that state most of the
morning. Most my ass. It was all morning. Even after he’d pounded
Grunt’s head into the ground he wanted her. More than anything. Jealousy might
have played a huge part. Although Grunt hadn’t touched her intimately, he’d
touched her nonetheless. It was enough to awaken Bronto’s green-eyed monster
and summon his rage simultaneously. The action had put Grunt in double jeopardy
and initiated a train of morning-long ass-beatings.
“Close your eyes, Bronto.”
The softness of her voice filled his ears like a song. As he
closed his lids he reached upward, slid his hand beneath her hair and rested
his fingers on her neck. He couldn’t distinguish the better sensation—her
smooth skin beneath his palm or the gentle massage she started on his temples.
How nice it felt lying at her disposal to do with as she
pleased. It was the first time he’d been in this position and the inability to
see enhanced the awareness of her touch. It wouldn’t take much to spoil him
from such attention.
His senses heightened when she paused and reached over him.
A moment later she swallowed. When a cool droplet splattered his forehead he
flinched and opened his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she said as she set the cup down.
He moved to wipe his forehead but she grabbed his hand
midair. “I’ll do it.” She wiggled from beneath him and gently guided his head
to the ground.
He suspected she’d wipe it with her hand but she lowered her
face and swiped it off with her tongue. That innocent, harmless maneuver shot
heat straight to his balls and damn, he botched the urge to contain a groan.
She sat up quickly. “What did I do?”
“You have no idea.”
“Did that feel good?”
He swallowed. “Yes, everything you do feels good, Ivy.”
She smiled a one-sided grin he’d never seen before. “It
does?”
Ah, the teasing fire in her eyes lit his internal torch. His
blood burst in flames and his cock swelled to a painful degree.
“So,” she said, relaxing onto her haunches and patting her
lips with an index finger. “If I do this,” she continued as she slid her hand
over his chest, “and this,” she added, pinching his nipple, “it feels good?”
He clamped his teeth to refrain from saying a few derogatory
words she’d never heard before that had everything to do with flipping her onto
her back and pumping his hips until she lost her mind.
“What about this?” she asked.
His gaze followed her hand to the cup. The farther she
stretched, the lower her breasts inched toward his stomach. Once she had the
mug in her possession she pressed her nipples into his flesh as she slid
backward and reclaimed an upright position. Despite being fully clothed, those
suckable hard peaks grasped his attention. Literally. And his mouth suddenly
felt deprived.
The woman was looking for trouble and she’d find it if she
poured the cup contents anywhere on his body. The manner in which she held it
indicated that was exactly what she intended to do. He didn’t know whether to
continue watching her chew seductively on her bottom lip or focus on the tilt
of the mug hovering over his chest. He’d done some foolish things over time but
he wasn’t an idiot and he lowered his gaze to her mouth.
What he expected to be a few drops of liquid became a slow
stream. It traveled from his breastbone past the channel between his ribs to
his abdomen where it pooled around his navel. Oh yeah, trouble—big-time.
She scrunched her neck into her shoulders and slapped her
fingers over her mouth. “Oops. Sorry.”
If she expected to get a rise out of him, she did. Not the
verbal one she probably anticipated but a rise nonetheless. If she kept it up
his loincloth just might blow apart at the seams.
“I should probably take care of that, huh?” she asked,
trying not to giggle, but the corners of her lips lifted.
He knew her intentions way before she twisted her hair into
one thick tail and draped it behind her shoulder. As she
morning. Most my ass. It was all morning. Even after he’d pounded
Grunt’s head into the ground he wanted her. More than anything. Jealousy might
have played a huge part. Although Grunt hadn’t touched her intimately, he’d
touched her nonetheless. It was enough to awaken Bronto’s green-eyed monster
and summon his rage simultaneously. The action had put Grunt in double jeopardy
and initiated a train of morning-long ass-beatings.
“Close your eyes, Bronto.”
The softness of her voice filled his ears like a song. As he
closed his lids he reached upward, slid his hand beneath her hair and rested
his fingers on her neck. He couldn’t distinguish the better sensation—her
smooth skin beneath his palm or the gentle massage she started on his temples.
How nice it felt lying at her disposal to do with as she
pleased. It was the first time he’d been in this position and the inability to
see enhanced the awareness of her touch. It wouldn’t take much to spoil him
from such attention.
His senses heightened when she paused and reached over him.
A moment later she swallowed. When a cool droplet splattered his forehead he
flinched and opened his eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she said as she set the cup down.
He moved to wipe his forehead but she grabbed his hand
midair. “I’ll do it.” She wiggled from beneath him and gently guided his head
to the ground.
He suspected she’d wipe it with her hand but she lowered her
face and swiped it off with her tongue. That innocent, harmless maneuver shot
heat straight to his balls and damn, he botched the urge to contain a groan.
She sat up quickly. “What did I do?”
“You have no idea.”
“Did that feel good?”
He swallowed. “Yes, everything you do feels good, Ivy.”
She smiled a one-sided grin he’d never seen before. “It
does?”
Ah, the teasing fire in her eyes lit his internal torch. His
blood burst in flames and his cock swelled to a painful degree.
“So,” she said, relaxing onto her haunches and patting her
lips with an index finger. “If I do this,” she continued as she slid her hand
over his chest, “and this,” she added, pinching his nipple, “it feels good?”
He clamped his teeth to refrain from saying a few derogatory
words she’d never heard before that had everything to do with flipping her onto
her back and pumping his hips until she lost her mind.
“What about this?” she asked.
His gaze followed her hand to the cup. The farther she
stretched, the lower her breasts inched toward his stomach. Once she had the
mug in her possession she pressed her nipples into his flesh as she slid
backward and reclaimed an upright position. Despite being fully clothed, those
suckable hard peaks grasped his attention. Literally. And his mouth suddenly
felt deprived.
The woman was looking for trouble and she’d find it if she
poured the cup contents anywhere on his body. The manner in which she held it
indicated that was exactly what she intended to do. He didn’t know whether to
continue watching her chew seductively on her bottom lip or focus on the tilt
of the mug hovering over his chest. He’d done some foolish things over time but
he wasn’t an idiot and he lowered his gaze to her mouth.
What he expected to be a few drops of liquid became a slow
stream. It traveled from his breastbone past the channel between his ribs to
his abdomen where it pooled around his navel. Oh yeah, trouble—big-time.
She scrunched her neck into her shoulders and slapped her
fingers over her mouth. “Oops. Sorry.”
If she expected to get a rise out of him, she did. Not the
verbal one she probably anticipated but a rise nonetheless. If she kept it up
his loincloth just might blow apart at the seams.
“I should probably take care of that, huh?” she asked,
trying not to giggle, but the corners of her lips lifted.
He knew her intentions way before she twisted her hair into
one thick tail and draped it behind her shoulder. As she
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