Seducing Their Wayfaring Souls [3xtasy Lake 7] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Corinne Davies

continued to talk into the microphone. On the second stroke, Tara ran her tongue from the base of his cock to the tip and this time swirled her tongue around the crown and back down his length. The musky taste of him spurred her on. This time she wrapped her lips around the side of his shaft and sucked on the skin as she moved upward and over the plum-shaped top. She breathed through her nose and allowed him to slip into her mouth, sucking on him as she flicked the tip of her tongue in the opening at the top.
    “Music! That’s what we need right now! Here, listen to this.” Cris fingers slammed down on a button on the console and he groaned deep in his throat as he pushed the mic away from his face. She retreated from his cock and let him slip from her mouth, stopping at the crown and then sucking him back down. The trembling in his thighs increased and he sounded more and more animal-like. Tara imagined he was like the half-man, half-animal heroes in the romance novels she’d been reading. He sounded so incredibly sexy and her body responded faster than it had last night.
    She felt him run his fingers through her hair and massage the base of her skull. It was an incredible feeling of control. She was making this big male shake all on her own. Looking up at him through her lashes, she met his gaze.
    “Oh god, that’s good, Tara.” Cris’s hips flexed and his head dropped back against his chair. “Oh, fuck yeah.” The fingers in her hair guided her into a rhythm she could tell he really liked. He was too long for her to take him all so she kept her fingers wrapped around the base and stroked. She curled over him and reached between his legs to cup his testicles, rolling his balls between her fingers at the same time.
    He growled again and she soaked her panties. She imagined him as she had in the shower and in her dreams last night, demanding she give herself to him, growling out her name when she didn’t move quick enough.
    “Fuck, I can smell you from here.” Cris wrapped his hand over hers and squeezed his cock tightly at the base. “I’m not coming in your mouth, Tara.”
    “Why not? I want you to.” She wanted to feel him pulse against her tongue and taste him as he came in her mouth.
    “Oh, fuck. Don’t say things like that.” Cris sat up and grabbed the waistband of her pants. “Off, I want these off now.”
    Disappointment fled in light of his orders. As Tara pulled her pants off, Cris reached over and pulled on a cord that dropped the blinds over the window outside. “Won’t they wonder what you’re doing up here?”
    “I don’t care what they think.” Cris kicked off his pants and pulled his shirt off, exposing his broad chest. “Come here, baby.”
    “How?” Tara wasn’t entirely certain what he wanted her to do. She expected him to get out of the chair, but it didn’t look like he had any intention of moving.
    “Straddle my thighs.” His orders were rough and she watched him roll a condom over his cock. As soon as she moved in the position he wanted, he cupped her ass and pressed his scorching cock against her pussy lips. She was so wet his cock slipped along the sensitive skin and against her clit. Tara started shaking immediately. This was so much better than her fingers.
    “How long?” Cris asked as he rocked his cock along the seam, dragging the length of his cock against her clit. His tongue traced a line up her throat.
    “Waaa, huh?” Tara didn’t understand what he was asking and couldn’t formulate the words to ask.
    “Tara, when did you last have sex? I don’t want to hurt you.”
    She blinked as his question sank into her thoughts. “Only you, Cris.”
    “Oh, Christ.” He pulled her into his arms and held her against his chest. “I’m aching for you, baby, and you’re going to be so fucking tight.”
    Tara felt like she was about to go up in flames. The soft hair on his chest tickled her nipples and her pussy ached to feel his cock deep inside. “Please,