wanting her to see him before he took her.
She turned and his gaze went to her breasts, the screaming of his cock suddenly secondary to the hunger to capture a large, dark nipple between his lips and suck.
“Change your mind?” she asked. Provocative. Daring him. Her hands going to her breasts, cupping and lifting, nearly making him come when her tongue darted out, caressing the puckered areola and turning it into a wet invitation he had no power to resist.
He crowded her against the door, holding her wrists to the wood to prevent her from wresting any more of his control away from him.
“I intend to put my mouth on every inch of you before morning,” he said, taking her lips first. Thrusting, savoring, tormenting them both by delaying.
She was whimpering by the time he kissed downward, her skin darker than his, erotic in texture and taste and scent. He left his mark where her neck and shoulder met, then another on the slope of her breast before capturing a nipple.
He laved, sucked at first one breast and then the other. Her cries of pleasure pouring molten fire into his bloodstream, telling him he could make her come then and there if he chose to.
The knowledge had his testicles pulling tight in a burning warning he didn’t ignore. He broke all contact with her, hand going to the front of his jeans, gripping his cock in a desperate bid to gain control of himself.
“Strip,” he ordered.
Her smile was an invitation to use force though she didn’t delay long enough to make it necessary. He memorized the sight of her peeling skintight jeans off, taking panties with them, her shoes already kicked off. Christ she was beautiful, the reality even better than his fantasies.
“Your turn,” she said, stepping into his space, daring him with her expression to let her undress him.
Finger by finger he released his dick before removing the shoulder rig with the 9mm in it and setting it on the floor. Willing himself to remain steady as she unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and down.
When she would have explored his chest with her hands, he grabbed her wrists and denied her. “No.”
“No?” Her mouth touched his nipple before he could stop her, her tongue sending a jolt of heat down the length of his cock.
In desperation he carried her hands to the waistband of his jeans and her attention went with them. She undid snap and zipper, pushed jeans and Jockeys downward until they fell to his ankles and he toed his shoes off, freeing himself from the constraint of clothing.
The expression on her face told him she liked what she saw. He moaned when she cupped his testicles with one hand while the other captured his cock, sliding up and down his shaft, her grip tight enough to turn fist and foreskin into a satin channel for his penis.
Desire intensified with each stroke. A bombardment of sensation making thought impossible.
His buttocks clenched as he speared the fingers of one hand through her hair, drawing her to him for a kiss as the other covered hers, forcing her grip to tighten on his shaft, slowing, finally stopping the movement.
“Much more and I’m going to coat your belly with come,” he warned.
“You can do that another time if you want.”
A shudder went through him, raw desire and shock at how much the idea of it turned him on. “Assume the position, Khemirra.”
Her smile was a wicked flash of white. “Next time I get to be the cop and you get to be the bad, bad prisoner.”
His cock jerked, more arousal leaking from its tip. He wasn’t sure he’d survive to play another round of cop and prisoner with her.
She braced her hands against the door and spread her legs, standing far enough away from it he could see her slit and the wet, swollen folds of her cunt. Possessiveness settled on him with a silent snarl and gained a firmer grip as he touched his cock head to her opening.
It was a struggle not to thrust all the way in, a fight to keep from closing his eyes at the rush of
She turned and his gaze went to her breasts, the screaming of his cock suddenly secondary to the hunger to capture a large, dark nipple between his lips and suck.
“Change your mind?” she asked. Provocative. Daring him. Her hands going to her breasts, cupping and lifting, nearly making him come when her tongue darted out, caressing the puckered areola and turning it into a wet invitation he had no power to resist.
He crowded her against the door, holding her wrists to the wood to prevent her from wresting any more of his control away from him.
“I intend to put my mouth on every inch of you before morning,” he said, taking her lips first. Thrusting, savoring, tormenting them both by delaying.
She was whimpering by the time he kissed downward, her skin darker than his, erotic in texture and taste and scent. He left his mark where her neck and shoulder met, then another on the slope of her breast before capturing a nipple.
He laved, sucked at first one breast and then the other. Her cries of pleasure pouring molten fire into his bloodstream, telling him he could make her come then and there if he chose to.
The knowledge had his testicles pulling tight in a burning warning he didn’t ignore. He broke all contact with her, hand going to the front of his jeans, gripping his cock in a desperate bid to gain control of himself.
“Strip,” he ordered.
Her smile was an invitation to use force though she didn’t delay long enough to make it necessary. He memorized the sight of her peeling skintight jeans off, taking panties with them, her shoes already kicked off. Christ she was beautiful, the reality even better than his fantasies.
“Your turn,” she said, stepping into his space, daring him with her expression to let her undress him.
Finger by finger he released his dick before removing the shoulder rig with the 9mm in it and setting it on the floor. Willing himself to remain steady as she unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and down.
When she would have explored his chest with her hands, he grabbed her wrists and denied her. “No.”
“No?” Her mouth touched his nipple before he could stop her, her tongue sending a jolt of heat down the length of his cock.
In desperation he carried her hands to the waistband of his jeans and her attention went with them. She undid snap and zipper, pushed jeans and Jockeys downward until they fell to his ankles and he toed his shoes off, freeing himself from the constraint of clothing.
The expression on her face told him she liked what she saw. He moaned when she cupped his testicles with one hand while the other captured his cock, sliding up and down his shaft, her grip tight enough to turn fist and foreskin into a satin channel for his penis.
Desire intensified with each stroke. A bombardment of sensation making thought impossible.
His buttocks clenched as he speared the fingers of one hand through her hair, drawing her to him for a kiss as the other covered hers, forcing her grip to tighten on his shaft, slowing, finally stopping the movement.
“Much more and I’m going to coat your belly with come,” he warned.
“You can do that another time if you want.”
A shudder went through him, raw desire and shock at how much the idea of it turned him on. “Assume the position, Khemirra.”
Her smile was a wicked flash of white. “Next time I get to be the cop and you get to be the bad, bad prisoner.”
His cock jerked, more arousal leaking from its tip. He wasn’t sure he’d survive to play another round of cop and prisoner with her.
She braced her hands against the door and spread her legs, standing far enough away from it he could see her slit and the wet, swollen folds of her cunt. Possessiveness settled on him with a silent snarl and gained a firmer grip as he touched his cock head to her opening.
It was a struggle not to thrust all the way in, a fight to keep from closing his eyes at the rush of
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