Free Bound And Sold: Sex Slave Auction 1 by Bree Bellucci Page B

Addison, as well as Anna and Grayson, knew
each others’ bodies like the back of their own hands. Every tender spot, every
irresistible zone, they knew it all. And Charlie was heading in for the kill
there on the dark beach. Addison was more than willing to surrender to his
touch, as she always was. There was nothing she loved more in the world.
    Anna and Grayson’s voiced trailed away as they fell to
pawing for each other in the cold. Charlie smiled down through the darkness,
hiking the blanket closer around himself and Addison. Addison brought her face
toward Charlie’s, lay her lips tenderly against his. She took his bottom lip
gently between her teeth and bit down ever so slightly. They all shuffled
between being a tiny bit sadistic and just a little masochistic as well. The
four friends were sexually fearless, always trying new things when they
desired. They were honest with themselves, and each other, about what they
wanted, simple as that.
    With an expert flick of the wrist, Charlie unbuttoned the
fly of Addison’s jeans and slipped off his glove. Addison shivered a bit as his
chilly hand came to rest on her bare midriff. He let his fingers warm against
her body, sliding his tongue against hers. They never hurried, Charlie and
Addison. When they were together, they took all the time they needed. No amount
of time was too much to devote to making the other happy. It was the only thing
that they were really concerned with, this making and taking of pleasure with
each other.
    As his skin warmed beneath the blankets, Charlie slid his
hand under the elastic band of Addison’s panties. She gasped a little as his
fingers brushed the tender flesh above her groin. They’d only been back for
winter break for a couple of days and hadn’t had their hands on each other for
months. At this point, every little contact was absolutely to die for. Addison
writhed against the sand beneath their blanket as Charlie stroked her sensitive
skin. He moved his hand inch by inch, until his fingers finally slid between
the lips of her pussy.
    He gasped, realizing how wet she had become with mere
proximity to him. He slid his fingers up and down along the length of the hot,
wet slit, and Addison closed her eyes, savoring every moment. She could feel
the blood rushing to her groin as the pleasure of Charlie’s touch overcame her.
She felt lightheaded with longing, wanting to suspend the moment and advance
it. Charlie rested his cheek against Addison’s, taking his time. His fingers
felt for every fold, every inch of Addison’s pussy. He knew her so well, but
every time he touched her it felt utterly new.
    Charlie poised his fingers against Addison’s wet pussy, and
she wrapped her arms around his neck in anticipation. As she lay her cold lips
against his neck, he slid his fingers into her. The penetration sent Addison
into a dizzy spell of pleasure. Charlie plunged his digits further into her
dark chamber, tickling her in the best of possible ways. Addison kissed his
neck deeply, loving the feel of his fingers inside of her. He knew exactly how
to feel for those spots that drove her wild, and she couldn’t help but gasp as
he played her pussy like a piano.
    Suddenly, Charlie’s strong thumb rested against Addison’s
clit. She cried out, surprised by the intensity of her pleasure. Every time
they were apart for a spell, she forgot exactly how wonderful it was to be
touched by him. And every time they reunited, she was quickly reminded. Charlie
rubbed her aching clit as he thrust his fingers into her pussy. Addison was
sure she would pass out from the intense pleasure, sure that she’d never be
able to keep her head on while he touched her so expertly. The doubled sensation
was driving her absolutely crazy there on the beach.
    Charlie kneaded her clit passionately. Applying just the
right amount of force, and faster by the moment. Addison wrapped her fingers
together behind Charlie’s back, digging her teeth into the padded shoulder