along her jaw and down her throat. She put her head back and moaned softly. It felt incredible and for a brief moment she thought she might be dreaming.
"I've wanted you for so long, Trinity," he whispered in a dark husky voice that sent shivers down her spine.
"Me too," she said, her hands coursing through his hair, the silky strands slipping between her fingers like an added caress. Wow. Things were happening too fast, so fast that before she knew it, she was standing naked before him. Despite the coolness of the room, her body was on fire. The way he looked at her, his gaze raking over her body, devouring her like a starving man made her knees weak. Good grief! If he could turn me on with just a look, I can only imagine what he'll do to me when he finally touches me.
He brought his hand to her mouth and traced her lips with the pad of his thumb. "I've dreamt about what it would feel like to have your mouth, to see these pretty little lips of yours wrapped around my cock."
She flashed him her best seductive smile. "No reason you need to keep dreaming." Trinity dropped to her knees, astonished with her own forwardness. She knew she shouldn't have had those last two glasses of wine. At least she wasn't a self-conscious fumbling idiot like she normally was around him. She undid his belt and with one solid yank removed it from his pants and tossed it to the floor. With trembling hands, she unzipped his pants and his cock sprang free. Holy hell! Staring her in the face was the biggest, thickest, hardest cock she'd ever seen. It was gloriously intimidating.
Laszlo gathered her hair into his hands and held it away from her face. He smiled down at her. "Is it too much for you, love?"
It annoyed her how sexy his arrogance was. Yes, Laszlo was a walking, talking Adonis who was hung like a friggin' horse. And he knew it. Hell, everyone who had ever laid eyes on him knew it. Herself included, but she'd be damned if she'd let his size and confidence intimidate her. She licked her lips and wrapped her hand around his shaft, slowing stroking down his length and then back up, her palm circling around the head before taking him into her mouth.
He put his hand on the door with enough force it startled her. "Fuck," he groaned and sucked in a breath.
Trinity smiled at his reaction. Obviously she sucked pretty well. She swirled her tongue around the ridge of his cockhead, her hand still stroking his shaft as she savored the taste of him. Hot, hard, masculine—it was a heady mixture that, she realized, could become quite addictive. No wonder his countless one night stands continued to come back for more. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could until it became uncomfortable, before slowly pulling back. "Mmm," she murmured.
"Shit your mouth feels so good," he said.
With surprisingly controlled movements, Laszlo fucked her mouth; in real slow and deep and then out. She sat on her knees, mouth open, body still, and allowed him to take his fill of pleasure from her. It was making her really wet to listen to him moan, to watch him from under her thick lashes as his chest heaved with every labored breath and to see his head flung back, eyes closed, and lips parted as he inched closer and closer to his release. Trinity was prepared for him to come in her mouth. She anticipated it with reckless abandon.
And then he yanked out of her mouth with a snarl. "Come here."
As soon as she was on her feet he had her pinned against the door again, his mouth crushing hers with a kiss that demanded obedience and surrender. As if she could do anything else. She'd surrendered to him the moment she agreed to come up to his room. Laszlo shoved his pants down over his hips and let them pool around his feet. He grabbed under her knee and pulled her thigh to his waist, first one and then the other until she felt the head of his cock penetrating her slick, eager channel. Stifling a cry, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her feet
"I've wanted you for so long, Trinity," he whispered in a dark husky voice that sent shivers down her spine.
"Me too," she said, her hands coursing through his hair, the silky strands slipping between her fingers like an added caress. Wow. Things were happening too fast, so fast that before she knew it, she was standing naked before him. Despite the coolness of the room, her body was on fire. The way he looked at her, his gaze raking over her body, devouring her like a starving man made her knees weak. Good grief! If he could turn me on with just a look, I can only imagine what he'll do to me when he finally touches me.
He brought his hand to her mouth and traced her lips with the pad of his thumb. "I've dreamt about what it would feel like to have your mouth, to see these pretty little lips of yours wrapped around my cock."
She flashed him her best seductive smile. "No reason you need to keep dreaming." Trinity dropped to her knees, astonished with her own forwardness. She knew she shouldn't have had those last two glasses of wine. At least she wasn't a self-conscious fumbling idiot like she normally was around him. She undid his belt and with one solid yank removed it from his pants and tossed it to the floor. With trembling hands, she unzipped his pants and his cock sprang free. Holy hell! Staring her in the face was the biggest, thickest, hardest cock she'd ever seen. It was gloriously intimidating.
Laszlo gathered her hair into his hands and held it away from her face. He smiled down at her. "Is it too much for you, love?"
It annoyed her how sexy his arrogance was. Yes, Laszlo was a walking, talking Adonis who was hung like a friggin' horse. And he knew it. Hell, everyone who had ever laid eyes on him knew it. Herself included, but she'd be damned if she'd let his size and confidence intimidate her. She licked her lips and wrapped her hand around his shaft, slowing stroking down his length and then back up, her palm circling around the head before taking him into her mouth.
He put his hand on the door with enough force it startled her. "Fuck," he groaned and sucked in a breath.
Trinity smiled at his reaction. Obviously she sucked pretty well. She swirled her tongue around the ridge of his cockhead, her hand still stroking his shaft as she savored the taste of him. Hot, hard, masculine—it was a heady mixture that, she realized, could become quite addictive. No wonder his countless one night stands continued to come back for more. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could until it became uncomfortable, before slowly pulling back. "Mmm," she murmured.
"Shit your mouth feels so good," he said.
With surprisingly controlled movements, Laszlo fucked her mouth; in real slow and deep and then out. She sat on her knees, mouth open, body still, and allowed him to take his fill of pleasure from her. It was making her really wet to listen to him moan, to watch him from under her thick lashes as his chest heaved with every labored breath and to see his head flung back, eyes closed, and lips parted as he inched closer and closer to his release. Trinity was prepared for him to come in her mouth. She anticipated it with reckless abandon.
And then he yanked out of her mouth with a snarl. "Come here."
As soon as she was on her feet he had her pinned against the door again, his mouth crushing hers with a kiss that demanded obedience and surrender. As if she could do anything else. She'd surrendered to him the moment she agreed to come up to his room. Laszlo shoved his pants down over his hips and let them pool around his feet. He grabbed under her knee and pulled her thigh to his waist, first one and then the other until she felt the head of his cock penetrating her slick, eager channel. Stifling a cry, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her feet
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