sprains, nothing to keep us from enjoying ourselves.” He closed the distance between them and drew Tiffany into a kiss. Then he turned her and positioned her in front of him, facing the mirror, so he could watch his hands play with her breasts. She picked up the drink he had mixed and swallowed it.

Then she relaxed into his embrace, concentrating on enjoying the caresses. Eventually he smoothed his right hand down across her garter belt. He slid his fingers under her lacy thong and through the closely trimmed hair below. His throwing hand, she thought as he teased her open.

When she was suitably lubricated she turned and pushed his briefs off his hips, letting them drop around his ankles. She took his cock in her hand and stroked it. She watched his face as he looked down, and she felt the tip of his cock leave a wet streak on her stocking. She murmured, “Do you want me to do you?”

“Oh yeah, Tiffany,” he said. “I want to fuck you bad.”

He sure likes to use the F-word, she thought and let him give her a hard, groping kiss. Then she pulled away and strutted toward the bed. She dropped her thong, bending over to pull it past her high heels and give Damon a long look at her ass. Then she turned to let him admire her fully. “How do you want to do it?” she purred.

His eyes locked on the inch-wide strip of honey-colored down left from her bikini wax. “Spread yourself in the middle of the bed, Tiffany. I want to fuck you real bad.” He stroked his erection while she arranged herself in the center of the king-sized mattress.

She spread her legs invitingly, but as soon as he took the first step forward, she covered her nearly-bare mound with a professionally manicured hand. “Forget something?”