Damn. He couldn’t lose control. Couldn’t embarrass himself like a horny, zit-faced teenager. He was a man. He was known as a stud. He always made his woman come first. This wasn’t happening.
And yet, Leanna was all that was happening. She sucked while he fought, and yet, when the white-hot prod of pleasure zinged him almost to the breaking point, she let him pop out of her mouth and blew, cooling him down.
His balls screamed bloody murder, and his hips jerked, throwing a tantrum.
He didn’t dare look at Leanna’s satisfied smirk. Correction, he couldn’t help watching her stare at his cock, leaking with pre-cum and standing upright, practically begging her to swallow.
With a devious smile, she stuck out her long, pointy tongue and licked a line from the base of his cock to the tip, lapping up the drops of pre-cum. She wiggled her eyebrows and continued painting his cock with her tongue, up and around, down to the side, then tickle, tickle, on top.
The fingers of one hand closed around the back of her head, fighting to pull her forward while his other hand pushed back on her shoulder. In or out? Out or in?
He shut his eyes and gritted his teeth, willing his knees to lock. Instead, his entire body quivered, and all he could picture was Leanna on her back, spread-eagle like a feast, her breasts in his face, and him driving his rock-hard rod deep in between her thighs.
She blew again on his dick, and just as the cool air drew chills down his spine, she opened wide and kissed the velvety head. She licked and nibbled, using his cock to paint her lips, then rolled it on the side of her cheeks.
He was past the point of caring. Her hot, wet tongue stroked pleasure and stoked the fires deep inside. Shocks of ecstasy jolted him like he was being poked by a cattle prod.
Every part of his body rebelled. His hips jerked, and his fingers gripped her tight. His head flung back, and his mouth opened wide. His body danced in a frenzy, and his cock hardened to the point of no return, brutalizing the back of Leanna’s throat.
And yet, that amazing woman kept up the heat and pressure. Her hands rubbed and stroked, cradled and squeezed his balls. Her lips, tongue, and the inside of her mouth sucked and milked, urging him to the ultimate surrender.
It started like a fuse at the base of his spine, then unraveled up through his body, threading its way to his fingertips and down to his toes. A red-hot runaway train of an orgasm rippled through his body and set his balls on fire. His cock exploded, spasming and shooting and catapulting him with a rush so high, he wasn’t sure he could ever come down.
“Leanna…” He groaned and watched with amazement as she swallowed and licked her lips.
“Well, well, well,” she said, smacking her lips. “I believe I’m ahead now.”
She struggled to pull up his pants, but he stopped her, as weak as he was. “Oh, no. I always get even.”
* * *
Leanna hadn’t even finished gulping when she was flung onto the bed, flat on her back.
Axe kicked off his pants from around his ankles and climbed over her. He pressed down on her, his weight trapping her and his big, hard body sheltering her. His lips sealed her wide-open mouth, while he popped her breasts from the skimpy, scooped-necked elastic top of her slut dress and tugged it down to her waist. The sound of ripping lace meant nothing to her, not if it meant being feasted on by a hungry man.
He kissed her hard, aggressive, and biting. His tongue tangled with hers while he fondled and moved her breasts in slow, tantalizing circles, flooding her with billows of desire.
After punishing her mouth with his tongue and rubbing her lips raw with his beard shadow, he dragged his stubbly chin down her chest and nipped her taut, pointy nipple. His thumb and finger pinched and rolled one long nipple while the heel of his hand massaged her breast. She whimpered with a level of desperation she’d never felt before when he teased her other nipple, lightly flicking it with his tongue.
Oh, how she wanted to push it into his mouth, the way he’d pushed his huge cock into hers. She was impatient, heated to white hot, and panting with want.
“Suck my tit,” she uttered.
He latched on so fast, it sent a surge of heat to the throbbing between her thighs. His mouth worked magic, sucking and laving her breasts, splitting time between the nipples, while he squeezed and worked her to a fever pitch of sparks.
Her clit sizzled, clamoring for attention, and the junction between her thighs gushed with a cascade of desire—needing penetration, invasion, domination. Only Axe would do. Conquering and taking. Plunging and filling all of her.
She was about to beg again, when she felt his fingers ruck up her short, barely there, skirt. He stroked the insides of her thighs, and she arched her hips, ready to offer all of herself to her conquistador, Axe Salvadori.
His rod was huge and hard against her hip, and all she had to do was roll herself into position and invite him in.
“Please…” she couldn’t hold back. “Fuck me, please.”
He shocked her instead, when he pushed himself down and closed his succulent lips around her clit. A burning sizzle had her jumping and bouncing, and her mouth opened wide as a scream burrowed from the edge of her throat.
No, no, no. She struggled against the rising tide of pleasure.
She was ahead. She wanted him inside when she came.
