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I don’t get flustered. I’ve been with guys ten years older than my dad, and done things with them that are still illegal in most states. But Trent Williams flustered me. I felt like a schoolgirl again, except there wasn’t anything school-girlish about the tingling fire he set off in my pussy.
Trent
saw me blush, and his face lit up with that same wicked grin he used to get on the tennis courts when his opponent had made a fatal mistake.

“Um, hi Mr. Williams.”

“
Trent
,” he corrected smoothly, his eyes dancing at my discomfiture. “
Trent
is fine. You aren’t in high school anymore, Jenna. Please come in.”

I couldn’t help myself; I brushed against him as I went through the door. Big, big mistake. The heat between my legs cranked up another hundred degrees. I was ready to do him right there in the foyer.
Trent
felt it, too. From the way his eyes were glued to my ass I could tell he was measuring it to see how his cock would fit.

When we got to the kitchen,
Trent
stood well inside my personal space, as though daring me to do something. I could feel the moisture between my legs, now, and the walls of my pussy were fluttering down deep inside of me. The only thing that stopped me from throwing myself at
Trent
was Brian. I don’t fuck around on my boyfriends; that’s just not cool. I wanted to so badly, though, especially when I caught sight of the large bulge in
Trent
’s jeans. I took a careful step back while I still had the willpower to do so.

“I’ll be back at ten,” he said with a smile that told me that he knew exactly what effect he was having on me, and that he was confident that he’d be fucking me before long.

As he left, I sank onto a barstool with a deep sigh. My knees felt watery and my heart was pounding. My body ached to feel him inside of me. Damn, this was going to be a tough one.

I bolted as soon as he got home, not giving
Trent
any time to work on me, and hurried back to my apartment to meet Brian. He was waiting when I got there, and we went upstairs together. By the time I closed the front door he already had me half-undressed, so it didn’t take him long to get the rest of my clothes off and sweep me off to bed.

I was still on fire after my encounter with
Trent
, and Brian soon had me back at a full boil. His tongue slid against mine, and as I felt his fingers brush across the smoothly-shaven skin of my mound I parted my thighs for him. Fingertips found my clit, already rock-hard and aching with need, and swept gentle circles over the taut skin. I whimpered deep in my throat, and his hand moved lower, down my slit to my throbbing pussy. His fingers pushed gently into the opening and found me already soaking.

“Damn, you’re wet, Jenna,” he breathed, one finger toying inside my tight hole. “Just what have you been thinking about?”

Excerpt from
Brooklyn
Reese’s
Seducing the Daddy

I put the phone down and made my way to the shower to cool off.

“Focus, focus, focus.” I chanted as I doused myself with the lukewarm pulse raining down from the showerhead. “He’s your new boss. This isn’t healthy. You probably imagined his glances. He’s a father, for chrissakes. He’s old enough to be
your
father, for chrissakes! Snap the fuck out of this!”

It was no use. I knew my mind wasn’t going to win against my aching, wet pussy. It had been far too long since I’d felt the warmth and hardness of a man against my skin. The idea of Mitch being the next one to enter me quickened my breathing and had me dripping with desire. I had to release this tension – just this once, and then wash him from my mind, as it were. I traced my fingers lightly down my neck, closing my eyes as I reached the perky mounds on my chest. I imagined Mitch’s large hands cupped over them and that wicked smile playing on his lips as he flicked his tongue over them, forcing my nipples to harden and pucker, daring him to lick, suck and nibble every inch of their pinkness. I moaned with lust and grabbed the showerhead from its resting place and slid down the wall of my fluid sanctuary, taking the hose with me. I felt my clit swell with delight and anticipation of what was coming next. With a flick of my hand, the light, pulsating stream turned into a full-force power jet that beat like a drum against the side of the tile enclosure. I scooted back as far as I could and spread my legs wide, fantasizing about Mitch being there, watching me, and playfully working his expert tongue around my hot, smooth cunt and rock-hard knob. I groaned with pleasure and rammed two fingers in my slick tunnel, working them in and out, feeling the swollen flesh close in around me. I starved for more. My entire body was screaming with the need to be fucked any and every which way possible. I brought the nozzle between my thighs and pointed it inward, holding it just far enough away to pound rhythmically against my clit. Fuck, yeah. Oh, god, this is it. If I can’t have a thick cock stuffed inside me, this is the next best thing. I kept the head on me, allowing myself just enough pleasure to push me to the brink, and then I quickly pulled away, taunting and toying with my hot, saturated mound of flesh. I was hell-bent on making damn sure I wouldn’t topple over the edge until the last possible moment. I kept on like this, again and again, willing my body to cling to the pleasure building inside and take me to a place that I almost couldn’t turn back from. I had my pussy begging for more. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep this up, but I wasn’t ready to let go of my fantasy of Mitch just yet. I alternated between the jets and my fingers, pulsating against me, fucking myself, pushing my buttons. Lost in the moment, I had a sudden image of Mitch shoving his cock into my asshole. It was forbidden territory and still tight in its untouched virginity. Its hotness was right there; ready to be penetrated in much the same way.

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