Free The Red Velvet Horse (Siren Publishing Allure) by Iona Blair

and practiced fingers.
    “A blow job, please…” He would be less likely to catch a disease that way, he reasoned. Fucking a mouth was infinitely more exciting than being merely jerked off by a fist, anyway.
    “Mmmm…that’s good…I love it,” he murmured, as Carla treated him to some of the best head he’d ever had. Her tongue flicked around the head of his cock and bathed the entire shaft with rhythmic electrifying movements.
    He was aware of a door closing suddenly from somewhere down the hall, and out in the street a car door slammed twice in quick succession.
    “Oh yes…yes…” he cried out as his climax drew near and Carla increased the tempo to match the wild undulations of his hips. Then she cupped his balls gently with one hand and shimmied her little finger into his anus with the other one.
    “Oh God…that’s great…I won’t last…” he gasped in feverish abandon, as the great well of frustrated cum burst forth like a bulging dam bursting at the seams.
    “You sure you wouldn’t like to fuck me? It would round the whole thing off nicely.” Carla ran her hands over his body, paying special attention to his bum and inner thighs.
    Holt was getting hard again, and the thought of vigorously fucking this well-accomplished little sextress, held great appeal for him.
    So donning a condom that looked as if the swelling of his cock would break it, he eagerly joined Carla on the bed in the back room.
    “God, but you’ve got a lovely little cunt.” He held back the lips to examine the small pink flowers within. Then he played with her clit for a while, curious to see whether it was true what was said about prostitutes. Namely, that they never became aroused.
    Carla proved them wrong. For her clit soon became as rigid as a tiny cock and her cunt wet and swollen.
    “So you do really want to be fucked,” he remarked in some surprise. He wasted no time in mounting her and giving her the fucking of her career.
    “Come back and see me again,” she invited, while he dressed quickly and made for the door. “I enjoyed that. I truly did.”
    He believed her, for he had felt the powerful contractions of her prolonged orgasm tug away at his rutting cock as he had fucked her within an inch of her life.
    He patted her bum, which jutted out at a seductive angle beneath the thin chenille robe. Then after tucking an added tip into her cleavage, tripped happily downstairs.
    He had visited Carla regularly after that. Feeling guilt at his deception of April, yet driven on by the excitement and his clamoring hormones.
     
    * * * *
     
    “I don’t see how we can hold out much longer,” April told Holt, breaking the angry silence long enough to discuss pressing financial matters. “Ever since the robbery we’ve just been getting by on a wing and a prayer.”
    It was late on a rain washed August evening and the rich aroma of freshly perked coffee wafted through the store.
    Holt bit down on a pastry and licked the icing off his fingers. “We won’t have to,” he replied mysteriously. “There’s going to be a sizeable injection of cash forthcoming very shortly.”
    “What did you do, rob a bank?”
    Holt quite maddeningly, refused to elaborate. Except to repeat for the umpteenth time that he took full responsibility for the robbery and the lack of insurance coverage.
    “I forgot to arm the security system, and neglected to keep up the premiums. It was unforgivable.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Nick Eglassio was a little brown nut of a man, with a shrewd expression and hooded eyes. Always dressed to the nines in yellow waistcoats and diamond stickpins he knew everyone in the art business, and particularly those who were less than honest.
    “I heard about your misfortune, and I’m so sorry,” he said to Holt with a valiant attempt at sincerity. “And of course, I thought of you immediately when this particular…business deal came up.”
    I bet you did, Holt thought bitterly, amazed to find himself actually consorting