Charged Hose — Marata Eros

Alpha Erotic MFM/FF/MM Menage

Zoe brings it for Darrell but maybe he's not ready to embrace the lifestyle....

Zoe discovers she can't take the vanilla out of the man. Darrell is 100% chocolate and no amount of cream dilutes his needs.



EXCERPT:

I feel something tickle me. I swipe a hand over my nose and it twitches.



Tickling. Soft.



Feather.

I come fully awake and jerk upright.



Immediately I take in that my wrists and ankles are bound. The soft tethers rattle against the posts of my bed.



My eyes snap open.



What. The. @uck.



I'm fatigued from my torturous work out. I scan the dim room and there's Zoe.



I try to feel fear that she's snuck into my condo with the @oddamned key I gave her.



But she looks so hot standing there that I can't -- I forgive her immediately.



She's dressed in all red.



Like the devil.



She saunters toward me, hips swaying in a seductive stroll that makes the only part of my anatomy that's not tired come alive. Her long hair sweeps her waist as she moves.



My @ick rises like a Phoenix, ready to take flight. And there's the bulls-eye. Right between those sweet mocha thighs.



I can see her hot pink center. Her @ussy lips show through the sheer window of her panties, the slit fully visible.



“What the @uck, Zo?” I ask, hot and bothered.



Or bothered, and definitely hot. I'm still pissed though.



She jerks her chin to my bedroom door without answering. “Okay boys.”



I yank against the restraints, they rattle but don't give. I glance down at my ankles and wrists. I'm cuffed tight. How did she manage to do that?



Note to self: no more exhaustive work outs. Look at how my girl came in here and managed my @ss.



Short story length.