more than you
can chew, kitten,” he whispered as her nails flexed against the hard muscle beneath
them. “I’m not the least bit afraid of an indecency charge.”
He wouldn’t be, she thought silently. But as she had told him, it was all in who
controlled it and how.
She leaned closer, her tongue peeking out to lick her lips, but glancing his lower one
instead as his gaze sharpened with sexual heat.
“Would you give up control, Devril?” she asked him as his hands moved to her
waist, his fingers gripping her lightly. “Would you allow me to do whatever I wished,
whenever I wished?”
All she needed was the promise. She leaned forward a bit more, her teeth catching
the temptation of his lip and nipping at it gently.
His hands tightened further.
“How much pleasure can you take, Dev, before your control breaks?”
Her hands slid down his chest, nails rasping as his eyes suddenly narrowed. There
was no warning. There was no teasing, no asking permission. Before she could evade
him he had her across his lap, one hand tangled in the long strands of her hair, tilting
her head back as his lips claimed hers.
He devoured her. His tongue pressed past her lips as the sharp flare of heat at her
scalp had her gasping in pleasure. It was so decadent, the thrill she received from hard
fingers gripping and pulling at her hair as his lips moved expertly, heatedly over hers.
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Lora Leigh
There were kisses and then there was a conquering. This kiss conquered. His
tongue opened her lips, pressed forward and claimed her mouth as though it were
created for him alone. And her mouth was in ready agreement.
A moan tore from her throat as fierce, alternating sensations swept through her
body; the dominance of his lips and tongue taking what he wanted, his hands, one
tangled in her long hair, the other splayed against her lower back as he held her close in
his grip, the heat of his chest, his cock, hard and insistent beneath her ass. She wiggled
against the heavy erection, thrilling to the hard male groan that vibrated against her
lips.
Had she thought he had control? Of her, perhaps, but not of his desires. His lips
ravaged hers, but they didn’t mind. His tongue tangled with hers in a masterful stroke,
but it had no objections. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, hands holding tight,
her nails digging into his back as she fought to maintain her own control, but she could
feel her senses scattering beneath his kiss.
The hand at her back moved, swept over the curve of her ass, down her thigh to the
hem of her skirt.
“Son, you go much further and we might have a problem here.”
Tally froze at the amused voice. Her eyes flew open in horror as Dev’s head raised
slowly. Lust and heated demand filled his eyes, but the smug curve of his lips spoke for
itself.
“Oh. You…” She jumped from his lap, slapping at his hands as they reached out to
steady her when she stumbled.
Shame coursed through her as she stared at the park official standing several feet
from the gazebo. He had that look of indulgence that other men gave each other. A
smirk that made her want to rip their faces from their heads and feed their dicks to the
dogs. Infuriating.
“Now, Tally.” The amusement in Devril’s voice was like gas to a fire.
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Narrowing her eyes furiously, she ignored the guard. Leaning forward, her hand
fisted in Devril’s hair, her lips lowered to his as though in a surge of lust as her knee
came down between his thighs.
Her lips were a breath from his when she exerted just the right amount of pressure
on the tender, sensitive scrotum just below her kneecap. His eyes widened, his face
paling ever so slightly as the guard chuckled behind them.
“Uhh, Tally,” he said hesitantly. “Do you know where your knee is?”
“Ohh baby,” she drawled with seductively heat. “Of course I know where my knee
is. Remember, darling, no pain, no gain. Are you sure you want to