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

please, I need you.”
    “Never as much as I need you.” Cris cupped her ass and lifted her up. “Put me inside you, baby.”
    Tara reached down and gripped his now-slippery cock. Her juices had covered him as he dragged his cock over her. She angled him until he pointed at her entrance and then Cris lowered her slightly. His cock slipped into her entrance, stretching her more than her slim vibe ever had. She clenched around him and he growled against her neck. “Let me in, Tara.”
    “Growl again.” She almost didn’t recognize her own voice, but as soon as she voiced the demand, Cris growled, the sound vibrating against her skin, and he bit down on the muscle joining her neck to her shoulder.
    He pressed up into her and Tara tilted her head back, crying out. Her legs hung over the edge of the chair, and her fingers gripped the back of Cris’s neck as he lifted her up and down his shaft. It felt exquisite and she began curling her legs in order to push herself further down his length.
    “I don’t want to hurt you, Tara.” Cris gripped her hips, preventing her from moving.
    Tara clenched the walls of her pussy around him in retaliation and pulled his hair. “Fuck me.”
    Cris’s lip lifted in a snarl and for a brief second she thought she saw his eyes change colour from brown to a bright amber, but at that moment he pushed up hard inside of her. Her eyes closed at the incredible sensation of his cock stretching every muscle. She gave herself into the pleasure that coursed through her, swirling her hips every time he pushed inside of her, loving the feel of his cock shuttling in and out of her. It was everything she remembered from the first time they’d touched and more.
    “Would you let Lars watch, Tara?” Cris whispered the idea, his voice low and animalistic. For a split second, she imagined Lars standing in the doorway watching them as he stroked his cock. Cris pressed his thumb against her clit and swirled the bundle of nerves around in a tight circle, and Tara felt as if time stood still.
    “Yes!” Pleasure rocketed through her, pulling her along for the ride. Cris gripped handfuls of her ass as he shuttled his cock into her. He paused and growled into the air, his cock throbbed deep inside her, and she shuddered and came again.
    He held her close to his chest, with her head resting against his shoulder. Her lips tasted the salty dampness of his neck as they both tried to regulate their breath. “That was fantastic.” He trailed his fingers along her back, creating shivers that danced along her spine.
    “I better go. Zack’s downstairs in the yarn shop.” A sick feeling washed over her. “Did they hear anything?”
    “No, I swear it.” Cris chuckled as he lifted her off his cock and carried her over to a soft-looking sofa along the wall. “This room’s completely soundproof. Sometimes I like to turn the music up and I don’t want to disturb them.”
    He removed the condom with a tissue, wrapped it up, and tossed it in the garbage. “If it’s okay with you, can I come down with you? I’d like to see Zack.”
    “Of course.” At the mention of her son, Tara suddenly felt exposed. She scurried over and pulled on her damp panties and her jeans. Cris came up behind her and kissed each shoulder before pulling her shirt over her head.
    “Don’t you have a radio show to do?”
    “Oh, yeah.” He shrugged and tilted her face up for a kiss. “But you and Zack are more important.”
    Tara wanted to believe him, but something held her back. She didn’t plan on staying and a small voice in the back of her head warned her something was wrong. She couldn’t put a finger on it. There was the possibility Cris was seducing her to get close to his son, but he didn’t have to do that. She’d already said she would let him see Zack whenever he wanted.
    “We really should try this in a bed one day.”
    Tara laughed. She’d had sex twice in her life and never in a bed. “I don’t have any