Enduring Retribution e-book by Kathi S. Barton Page B

press her against the closest hard surface he could find, which happened to be the refrigerator as he took her mouth in a searing kiss.
    The cool, hard surface of the fridge at her back was in direct contrast to the hard heat of his body pressed to hers. He could feel that when he touched her. When he cupped her flannel-covered ass and pulled her heat closer to him, Bailey threw back her head and moaned loudly, giving him full access to her throat.
    “I want you, Bailey, right now. I need to be inside of you.”
    He didn’t wait for a reply but began working the material down her bottom so he could stroke the warm flesh it covered. Sitting her on the counter and stepping back, he yanked the pants from her and tossed them behind him just as he stepped between her legs. Reaching down, he pulled her shirt free of her body as well. Before it touched the table where he had tossed it, he had her nipple deep inside of his mouth, suckling it hard, his hands cupping her ass once again.
    She bowed into him, pressing her breast deeper into him, and tightened her legs around his hips. The thong she had on was no match for their need for each other because, suddenly, they were just two scraps of lacy silk on the floor beside the bunny PJs. His shirt and tie went next and suffered the same treatment as her underwear, but her hands were touching his skin, his bare, hot skin and neither cared about the clothing anymore.
    “Tristan, please, upstairs. The bed is upstairs.” She whispered in his ear, and bit his lobe before moving closer to his neck and the muscles there.
    “Never make it. Now, baby, I need you now.” He stepped back again and his knees nearly buckled at the naked woman before him.

    Her full breasts were shifting up and down because she was panting so hard, her nipples red and swollen from his mouth. Her pussy was soaked, her juices shining on the curls that just covered the nether lips he so desperately wanted to fuck and taste at the same time. “Christ, I want you.”
    He pushed her back against the cabinets and pulled her hips closer to the edge. He ran his finger along her heat from the bottom to the clit that was just visible beneath the curls. He teased her with a flick of his finger before pushing into her core.
    Bailey nearly came off the counter, her hiss of approval driving him to deepen his assault.
    He watched her as he fucked her with his finger, soon adding a second then a third into her. She rode him, undulated her hips with each in and out movement of his fingers. Leaning in, he took her breast into his mouth again, scraping his fangs across the nipple, drawing a tiny bead of blood to the tip. He drank greedily from the hard peak.
    With is free hand, he pulled the snap off his dress pants and jerked the zipper down. His thick, hard cock immediately filled his hand, a tiny pearl of cum oozing from the tip as he fisted it up and down in time with the movements of his fingers inside of her.
    When he was close, feeling the tingle of impending climax running up his spine and straight to his balls, he pulled his fingers from her. Her moan ripped through him, nearly making his come all over her.
    “I’m large, baby, I’m sorry, but it’s going to hurt you. If you want me to, we’ll…Christ, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but we’ll stop. We will, Bailey; do you want me to stop?”
    “I’ve never…I mean, I don’t know. Take me; please Tristan, I want you inside of me now.”
    Putting action to words, she tightened her legs around him once again and surged forward just as he entered her, breaking through her hymen with a hard push. She screamed with the pain as he took her virginity.
    Tristan stopped, his body frozen inside of hers. He could feel her body adjusting to his, pulling and wrapping tightly around him. He wanted to move deeper, to empty himself in her, but he also knew that he’d hurt her more if he tried to move just now.
    He kissed her gently on the mouth, kissed away her tears as