Justin Cash stood outside the closed door to Coralee Montgomery’s bedroom and stared at the brass knob. An hour ago, Annabelle had tracked him down by the stables and insisted he follow her to the main house. He’d been sure he was about to get fired. Figuring Mr. Montgomery had caught him staring at his wife in a less than professional manner. It wasn’t like it was totally his fault. The mistress of the house like to parade around in those short skirts and curve hugging silk tops that caused any man with a pulse to stop and appreciate what God had gifted her with. That and to imagine just what was hidden under those clothes. Justin imagined it plenty. Every night when he’d closed his eyes he pictured Mrs. Montgomery spread out naked on his bed, all that lush, pale skin his for the taking. And man did he take. He took until she was screaming his name and begging for more.
Closing his eyes and letting out a long, shuddering breath, Justin forced the images away. It was not the time or the place for those thoughts. When he opened his eyes again, he glanced around the hall, just waiting for Jefferson to grab him by his shirt collar and drag him out of the house. Mr. Montgomery was no where to be found though, which meant his curiosity as to why he was there in the first place was rising. So was the knot in his stomach that still screamed at him that he was in hot water. Squaring his shoulders, ready for the battle that he was sure was about to take place, he turned the knob and stepped into the room.
The large master suite was dark, except for the flickering light coming from at least a dozen lit candles spread across the room. The French doors to the balcony were open, letting in the light from the full moon that threw shadows along the wall. The scene was surreal, especially given the sight of the female that stood with her back to him just inside those open doors.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Justin took a couple steps closer to get a better look. His body hardened at the sight and his heart started to pound so hard he was sure it was echoing in the massive room. He should probably turn around and leave. There had to be a mistake. Maybe Anabelle meant for him to go to a different room.
Coralee Montgomery stood there, staring out into the night. Her long red hair cascaded down her back, looking so much like silk that his hand itched to reach out and stroke it. All that was covering her lush frame was a dark blue robe that hid nothing. The transparent material gave him an unobstructed view of every dip and curve. His eyes moved over her, and all he could think was that he wanted her to turn around so he could see all over her, and commit it to memory.
“Are you going to stand there all night, or our you going to come to me, Justin Cash?”
The soft, seductive voice moved through him like a siren’s call. Without realizing it, his feet started to move, bringing him closer to what had to be a dream. Because this couldn’t possibly be real. The female standing practically naked in front of him was part of his imagination working over time. That was it, he thought as he moved to stand behind her, the heat of her body so close now that it caused him to shudder almost violently. This was a dream.
“Do you not speak, darlin’?” Coralee’s hands moved behind her, finding his, bringing them to rest against her hips as she leaned back into him. “It’s a lovely night? Tell me something, Justin, do you know how to please a woman?”
Justin swallowed audibly when his hands closed over her soft, silk cover hips. Her question had his mind racing with thoughts of how he could please her. How he could make her scream and beg, and cum for him over and over again. When he spoke, his voice was hoarse.
“I’ve never had a complaint in that department, Mrs. Montgomery. Your husband might object to me being here though. Exactly why am I here?”
The hands the were covering his moved, taking his rough, callous palms on a journey over her ribs and further up until he was cupping her high, full breasts. She squeezed her hand over his, a moan escaping her lips. Letting her head fall back against his shoulder, she pressed further against his palm. He could feel her nipples harden beneath the thin barrier between them and he longed to take one of those tight peaks into his mouth and hear her make that noise again.
“Call me Coralee. And don’t worry about my husband. He is no concern of ours.” She squeezed her hands against his again, her body starting to move in the most sinful way. His cock hardened, straining against the tight material of his jeans. That was when she dropped her hands and turned so she was facing him. Splaying her hands across his chest, she looked up at him with catlike eyes. “You’re here to please me, darlin’. I want you to touch me. I want you to take me. Do you think you’re man enough to do that.”
Every nerve in his body came to life and he let out a low, deep growl. From the first moment he saw her, this was all he could think about; taking her, tasting her, fucking her on every surface, in every position possible. Now there she was, practically demanding it from him. His eyes darkened, but he took a step back. Something about this wasn’t right. She was a married woman, he couldn’t do this.
When he took a step away from her, Coralee tilted her head to the side then grabbed hold of the sash that was holding her robe together. With one gentle tug, the material parted, exposing her pale, naked skin. With a shrug, the robe fell off her shoulders to pool around her feet. Justin was pretty sure every rational thought in his head vanished at the sight of her naked body. What he imagined in his dreams was nothing compared to the reality of it. His feet couldn’t seem to move though. He was bound to the floor by an invisible force, unable to move back to her. All he could do was stare. Take in every freckle, every curve. Imagine what her skin would feel like beneath his hands. When his eyes finally made it back to her face, he saw the frown that pulled at her lips.
“Apparently I chose wrong. It’s ashame too, we could have had fun together.” Turning from him, as if dismissing him, she walked naked onto the balcony. “I’m sure I can find someone that is willing to fuck me.”
The harshness of her words snapped him out of his stupor. What was wrong with him? This woman was offering herself to him. Offering him the most incredible gift spread out before him and all he could do was stand there like an idiot. He wasn’t a novice when it came to sex by any means. He knew how to please a female. Knew how to make her scream and writhe beneath him. Letting out a strangle snarl, he approached her with purpose. When he drew nearer, he grabbed onto her hips, forcing her back against him.
“The only one that will be fucking you, Coralee, is me.” Something came over him then. A need that practically saturated every inch of him. His hand slipped down between her legs and he cupped her sex possessively. It was obvious that her husband didn’t know how to satisfy his woman. He was going to show her what it was like to be well and thoroughly fuck.
His other hand moved to her breast where he squeezed it tight, causing her to squeak in surprise. Sliding his knee between her legs, he forced her thighs apart. He want her spread out wide. Wanted anyone who was out there in the night to see what he was doing to her. Justin hoped that Jefferson was out there somewhere watching. Gliding his fingers between her folds, he stroked her, enjoying the way her body pressed back against him and started to rub like a cat.
“That’s it, darlin’. Touch me.”
Coralee was in heaven. The rough pads of his fingers rubbing against her sex was like a jolt of pure white heat rushing through her veins. She wanted more though. Wanted to feel those long fingers pressed inside her, fucking her until she forgot her name. Forgot his. Turning her head, she licked her tongue along his neck; the salty, masculine taste causing her to purr.
Without warning, she was turned around, and his mouth was descending on her. His lips were soft, but punishing when he claimed her lips. There was a desperation in his kiss. A need that sent her head spinning. Coralee parted her lips. The moment she did, his tongue invaded her mouth. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled herself closer, their tongues now battling in the most erotic of duels. He tasted of man, of sin, of forgotten fantasies that she planned on living out over the next eight nights. Feeling his hands on her ass, she wiggled closer, spreading her legs wider in hopes he would touch her again. He didn’t disappoint. His fingers moved between her legs, and he pressed the tip against her entrance. He didn’t enter her though, just played until she was shaking with need.
When his hand disappeared, she whimpered at the loss. But soon she found herself being lifted up, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist. The rough material of his jeans glided across her pussy as she rocked against him, making her wetter and ready for him. She wanted him naked. Wanted him inside her.
“I need to taste all of you.” His words were rough against her mouth and soon the softness of her mattress was against her back. She arched her body up, rubbing and pleading for him to touch her. Lips finally releasing hers, moving over her jaw, down her neck and further until his mouth suctioned over her nipple.
A gasp left her lips when teeth bit down hard. The sudden sting of pain thrilled her, but it was gone too soon. The loss didn’t last, not when she felt his lips trail across her stomach. Lifting her head, and resting back on her elbows, she watched as he moved sinfully down her body. He didn’t take her in his mouth as she expecting him too. Instead, he left the bed, leaving her aching. She needed to be touched. She needed to be fucked. What on earth was he doing?
All thoughts stopped as he started to remove his clothes. Her stableboy was every bit as sexy as she remembered him to be. When he was naked, standing before her, she let her eyes linger over every hard edge, and smooth muscle. The bed shifted under her when he joined her again, causing her heart to speed up.
“I planned on taking you into my mouth,” Justin said as he started to move up her body. “Planned on licking and tasting every inch of your pussy. Finding out how sweet you were, then doing it again. And again.”
Coralee visibly shook at his words. The image of him between her parted thighs, licking and sucking had her growing wetter and hotter by the second.
“Instead,” he continued, “I’m going to fuck you. I can’t wait to be nestle inside you. Feeling how hot and wet you are.”
“Yes,” she breathed. It was the only word she could say. The feel of his cock rubbing against her made her spread her legs wider, her hips to rock up.
“You want me to fuck you, Coralee?” The head of his cock nudge at her entrance. “Do you want me to take you so hard that you can no longer remember who you are?” He slid in a little further, stretching her in the most, sweet, exotic way.
She had no idea where his bravado had come from, but she didn’t care. “Yes!” She screamed, rocking her hips up hard at the same time he slammed into her. Her body arched, arms wrapping around him as he started to fuck her. His hand slipped under her knee and he brought her leg up, changing the angle, bringing him even deeper inside. There was no way to describe what she was feeling. The wickedness of fucking another man. The erotic way his scent washed over her. The hard, mind-numbing way he was taking her.
“Fuck, Coralee. You feel like silk.” He slammed into her again, causing the bed to start shaking. “Perfect.” Lips moved closer to her ear. “So damn perfect.”
Nails scrapped against his back. The sound of their bodies coming together almost violently filled the room. Part of her wondered if Jefferson could hear her screams of pleasure. He was the reason she was doing this. He was the reason another man was on top of bringing her so close to orgasm.
“Don’t stop. More, Justin. Give me more.” He obliged her, pulling out only long enough to flip her onto her stomach, and draw her up. His hands gripped her hips hard, then he was inside her again. Fucking her from behind with a force that told her he was lost in bliss. When his hand snaked around her and his fingers found her clit, she screamed. A sensation that she hadn’t experienced in far too long started to work it’s way through her. It slammed into her so hard, she could no longer move. Her body was arched, hand fisted in the mattress, and she was flying. Somehow she managed to look towards the balcony, and right before her head swam with the most incredible sensation, she could have sworn she saw Jefferson staring back at her.
Seven more nights, dear husband. Seven more nights.
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