Jan Springer - The Pleasure Girl

Getting on her hands and knees, she whipped away the covers and caught the intense way he gazed up at her. That sexy look made her tummy hollow out in such a nice way.

Squatting over him, she lowered herself and angled her pussy over his engorged erection until she felt the smooth cockhead nudge against her vaginal opening.

He grinned up at her again. That damned smile of his flipped her out, distracting her from the job with all these butterfly sensations running through her body. Wasn’t she supposed to be pleasuring him? Instead, he was making her feel so wicked and wantonly hot, it was sinful.

His gaze raked her breasts as she maneuvered over his torso. He reached up, his hands melting like liquid fire over her waist as he guided her into the proper position over his engorged cock. She descended, her pussy enveloping his large girth. They both inhaled together as she crouched lower, his cock impaling her, the pressure unbelievable due to the plug in her ass.

“That’s the way, babe,” he whispered and hissed as he lifted her and brought her down onto his shaft again. Harder this time, making the breath suck right out of her lungs. Gosh, this felt so good.

She forced herself to keep her eyes open and study his reaction. His brown eyes were glazed with arousal, and his smiling mouth twitched as he lifted her and brought her down on him again and again. As pleasure sparkled through her, she surveyed the dark, sexy stubble on his face, the thick column of his neck, his heavily muscled chest and arms. And his scent. Oh, wow, she really did like his scent. So alive and potent, it had her inhaling it deeply into her lungs, and she felt her skin get nice and warm and her heart felt happy.

She noticed his smile had faded away and he was really looking at her, too, and really liking what he saw. Oh, man, she was reading way too much into this again. Bad girl. Then the tips of his mouth twitched again as if he wanted to smile but he was holding himself back. That small movement ripped her out of her daydream state. Yep, better get back to reality or the guy was going to think she was some sort of nitwit.

As he brought her down again, his erection plunged deeper inside of her. She gyrated against his pelvis and he groaned. Her body tightened as carnal sensations grabbed and took hold. She could feel him tensing, knew he was going to come right along with her.

Mindless pleasure zapped out of nowhere, slamming into her. She bucked and gyrated as the pleasure raced through her like bolts of lightning. Oh, if this wasn’t heaven, then she didn’t know what it was.

He moaned raggedly, and the erotic sound just about drove her crazy. She rode him as hard as she could, gyrating her hips against him while he held tight to her breasts. Soon they were both sailing into the abyss of scorching passion, and Teyla knew she’d never experienced anything so beautiful in her life.

Logan found himself smiling as he listened to Teyla’s soft breathing against his ear. They’d fallen asleep last night after that wild orgasm. Her on top of him, him still impaled inside of her. Just feeling her warm pussy clenched around his cock as she slept had him hardening quickly.

Man, he’d never been so damned horny with a woman before. Usually, after a couple of fast fucks, he’d lose interest in the chick, but not with this one. He resisted the urge to reach up and stroke her hair. Resisted the urge to roll her over and start fucking her again. Right now, he just wanted to enjoy how sweet it felt having her curves pressed up against him.

Yeah, real sweet. He could get used to this. Real used to this.

“A penny for your thoughts,” a familiar male voice suddenly whispered from somewhere nearby and to his right.

Hell! If he hadn’t immediately recognized the voice of one his partners, Spencer Greer, he’d be very caught right now, wouldn’t he?

Shit! How come he hadn’t heard anything? Man, he was really living on the edge with this woman, wasn’t he?

“You can open your eyes, we know you’re awake,” his other partner, Cassidy Cane, murmured softly, obviously not wanting to wake up Teyla.

Logan opened his eyes and found the two men grinning down at him, very amused at having found him in this compromising position.

“She certainly does look good on you.” Cassidy chuckled.

“And he means that quite literally,” Spencer whispered.

“Great sense of humor, boys. Now get lost, I want some privacy.”

“Privacy? Since when? You’ve never been bashful about being naked in front of us before.”

There hadn’t been quite this kind of woman before, he thought to himself.

He detected a shift in her breathing, realized she was slowly coming out of sleep mode. The last thing he wanted was for her to meet the guys while they were leering down at her.

“Fuck off, gentlemen, the lady is waking up, and I don’t want your ugly mugs to scare her off. You’ll meet her in a bit.”

“Your wish is our command, oh, master.” Cane’s grin widened, and he did a low, sweeping bow before Spencer’s nudge urged him out of the bedroom.

Just in time, too, because Teyla’s pretty, dark brown eyes fluttered open. She smiled at him, and damned if his heart didn’t do one hell of a neat flip. Oh, man, he was falling way too hard for this chick. He needed to freeze his heart. Keep this emotionless. It was after all, just a business transaction between them.

“I think I heard someone,” she whispered, her entire body tensing.

“Yeah, well that would be the boys,” he admitted.

She blinked sleepily, as if trying to figure out what he was saying and then recognition snapped through her face. Her smile wobbled and she swallowed. He wasn’t sure if she was afraid or if she was nervous or excited, or maybe all three? Maybe he should ask her if she’d changed her mind?

“When did they come?” she asked and as she made a move to get off him, she inhaled softly, realizing he was still buried inside her. He could feel her vaginal muscles clench around his shaft a whole lot tighter.

Fuck, but she was sweet. The guys would appreciate her, just as much as he did. And he wanted to watch her get fucked. It was a fetish of his. To share. Man, he wanted to fuck her again. Now. But he’d wait. They had all day.

He forced the warmth out of his heart. Forced the emotions from him, as well. Had she been his woman, he would have broken her in slowly. Just as he’d done his wife. But hell, those days were gone.

“Get dressed,” he ordered. She winced at the coldness in his voice and guilt slammed into him like a sledgehammer. He swore softly beneath his breath as she wiggled off him, her warm cunt reluctantly letting go of his stiff cock.

“I’ll put the coffee on. Take your time. Make yourself pretty for them. They’ve been without a woman for a long time.”

She nodded, and as she stood, she grabbed a blanket off the bed and wrapped herself in it as if she were enveloping herself in a yellow cocoon, protecting herself from him.

Damn it! He was an asshole for acting so cold toward her.

He got out of bed, found his jeans, and climbed into them. He tried to ignore how cute she looked with that waterfall of messy, silky brown hair tumbling all around her body while she watched him dress. Tried to resist this overwhelming urge to take her into his arms and give her a mind-blowing kiss. He took a step toward her, but laughter from the other two men from the kitchen area stopped him dead in his tracks.

Yeah, he needed to cool down. To get out there and away from her, or he’d end up in here the rest of the day. He needed to get updates from the boys regarding the posse and if they’d heard from the rest of the gang.

Grabbing his shirt, he headed for the bedroom door. When he reached it, he hesitated. He didn’t want to leave without at least apologizing for his gruff order a moment earlier.