Prue's Promises [Submissive Sirens 3] (Siren Publishing Allure) Read Online Free PDF

concerned. She hollowed her cheeks, feeling his foreskin move with her lips, sucking him as he thrust once, twice more to the back of her throat, and then she did what instinct told her to do. She swallowed on him just as his cock met the back of her throat in a liquid kiss, and she felt the vibration from the base of his cock as the cum came boiling out of his balls and filled her mouth. She swallowed frantically as he eased his cock over her tongue, laving him with little licks as he pulled out.
    Prue waited on her knees, delicately wiping the corners of her mouth as Mr. Gorgeous tucked himself back into his pants. Prue was gratified to see a fine tremble in his legs. If his orgasm had been half as strong as hers, she’d be patting herself on the back for the next several years.
    Their eyes met as they finished tidying up. Prue smiled shyly up at him. This was a little out of her range of experience, and she didn’t have a sweet clue as to the protocol involved in a situation like this.
    Lazily satiated, Mr. Gorgeous smiled down at her with his blue eyes slumberous. He tugged her up, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close, and Prue was happy to stay folded in his embrace.
    “Thank you, sweetheart.” The words were murmured against the top of her head, and Prue found herself wishing she’d been able to submit further to him.
    “Thank you, Sir.” Prue returned his thanks, wondering if he’d find it impertinent of her to ask if she could see him again. She bit her lip. She really wanted to see him again.
    Before Prue could muster her nerve, the sound of the taxi’s car horn shattered the quiet night with a couple of blasts, making Prue jump. To her horror, Mr. Gorgeous sighed and backed away from her.
    “Good night, Prue.”
    And with that, he was gone. Prue watched him from the shadows of the porch until the taxi sped off, her inner thighs still sticky with the orgasm he’d wrung from her, and she had a real moment of regret that she wouldn’t see him again.
    Prue smiled wickedly in the next moment. Even though she’d love to continue what they’d started, she’d take what she could get right now. And right now she had a hell of a story for the girls. That thought in mind, she promised not to waste a single moment mooning over Mr. Gorgeous, and she walked confidently to the door.
    She threw it open, calling out, “Hey, honey, I’m home,” before being greeted by footsteps running toward her and shrieks as her friends prepared to grill her. Prue grinned as she faced her friends. She felt like the cat that got the cream.

Chapter 4
     
    Cyrus King sighed as he laced the front of his leathers, going through the motions automatically. He knotted the leather laces, making sure they were tight enough so that he wouldn’t have a wardrobe malfunction. Now that would be embarrassing. He grabbed his whip, looping and cinching it around his waist.
    Cyrus turned his attention to his hair next. He tugged it back into its usual queue, smoothing it away from his face before securing it with an elastic. The action brought a memory to mind, and even though it was unbidden, Cyrus’s greedy brain latched onto it, reliving it for the umpteenth time.
    He pictured the lovely woman’s hips first, the way they’d swayed and popped as she danced. His cock had swelled just watching her from the sidelines, and he’d nearly come in his pants like a teenager when they’d danced together.
    Prudence . What a silly name for a woman like that. It made her sound stuffy and boring, not at all like the little sexpot who’d come all over his face and then sucked him off on a front porch.
    Cyrus shifted uncomfortably. Perhaps he’d laced his leathers too tight. Like always, the simple memory of Prue’s wet mouth and wetter pussy made him hard as a rock in about half a second.
    Cyrus shook his head to clear it. He looked grimly at his reflection in the mirror filling a whole wall in the dressing room he occupied, squashing the