I was tingling inside, the anticipation of claiming every inch of her almost too much to ignore. “Mmm… I think you’re lying to me and I think you know better than to lie to a man like me. Imagine what I could do to you.” The second I pinched her nipple between my fingers, she released a series of whimpers, yanking at my shirt until at least one of the buttons popped.
While every touch we’d shared had been incredible, when she slid her hand underneath the material, her fingers dancing over my skin delicately, I almost lost it. Stars floated in front of my eyes, the adrenaline rush double what it had been. I was on fire, the flames so hot they threatened to consume me.
I ripped at her sash, easily able to tug the hindrance away.
She responded by raking her nails down my chest, fighting to push away from me. While she almost succeeded, I snagged her ankle, dragging her back and forcing her to lie on the couch. Ileaned over, shaking my head. “That was a very bad thing to do, Josette. Fighting me isn’t in your best interest.”
I pulled apart her robe, forced to take a deep breath as I peered down at her long legs, rounded hips, and thin waist. Every inch of her was perfect, unblemished. I could envision her with tattoos of ownership, her bottom constantly a warm blush. The thought made my cock swell from need. She gasped when I bent her knees, forcing her legs wide open.
“Oh, I…” Josette pushed up from the cushions, her eyes glowing in the light, a combination of fear and excitement in them as much a turn-on as anything else.
I blew across her tummy before settling between her legs, enjoying the fact that she was already wet, pussy juice trickling along the insides of both thighs. I adored the way she kept her polished toes pointed, the bright red exactly the hue she would select. So full of fire.
The scent of her was driving me wild, the way her lips pursed like a punch in the gut.
As I swirled the tip of my tongue around her clit, she bucked up, smashing her fists against the couch. With every ounce of her being, she longed to fight, to shove aside her own burning desire. Somewhere deep inside, she knew it was no use.
I’d already captured the woman inside, chaining her for myself, dragging her from the pits of self-denial.
I closed my eyes, savoring the moment, repeating the move several times until her moans lingered. She was so hot and so damn wet, my fingers slickened the moment I brushed them up and down the length of her pussy. There was nothing like the feelwhen I thrust a single finger inside, her muscles immediately clamping around the sudden invasion.
“Oh. Oh. Oh.” Josette slapped her hands over her face, tossing her head back and forth, her entire body shaking uncontrollably.
The more I teased her, the less control I had. I was now thirsting to drink every drop of her sweet cream. I licked up and down fervently, pushing my tongue in beside my finger. When I shoved two additional fingers inside, flexing them open, she bit back a scream.
I chuckled, blowing another swath of hot air across her glistening mound before burying my face into her wet heat. A low-slung growl surfaced, pulsing from my throat as I ravaged her, pumping hard and fast. Her muscles grabbed at my fingers, pulling them in deeper.
As her chest rose and fell, one hand shifted to her breast, her finger absently rolling back and forth across her nipple. I kept my eyes on her as I feasted, dragging her closer to an orgasm. I wanted nothing more than for her to explode into my mouth, filling my throat with her sweetness. I couldn’t seem to get enough of her, licking like an animal in heat, sucking on her clit then thrusting my tongue into her tight channel.
“Mmm… Yes. Yes…” While her words were whispered, the tone almost angry, I knew there was no way she could hold back.
“Come for me, Josette. I need to taste every inch of you.”
As if my command was too much to take, she jerked up from the couch, her eyes opening wide, her mouth twisted. The rush of her juice was incredible. I continued to plunge brutally, shoving my thumb into the crack of her ass, finding her puckeredasshole. When I breached the dark hole, she lost it again, her body convulsing.
“Oh. I… God!”
I pushed her legs down, keeping them wide open, hungering for more. For a few precious minutes, all time stood still, the only sounds I could concentrate on the slamming of my heart against my chest and her intense cries as a tidal wave crashed over her.
Although she stopped shaking several seconds later, I refused to let her go, lingering in the afterglow of savoring my prize. Now that she was extra sensitive, goosebumps appeared along her legs, the prickles beneath my fingers creating another fireball of heat furrowing deep in my chest. I had to take her, the need too intense.
I gathered her into my arms, forcing her to straddle me as I eased back onto the couch. Her face was flushed, her eyes still shimmering. Yet whatever she was hiding continued to fuel her uncertainty.
Inhaling, I tangled my fingers in her hair, enjoying the luxurious feel of her long strands. She seemed even more embarrassed than before, the blush creeping up from her neck staining her lovely cheeks. When she attempted to tug the robe over her breasts, I shook my head in admonishment.
“You belong to me, Josette. Every inch. When I come for you, resisting a single desire will prove fruitless. And painful.”
She dropped her hands, pursing her lips, her eyes now shooting a cold, hard glare. “Why yes, sir.” She even licked her bottom lip. I almost dragged her over my lap, but the hunger was too intense.
Every act of defiance was appealing, pushing me into losing control. However, allowing her to play was entirely too charming.
“That’s much better,” I half whispered before rolling the material off her shoulders, brushing my fingers down her arms as the robe began to fall.
Her shudder was audible, her breath skipping. With the stark white terrycloth pooling around her hips, her long hair a tangled mass, she was too edible. I cocked my head, allowing my gaze to fall to her waist. “You are stupendous.”
She studied me for what seemed like an eternity before unbuttoning my shirt, taking her time then dragging the edges away. Whether or not she was seeing me as a man or nothing more than her captor I wasn’t certain, but there was no denying what we shared. The woman seemed so tentative as she reached out, barely touching the side of my neck, running her finger over inked lines, her eyes falling to the beloved ink immortalizing Sadie. “I’m curious. How can you stand such a dangerous world? Always hiding? Always fighting? It’s affected your life. You admitted it.”
“It’s a way of life that I was born into, not a choice. And to answer your question, you get used to the requirements for safety, protocols that have kept my family alive for generations.”
