Soul Of A Woman (The Dark Souls) by Jamie Begley Page A

in surprise, the love he saw in her eyes made him think of only her—Broni.
    Rhys used his hands in her hair to pull her back down on his hard shaft. His head fell back against the door as her mouth drove him into a fury of lust. Her experienced tongue found the slit in his cock before tracing the crest, and each lick and flick of her tongue took him further away from the painful memories that never released him from their grip.
    Roughly , he pulled her off his straining shaft. When she went to grab him back, he jerked her to her feet, his hand tilting her head back so he could kiss the mouth that was making him lose the tight grip on reality that always held him prisoner.
    His hands unsnapped her jeans, jerking them down her hips. Lifting her out of them, her legs went around his waist as his cock slid along her pussy until he found her entrance, slamming himself deep inside of her.
    Her gasp fueled his hunger as he turned and pushed her up against the door as he loosened the rigid control he always managed to keep. She fucked him like it was their last time, which it probably was with the men wanting to throw her outside.
    He hadn’t told her he intended to go with her, yet she still had given him her body. Any other woman would have yelled at him. Not Broni, she took him without demanding he save her, only asking for him to fuck her. With her hands on his body, he had been unable to refuse her. She just wanted him, not her safety or commitment.
    Her desire for his body drove his own need higher. Her pleasuring his body did something to him, releasing the tight knot that had been in his chest for so many years. Her moans encouraged him to give her the only thing he was capable of, his body—the shell of the man he once had been.
    Rhys grabbed her hips, holding her tighter against him. He wouldn’t be surprised to see bruises on her when they finished. She didn’t pretend to be fragile or weak. She was the opposite, demanding and strong enough to take the demands of his body. Rhys was a dominant lover, however Broni was no submissive; she was just as dominant.
    Bracing herself against the door, she rode his cock while her hands circled his neck. Her mouth demanded entrance with her tongue. He opened to her, letting her explore his mouth with a passion that had him lifting his mouth to catch his breath.
    His thrusts didn’t slow, his cock sliding harder and deeper inside her. Whimpers were escaping her at the intensity of the orgasm building between them. He put his hands on the wall on each side of the door to brace himself as Broni clutched him.
    Rhys slowed down, pulling her upwards until her clit rested on the length of his cock, sliding her back and forth, giving her the friction she needed to send her over the edge into an orgasm that had her trembling. It was only the strength of his grip that held her in place as he continued to thrust in hard, deep strokes. He went at her for what seemed forever, never slowing or speeding up, holding her at a precipice. Her cunt’s muscles began to swell and became even more sensitive from the continued pounding.
    “Look at me.” Her words brought him out of the haze his desire had built around them.
    “See me.” Her pleading voice had him shutting his eyes, trying to keep it impersonal between them.
    “Rhys.” He turned his face away, refusing to give her what she wanted. His guilty conscience reminded him she knew better than to expect anything from him before he had touched her. Just because the sex between them was mind-blowing didn’t mean a thing to him.
    He began to slide out of her, but her thighs tightened around his waist, refusing to let him leave her grasping pussy. Broni began sliding up and down his cock. Rhys gave her his body as long as she understood he could only give her as much pleasure as she wanted, nothing more.
    Her bouncing breast s bobbed before him. Leaning forward, he took a nipple in his mouth, sucking strongly, letting his teeth nip on the