Carson's Night (The Stonebrood Saga) Read Online Free PDF

little deeper, opening her up.
    She went mad, wiggling, trying to work him deeper with her own motions, whimpering and moaning. Thought ceased. The orgasm that had been gathering in her depths finally moved, swelled and began to lift, taking over her body and her senses.
    She hyperventilated.
    But still it wasn’t enough. Not enough. She dug her fingers into the carpet and tossed her head. Sweat gathered on her temples and she cried out her frustration.
    His cock slammed into her, buried deep into her depths in one satisfying stroke, filling her as no other man ever had. She stilled for several heart beats, as she savored the sensation. But then Carson’s finger and thumb closed around her swollen and ready clitoris, and stroked it with deadly, knowing expertise, as he pulled his cock almost all the way out of her and rammed it back in with another hard, deep thrust. He mirrored the action with his fingers in her anus.
    Tally climaxed almost immediately, with an orgasm more powerful than she had ever experienced in her life. For a moment her hearing ebbed, and even her heartbeat seemed to slow and perhaps even halt as she hung endlessly on the very peak of the climax, her body locked in that perfect moment. Even her breathing ceased.
    Then she screamed as the pleasure crashed upon her in wave upon convulsive wave, made deeper, hard and more profound by Carson’s fingers in her ass and his cock in her pussy, and his masterful milking of her clit and expert control of her body. He had done this to her. He had orchestrated this mind-altering, out-of-body experience. He did, indeed, know what he was doing.
    But he was not finished with her yet. Even as she panted, trying to recover, he withdrew from her body and flipped her on her back. She was not a petite woman, but he handled her like she was a china doll and made her feel delicate and feminine. His arm was around her waist and he was tugging at her blindfold. She closed her eyes, bracing for the light as the sash was pulled away, then carefully opened them.
    Carson’s eyes were black and sleepy-looking as he leaned over her. “You screamed my name,” he said. His voice was heavy with arousal.
    “I did?” She couldn’t remember screaming.
    His hand picked up hers and spread it on the rug, above her head. He did the same with the other. It made the muscles in his chest expand and his shoulders look big and round. She caught her breath. For the first time she looked down and saw his naked body, and the cock that had been inside her moments before. It glistened with her fluids. It was big and it throbbed as she watched, with a tracery of veins extending its length. The head flared, red along the edges. He used his knee to nudge her thigh aside. His thighs were strong. Not bulging in muscle, but not spindly, either.
    “I’ll have you screaming my name again,” he promised.
    Her heart thudded. “Again?” she asked.
    “Always. Every way,” he told her. He brought her hands around in a big circle so that they were down next to her hips, then pushed them under her hips, so that both his and her hands were propping her hips and pelvis up. Offering her to him.
    He smiled, the wisps of long hair trailing over his eyes giving him a wicked, devil-may-care look. “You didn’t think this was a one-time offer did you?”
    Before she could even begin to formulate a response, he lowered himself to the rug and roughly shouldered his way between her thighs. He slid his tongue the length of her cleft, lapping up the juices she had yielded, murmuring sounds one might make when eating a particularly nice meal. His tongue slit between her folds and probed deep into her pussy and even around her anus. He spared not a single inch of her. He even swirled around her temporarily replete clitoris, which throbbed at his touch. By the time he was done, she was squirming, her heart racing.
    There was something sinful and thrilling about watching his dark head working between her thighs and