filling the room. His scent filled her, reminding her of fresh air and open seawater. His mouth left her feeling feverish; his tongue a burning brand tormenting her so perfectly only orgasm would free her from this sweet torture.
Heat filled her, crawling through her veins, circling that secret spot deep inside she kept hidden from the world. His finger entered her while his busy-busy mouth focused on her clitoris. Her blood pounded and her bones felt brittle, like they would break if she didn’t reach an orgasm soon. She needed it like she needed breath. Needed him like she needed air.
“Please,” she begged again.
He didn’t stop.
She bucked off the bed, but he held her hips down with a heavy forearm across her abdomen. She clawed at his hair again. “No more, I can’t…please…I can’t take anymore.”
“You can.” He dragged her arms over her head and again locked her wrists together with his hand. “Don’t come until I give you permission. You won’t come until I let you. Do you understand?”
Her whimper would have to suffice for an answer. She was beyond words.
“Don’t move.” The command bruised her, as she lay there in the dark. The pressure from his hand left her wrists, but she didn’t move, didn’t relax. Straining, she listened for his next move, for some hint of his next assault on her senses.
A whisper of cloth against skin. The bed dipped. Cory almost screamed when his finger thrust inside her only to withdraw to trace up across her belly. His hand dipped again, two fingers entering, pumping once, twice, three times before he removed them and painted her lips with her own desire.
“I want to taste you when I kiss you. I want your lips slick with your cream when I push my dick between them.”
He bent his head, flicked the corner of her mouth with his tongue. “So. Damn. Good.” He kissed her, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth. The tip of his dick was covered with pre-cum. He wanted to be buried deep inside her, but first, he wanted to taste himself in her mouth.
Duke pushed to his knees and backed off the bed. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge. “Sit.” Fisting his hand in thick, silky hair, he helped her up. “Open your mouth.”
He traced her lips with his dick, then holding her chin down with his thumb, he pushed into her mouth. “Oh, God, baby. So fucking good.” He rocked deeper, holding her head with both hands now. When the head of his dick hit the back of her throat, he withdrew before she gagged. He wanted to be in control, not an asshole.
Pumping into her mouth slow and sure, Duke eased his grip on her hair. Thick strands rubbed through his fingers like threaded satin. He briefly wondered at the color then decided it was dark. Black maybe. Yeah. Black satin shimmering under a sun he might never see again. At this moment, he didn’t care. He just wanted this woman to please him, and in return pleasure her.
After one more thrust, he pulled out with a small pop . Pulling her up to stand, he claimed her mouth for another kiss, tasting the salty tang of his cum mixed with her own slightly sweet flavor. She shivered, her arms hanging limply at her sides.
“You please me, angel. Now I’m going to give you what you want. Get back on the bed.”
She hesitated and his fingers fisted, pulling her hair slightly. He felt her wince. “You got something to say to me.” A little nod. “Speak.”
“I…I’m not on birth control.”
Duke rocked back. Damn. This was a twist he hadn’t planned on. Wasn’t every woman on birth control? At least she’d told him. And fuck…he should have thought of condoms. In this day and age, a guy could never be too sure because pregnancy wasn’t the only issue. No problem. He was a fucking Navy SEAL. He always had a Plan B.
“Get on the bed, up at the headboard. I want you to put your hands over your head and hold on to the bars, legs spread wide. I’ll know when I get back if you’ve obeyed me or
Heat filled her, crawling through her veins, circling that secret spot deep inside she kept hidden from the world. His finger entered her while his busy-busy mouth focused on her clitoris. Her blood pounded and her bones felt brittle, like they would break if she didn’t reach an orgasm soon. She needed it like she needed breath. Needed him like she needed air.
“Please,” she begged again.
He didn’t stop.
She bucked off the bed, but he held her hips down with a heavy forearm across her abdomen. She clawed at his hair again. “No more, I can’t…please…I can’t take anymore.”
“You can.” He dragged her arms over her head and again locked her wrists together with his hand. “Don’t come until I give you permission. You won’t come until I let you. Do you understand?”
Her whimper would have to suffice for an answer. She was beyond words.
“Don’t move.” The command bruised her, as she lay there in the dark. The pressure from his hand left her wrists, but she didn’t move, didn’t relax. Straining, she listened for his next move, for some hint of his next assault on her senses.
A whisper of cloth against skin. The bed dipped. Cory almost screamed when his finger thrust inside her only to withdraw to trace up across her belly. His hand dipped again, two fingers entering, pumping once, twice, three times before he removed them and painted her lips with her own desire.
“I want to taste you when I kiss you. I want your lips slick with your cream when I push my dick between them.”
He bent his head, flicked the corner of her mouth with his tongue. “So. Damn. Good.” He kissed her, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth. The tip of his dick was covered with pre-cum. He wanted to be buried deep inside her, but first, he wanted to taste himself in her mouth.
Duke pushed to his knees and backed off the bed. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge. “Sit.” Fisting his hand in thick, silky hair, he helped her up. “Open your mouth.”
He traced her lips with his dick, then holding her chin down with his thumb, he pushed into her mouth. “Oh, God, baby. So fucking good.” He rocked deeper, holding her head with both hands now. When the head of his dick hit the back of her throat, he withdrew before she gagged. He wanted to be in control, not an asshole.
Pumping into her mouth slow and sure, Duke eased his grip on her hair. Thick strands rubbed through his fingers like threaded satin. He briefly wondered at the color then decided it was dark. Black maybe. Yeah. Black satin shimmering under a sun he might never see again. At this moment, he didn’t care. He just wanted this woman to please him, and in return pleasure her.
After one more thrust, he pulled out with a small pop . Pulling her up to stand, he claimed her mouth for another kiss, tasting the salty tang of his cum mixed with her own slightly sweet flavor. She shivered, her arms hanging limply at her sides.
“You please me, angel. Now I’m going to give you what you want. Get back on the bed.”
She hesitated and his fingers fisted, pulling her hair slightly. He felt her wince. “You got something to say to me.” A little nod. “Speak.”
“I…I’m not on birth control.”
Duke rocked back. Damn. This was a twist he hadn’t planned on. Wasn’t every woman on birth control? At least she’d told him. And fuck…he should have thought of condoms. In this day and age, a guy could never be too sure because pregnancy wasn’t the only issue. No problem. He was a fucking Navy SEAL. He always had a Plan B.
“Get on the bed, up at the headboard. I want you to put your hands over your head and hold on to the bars, legs spread wide. I’ll know when I get back if you’ve obeyed me or
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