1. The Devil's Pact Side-Story: Leah's Reunion


    Date: 5/28/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Male / Females, Oral Sex, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 85.7, Source: sexstories.com

    screamed. “Just run them over!” The bodyguard driving—a sultry, Latina whose silver choker named her 43—gave me a peculiar look, but ignored my command. “It'll just be a few more minutes,” Jacob soothed, pulling me closer to him. “How can you be so calm!” I snapped. “Don't you care about her!” Anger flashed across his face, but he relaxed it away. Jacob rarely showed his passion outside of the bedroom. “You know I care. I want to see her just as badly as you do.” “Then show it, dammit!” “That's not fair, Rach!” He stared fixedly at me. “I've been by your side this entire damned weekend glued to the fucking TV, hoping for news that she lived.” Guilt flooded me. “Sorry,” I muttered, then let out a frustrated scream and pounded on the side of the SUV. He kissed my forehead. “I know.” Finally the convoy fought through the crowd and we pulled up at the Hotel Murano. I almost tripped and fell on my face in my haste to escape the SUV. I didn't pause to admire the fires that danced before the beige, stone walls of the hotel's exterior; I only had eyes for my brunette wife standing awkwardly in the hotel lobby. She wore a tan, terrycloth robe wrapped about her figure and a timid smile on her angelic face. “Leah!” I shouted, throwing my arms around her and kissing her lush lips. Leah stood frozen for a moment, then her arms wrapped around me and she returned my kiss with passion. “You look like hell, Rachel” Leah giggled when I broke the kiss. I probably did. I had barely slept in ...
    three days, and hadn't taken a shower once or even ran a comb through my bushy, brown hair. Leah looked tired, dark bags beneath her eyes, but she smelled of rose soap and lavender shampoo, and her skin was white and lustrous. “You had us worried,” I told her. Jacob swept the both of us up in a hug, his thick glasses askew as he kissed Leah just as passionately and lovingly as I had. “Are you okay?” he gently asked, caressing her cheek. “I'm fine,” Leah answered; her tone was a little flat, her hazel eyes shifting. Before I could press her, she gushed, “You have got to see our rooms. Our Gods gave us a beautiful suite.” Her smile turned arched. “And a huge bed.” Jacob grinned, his glasses slipping more, and I was afraid they were about to fall off his nose. So I reached up and pushed them into place. My reward was wonderful kiss—strong lips, rough stubble; a man's kiss—and I felt my knees grow weak. I loved my husband as much as my wife. “Let's go check out this bed,” he smiled, an arm around each of his pretty wives. There was something I wanted to ask Leah, but Jacob's kiss drove it right out of my mind. I'm sure I'll remember it before too long.“Okay, let's,” I answered, leaning on my husband's shoulder. I smiled, Leah leaned against his other shoulder and seductively licked her tongue at me. We entered an elevator and Leah pounced on Jacob, fumbling for his belt. “Fuck me!” she moaned. “In the elevator,” Jacob flushed. “Yes,” purred Leah. “I need your cock! Take me! Use me ...
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