Crissy Smith: Lacey's Seduction

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Lacey’s Seduction

ISBN #978-1-907280-30-6

©Copyright Crissy Smith 2009

Cover Art by Lyn Taylor ©Copyright October 2009

Edited by Jess Bimberg

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Published in 2009 by Total-E-Bound Publishing 1 The Corner,Faldingworth Road , Spridlington, Market Rasen,Lincolnshire,LN8 2DE ,UK .

Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-burning.

Dedication

To my #1 fan (he knows who he is) for the daily encouragement and the constant support. Soon we will be reading your books!

Five years, she'd waited.

Five years, she'd wanted him.

Tonight, after months of planning, she would have him.

Lacey Palmer stood in front of Brent Wilson baring her soul. The black lace camisole parted seductively, giving a full view of her soft, round breasts. The matching thong would come off with just the slightest tug.

The black stockings hugged her legs, stopping at her tanned thighs, and the stiletto heels that finished the outfit would put her mouth at just the right height.

She motioned him into the plush hotel room with a crook of her finger and toss of her hair.

He stepped inside, looking like every woman's fantasy man. Dark hair and eyes matched his tanned face. As he approached she watched the muscles of his thighs strain against the material of his slacks.

She could tell he was already hard. But she wanted more from him.

His face showed his surprise when he’d seen her open the door half dressed. She’d sent him an email that said she would be coming to town to attend a conference. It was just a small lie. But one she hoped would result in spending the entire weekend wrapped around him. She hoped she could turn their friendship into something much more intimate.

Lacey closed the remaining distance and ran the tip of her tongue over his jaw and across his lips. When he opened his mouth to allow her access, she moved down.

She didn’t kiss him yet. If she did, she might lose control and her seduction would go to waste. Brent was an alpha male, and she wanted to give him a night of pleasure. Give herself to him so he might feel more for her.

She was encouraged that he hadn’t questioned her yet. He hadn’t backed away and told her to stop.

She swallowed the fear of rejection and continued to try to entice him to her bed.

He looked elegant in his dark pleated pants and white button down shirt. He was tall, over six feet of pure American beef.

With shaky fingers, she undid each button of his shirt. Once she reached the waistband of his pants, she pulled the shirt out and let it fall to the floor.

Running her hands first over his shoulders then his chest, she bent her head to place feather light kisses.

He lifted a hand and buried it in her hair, and as she moved lower, it tightened. When she reached the clasp of his pants, he grabbed her hand.

"Be sure," is all he said, his voice soft and quiet.

She shivered in anticipation.

Oh, she was sure. She was absolutely positive that this night with him would be even more spectacular than her fantasies. She brushed his hand away and slowly undid the clasp and zipper. Letting them fall to the ground, she moaned in approval as his erection sprang out. He didn’t wear any underwear, and for some reason, that turned her on even more.

She gently wrapped her hand around him and ran her thumb over the tip, collecting the small drop of pre-cum. Her mouth watered at the thought of tasting him.

The hand in her hair tightened even more. Looking up at him under her lashes, she stroked up and down.

His eyes gave away the pleasure he was feeling from her touch. She continued to stroke him until he was thrusting in her hand. Then, slowly rubbing her body against his, she dropped to her knees.

First, she teased with just small, light licks. When she finally took him in her mouth, he moaned. Looking up, she found him watching her. He was so handsome. His brown eyes were dark, almost black with obvious lust. She let the length of him slide from her mouth, then took him back in, going deep. His body trembled for her. She continued at a torturous pace and grew more aroused as he thrust into her mouth.

She wanted him desperate for her.

When he yanked her up by her hair, she went willingly. He walked her backwards from the living area into the bedroom until the back of her knees hit the bed.

There he held her, staring into her eyes before slowly lowering his mouth to hers. The kiss was hot, brutal, and demanding. She moaned in the back of her throat. He trailed his hands down her body and cupped her breasts. She arched her back, pushing them into his palms. He teased her nipples through the lace, then he pulled and ripped the camisole down the middle.

He broke from the kiss and held her breasts in his hands. He smiled as he met her eyes for an instant before lowering his head to engulf one plump nipple in his mouth. The wet heat felt so good on her that she grabbed his arms to hold her up. Her knees were going weak. When he released one nipple, he took the other one. Still cupping one breast, he teased his fingers over the lace that separated him from her hot wet core.

Lacey moved into his touch. She had been right when she'd thought one small tug would break the thong. In seconds, she was pressed up against him, wearing nothing but the stockings and high heels. As she dropped her hands to his lower back to press him more intimately into her, he laughed softly.

He turned her around so quickly she almost lost her balance. But he was there to position her the way he wanted. He bent her over the bed with her hands out in front of her. He moved close behind her, and she could feel his hard cock pressing into her ass. She wiggled to get relief from the fire that threatened to consume her.

With strong hands, he yanked her head back, exposing the long, slender column of her neck. Warm lips kissed and nipped at her throat as he sank his cock into her. It felt so good to have him inside her body, her muscles clenching around him.

She arched her back so she could take him deeper. Her moans came out fast and loud while his grunts were low. One of his hands remained at her waist holding her in position for his assault, while the other cupped her breast and pinched the nipple. This, this was everything she had wanted.