Thursday, March 27, 2014

A Taste of Thursday



People began to stare.

"And what could you have done as his fist collided with your pretty face? I couldn't have that now could I?" Reed's eyebrow arched.

"It wouldn't have hit me, I would have moved out of the way. He was slow— I had everything under control. You men are all the same only looking to fulfill your own pride, make sure you're seen in the good light. I'm no distressed elfling." Clover took a step back, anger permeated from him. His nostrils flared out and his face began to turn the cutest shade of red. Clover resisted the urge to smile.

"Next time I will oblige your pride." He advanced on her, taking away the distance between them. His jaw clenched when he reached her. Clover moved backwards, wary of his intentions. His green eyes glared. "Are you worried now, Elfess?"

Her breath hitched as he crowded her and moved her further back until her ass found the counter. He placed his hands on either side effectively capturing her. She had nowhere to go. "I'm not worried. Why should I? You kept him from hurting me so I know you won't turn around and do the same thing." She licked her lips. She felt the wetness on her panties and rubbed her legs together enjoying the friction.

"No I won't hit you, but there are plenty of things running through my mind to appease the whip of your tongue. I should see to it that you are punished for your brazen words." He leaned in, his lips hovering above hers. Her breath quickened and she waited for those lips to devour her. "I could lick you until your mouth only said my name. I could let my cock loose upon you and have my way. I know you'd allow it- I can smell your desire, Elfess."

Her panties soaked, a tightness wound its way around her core and she desperately wanted him to punish her.

He stepped back and let her go. "But it wouldn't do much good since a harlot isn't my type. I prefer the kind of lady who sticks to one man not many."

Her mouth dropped. He did not just call her a slut. She didn't even know what to say. So many eyes were watching. He'd basically fucked her with words and left her hanging then insulted her. She'd been with one man in her life, but why should she tell him that? Let him think her beneath him. Clover saw him as the challenge he was. She'd seduce him, make sure he wanted her, no matter how many times she had to come back. At least her desire would please Malik. She advanced on him. "You're right, savior. I eat elves like you alive, devour them between my lips, suck out their souls, swallow their juices, and spit out their hearts." She gave him a sultry laugh. Her hands shook, her confidence was an act. She wanted to scream at him, call him a liar and defend herself, but revenge was better.

She crowded him right back, this time she walked him against a wall. "And you want me all the same." She leaned in, her pussy pulsed at being so near to him. She could feel his muscles tight against his shirt and his cock responded, hardening as she slipped her hand over his trousers. She resisted the urge to groan, to show him how much he affected her. She'd do to him exactly what he thought she would. If he intended to accuse her of it, she might as well prove him right. She let a gasp escape her mouth just above his. Reed's lips parted and she took the opportunity to slip her tongue between them and slowly coax his tongue to play. He tasted of mint and smelled of a spring rain, clean and fresh. She would eat him alive.

Her panties were so wet she could feel her juices moving down her thigh. She'd never realized how hot it would feel to challenge a man. The familiar tingle of the nether came over her in a slow sweep. She smiled as she pulled her mouth away. His eyes were wide. She slipped down to one knee undid his pants and pulled out his hard on. He was gorgeous. The nether was calling but she wanted to make sure she left an impression. She slipped the tip of his prick between her lips, gave his cock a squeeze to remember her by, and felt herself pulled into the nether, disappearing from the onlookers, the bar, and Reed. She wouldn't be the one standing there for the fall out and a laugh escaped her as she drifted leaving him standing there with the feel of her wet lips still on him as she vanished.


~I haven't been working on much recently being slammed at work- so I give you this taste from The second novella book I have published- Tempting Clover.

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8 comments:

  1. I loved the way you wriote this scene. It was very erotic and well described. I especially love this line. "He tasted of mint and smelled of a spring rain, clean and fresh." Well done.

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  2. I love it <3 I agree with Pablo. The use of the senses make this extremely powerful. :)

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  3. I love how Clover loves being independent. Your visual descriptions are excellent. I'm loving this story. Great taster

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  4. I love the very intense interplay of lust, egos and jostle of power in this very intricately woven tapestry of words. Well done!

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  5. Visiting from A to Z! Looking forward to your posts. Just a few days now :)

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  6. Nicely done! Very hot. Well written. Loved how she gave as good as she got. Don't think he'll forget her very easily. :)

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