Free Legal Action - Box Set by Kimball Lee

began to shudder and she felt her pussy squeeze around his fingers then flood them with wetness. The intensity of the orgasm rocked her over and over and she cried his name as he held her steady while he sucked her clit and fucked her with his fingers.
                  At last he removed them and pulled her down to him and unzipped his pants.
                  She pushed his pants down past his hips, then she lay on the Oriental rug and pulled him on top of her.
                  “Hurry,” she whispered urgently, as she wrapped her legs around him.
                  “The bed,” he started, but she was already working the head of his cock into her. His eyes held hers and he plunged into her and they both cried out as they fucked on the floor. He watched her cum again quickly and still he pumped into her until she fell over the edge once more and he fell with her.
                  Eventually, they climbed into his bed, beneath the cool, smooth sheets with the setting sun pouring in through the tall, arched windows. There was a perfect view of the ocean below his bedroom and they watched the sun sink into the horizon and he drifted to sleep against her rounded breast like a baby.
                  He apologized that he couldn’t keep his eyes open. He’d barely had any sleep all week, thinking of her. He was embarrassed to admit it, but it was true.
                  She studied his, fine, masculine, face as he slept. She ran her fingertips over the high cheekbones and was filled with wonder at his wide eyes with their thick, dark lashes. His chin was square and strong with a deep dimple that drove her mad, it was so fucking sexy . His mouth looked innocent in sleep and she kissed his lips and tasted herself there.
                  He kissed her back, his hand in her hair, his tongue finding hers. He hugged her to him and she moved on top of him, his eyes were still closed but his cock was full again.
                  She mounted it and his eyes opened and watched her ease herself down on him slowly, working to fit him in.  His breathing was tortured and his hands went to her hips, holding her up, not wanting to push in too far. She raised and lowered herself slowly and he struggled not to move, to let her use him as she pleased. Her head went back and her long hair swept his thighs, she moaned and moved to her own rhythm. She rocked against him using only part of his cock, he felt her little pussy tensing and pulsing around him and the sensation was his undoing.
                  He thrust hard into her, she had been in such a reverie that she gasped and opened her eyes. His face was wild and anguished. “I’m sorry,” he said, “I’m sorry, baby.” He said it over and over as he plunged his cock deep into her. He was lost in sensation as her pussy trembled and clinched down on him and she cried, “Don’t stop, don’t stop.” He fucked her and watched her cum again and again as he punished that far spot within her, and he never wanted to stop.
                  Afterward, they lay panting and exhausted and satisfied. They had ‘room service’ dinner that his chef prepared and two maids arranged on the balcony. The table was set with china, crystal, linens and fresh flowers and Charlotte marveled that Bly simply made a call to his staff and such luxury magically appeared.
                  “Dinner for two in your bedroom, obviously your staff is used to that,” she said, trying to sound like she didn’t care.
                  “I won’t lie and say it hasn’t happened before, you know I’ve had plenty of women,” he said. “That brings up a subject I’d like to ask you about without you going off the deep end.”
                  He took her silence as his cue to go on.
                  “My jealousy over what you do when you’re not with me