Unleashed: Declan & Kara (Unleashed #1-4; Beg for It #1) by Callie Harper Page A

couldn’t take it any longer. I needed to come, right
that second. But I needed him to bring me there, to let me come, and
he wouldn’t do it. He seemed to always sense when I was right on
the verge, starting to shudder and build to release and then he’d
leave my clit wanting, waiting.
    “Declan,” I begged,
hands up grasping the shelf.
    Moving his hand up to
cup my hot, wet pussy he stood, leaned over me and whispered in my
ear, “What do you want, Kara?”
    I moaned and arched my
back up against his heat, grinding my slippery sex against his hand.
I needed relief. He chuckled low and gruff and I felt a flash of
anger at his composure. But then he swirled my clit with his finger
and every emotion other than fierce lust disappeared completely as he
expertly coaxed me once again to the brink.
    “Yes, please,” I
begged, panting.
    “Please, what, Kara?”
he asked, infuriating, in control. I bucked my mound against his
hand, feeling the rough callouses on him, wanting to come, needing to
come. Low and sexy, his cheek against my own, he whispered, “I like
you dripping on my fingers like a little slut.”
    I moaned. It was so
filthy and I craved it from him.
    “Now tell me what you
need,” he commanded.
    All pride gone, I found
myself begging. “Declan, please let me come. Please, I’m begging
you, please. I need to come.”
    “Good girl, I like
hearing you say that.” His voice caressed me and I basked in his
praise. “What else do you want, Kara?” His fingers began to
tease, stroking and sliding up and down my wet slit. “Do you want
to serve me?” He started to fuck me with his thick finger, but not
deep enough. I spread my legs wider, panting, moaning. Leaning into
my ear, he whispered to me, “Do you want to be my whore?”
    Arching back my head, I
gasped and groaned with lust, his dirty words bringing me so close to
orgasm.
    He reached up quickly
and pinched my nipple, twisting it and then leaving it, tingling and
throbbing. I gasped with the mixture of pain and pleasure. “Say
it,” he growled. “Tell me you want to serve me.”
    “Yes!” I cried out
    He pinched my nipple
again, hard, then brought his other finger down to my swollen,
throbbing clit. He circled it, then stroked directly over the slick
nub. “Do you want this, Kara? Do you want to do what I say? Serve
me? Pleasure me? In all the ways I’ve always wanted?”
    “Yes,” I panted.
“Declan.”
    “Say it,” he
commanded. “Say you want to serve me.”
    “Yes, Declan. I want
to serve you. Please!”
    Roughly, he knelt down
before me once again, grasped my ass in his large, strong hands and
pulled me toward him. With animal need, he buried his face in my wet
pussy and began eating like he’d been starving for it, like he’d
never tasted anything he wanted more. I pushed against him, crying
out as his tongue instantly found my clit. Swirling, flicking, he
worked me in a frenzied rhythm as I cried out and bucked against him,
wild for more.
    “Now come!” he
issued the stern command, then sucked on my clit full and strong. I
responded at once, coming hard and completely out of control.
Shuddering and gasping, I cried out his name again and again as he
sucked me mercilessly.
    I barely knew where I
was or what was happening, I only knew I’d never felt such intense
pleasure, never experienced such complete release. The waves crested
and broke over me, leaving me limp and dazzled as he lapped and
licked, a growl of pleasure deep in his chest.
    “Ah, Kara. So
beautiful,” Declan murmured, standing up while I still sat there,
dazed and dripping. “There’s so much more I can show you.”
Gazing at me with primal satisfaction, he made sure I watched as he
licked my juices off of his fingers. “This is just the beginning.
But only if you agree to my terms.”

CHAPTER 6
    Declan
    Then
    Friday night, the rest
of the guys had called it quits over an hour ago. I’d been out
mending a fence over in the north pasture. I rode in, gave