What a Night! by @meganslayer #clubrules #hotread #bdsm #erotic

What a Night! by Megan Slayer

Club Rules, #4

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He’ll make her fantasies come true.

Mark wants this anniversary to be one his wife, Lyssa, will never forget. He’s going to pull out all the stops and make love to her all night long. But she’s got a few tricks up her satin sleeves as well. Will his plans go up in smoke, or will this be the night they’ve dreamed of?

Search Terms: Short Story, BDSM, Romance, Interracial Romance, Erotic Romance, Contemporary Erotic Romance 

EXCERPT:

Copyright© 2017 Megan Slayer

“I’ve got to knock his socks off.” Malyssa stared at herself in the mirror and shifted her hips. The crimson silk draped down her body in a soft shower of red. The underwires boosted the girls, showing off her deep vee of cleavage. The built-in boning accentuated her waist. She rested her hands on her hips and pursed her lips.

“Prepare to be wowed, baby,” she said to her reflection. She’d been married to her husband, Mark, for twelve years. Twelve years of good times, bad times and lots of sex. Each time she saw him, her heart raced. He made love fun.

Tonight, she wanted to do something fun for him. Something to make their anniversary memorable. The new negligee would certainly start the night off right.

She glanced over her shoulder at the box on the bed. The bright blue paper shimmered and the bow rustled from the breeze through the French doors in their bedroom.

Mark pampered her. Whatever she wanted, he provided, but they worked as a solid team. Would he like her gift? Giddiness washed over her. Picking the present went over her budget and pushed her out on a limb. He’d either love her present or flip out.

She smoothed her hands over her stomach, working the wrinkles out of the satin. Mark would be home in less than fifteen minutes. Perfect timing. She stepped into the high-heeled shoes and moved the present from the bed to the bureau.

She strolled down the stairs with the skirt of her negligee in hand and mused on the last twelve years. When she met Mark, she made the first move. She offered to buy him a drink at the nightclub. He balked, then accepted.

He knew all the lyrics to her favorite song, “Poison.”

“Are you going to be my poison?” He smiled and threaded his fingers with hers.

“I’m not poison,” she told him. “I’m better.”

After that night, they never looked back.

“Lyssa?” Mark’s footsteps thumped on the tile floor. The scent of steak wafted through the air and her mouth watered.

Malyssa hurried the rest of the way down the stairs to where Mark waited. He grinned and the dimple in his cheek deepened. “There’s my sexy girl.” He snagged her in an embrace. “I love the red. It’s perfect against your skin.”

He met her for a kiss, swiping his tongue over her bottom lip. She grabbed his ass and squeezed.

The man’s ass had been built for grabbing. Tight, round and just right for her hands. She melted into his touch and moaned.

Mark broke the kiss first, but didn’t let go of her. “I wanted to wait, but it’s not gonna happen.” He caged her between his body and the wall. “Need you.”

He hiked her skirt up over her hips and slipped one hand between her thighs. “No panties. Nice.” He caressed her slit, smearing her juices over her pussy lips. “Want to feel you around me.”

“What are you waiting for?” She popped the button on his dress slacks, then eased down the zipper. The soft cotton of his boxer shorts barely contained his erection. She suppressed a shudder as his warmth seeped onto her hand. She encircled his erection with her fingers, despite the fabric between them.

“You’re playing with fire,” Mark murmured against her neck. His kisses switched between love bites and licks. He worked his cock out of his boxers, then hooked her right leg around his waist. In one swift move, he entered her and groaned. “Jesus, this is always the best.”

Her back knocked into the wall with every thrust, but she didn’t care. She needed him with a primal urge, as much as he needed her. She clenched her inner walls around him, holding him tight in her pussy.

“Shit, you make me never want to leave your cunt.” He buried his face against her neck and growled. His teeth scraped her skin and sent sizzles through her veins. He bit, adding a dimension of lust-filled pain to her pleasure.

Lyssa dug her nails into his shoulders and held on with all her might. Christ. She didn’t want this tryst to end either. She closed her eyes and rode the waves of desire as well as his cock. Her legs trembled and she gasped for air. Her pussy quivered.

“Mark!”

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