Pure Destiny (PureDark Ones #12) - Aja James Page 0,74

hand and squeezed, trying to relieve one kind of ache by distracting his body with another.

She paused in her progression of kisses, licks and sucks down his torso, sat up slightly and looked down at him.

“Do it again,” she rasped, her eyes intent upon his hand around his balls.

“Squeeze it.”

He did, making his staff jerk vicariously against his stomach, releasing a small burst of cream.

She dipped one finger into the milky fluid at the plump, swollen head of him and drew it down his length.

His member flexed to follow her touch, seeking as much friction as it could, hoping she’d wrap her fingers around it, or better yet her mouth.

But she didn’t oblige him. Instead, she brought her fingertip to her mouth and sucked his essence from it with relish, torturing him with the knowledge that it should have been his cock instead.

“Squeeze it harder,” she commanded, shifting her eyes to his fisted scrotum.

He did, pulling his balls down at the same time, because he was getting close. His body wanted to feed that voracious hunger in her eyes. It wanted to come for her over and over and over.

But only if she commanded it.

Only if she begged for it.

“Harder.”

He obeyed, the veins popping on the back of his hand, wrist and forearm as he did so.

The tender skin of his sac would bear the shape of his palm and fingers hours after they were done, but he didn’t care. The pain turned him on like nothing else, perhaps because he could see in her eyes how much it turned her on.

Their will was one.

“Take your cock in the other hand and fuck it like you would me,” she breathed, her black eyes burning with amber stars.

“Don’t come until I say you can.”

He did as she bid and began to pump his ultra-sensitive, stone-hard shaft into his tight fist, his other hand still holding his balls, cinching them at the base to stall his release.

The juicy head of him swelled even further with each rise through his shackling fingers, the wet, slurping sound obscenely loud and tantalizing to his own ears.

This was what it sounded like when he thrust into her liquid heat. But he never focused on it as he did now, too lost in other feelings when he was with her, surrounded in all ways by her.

Now, because she kept herself apart from him, he had no choice but to focus on how he felt, how he sounded and smelled. His musk redolent and heavy in the air. His gasps shallow huffs wrenched forcibly from his chest.

And that wet, slippery squeeze and release of his cock thrusting into a tight channel.

All of his senses magnified and amplified and homed in on their connection. Sophia and him. This bristling dynamic between them that seemed like a living thing.

“Spread your legs and raise your hips. I want to see everything.”

He raised up and opened his body as she knelt beside him, touching him only with her fervent gaze.

“Lift your balls, I want to see your star. I want to see it quiver and clench when you’re close.”

Fuck.

Dalair arched his back and thrust harder, her dark words spurring him on.

He fucked his fist hard and brutal. His hand was big and his fingers long, but his cock was so thick from unquenchable need he could barely enclose it.

The fit of his hand was tighter and harder because of this, even painful, reminding him of the stinging soreness already throbbing through the tortured column of flesh. Without her soft pussy and slickness to sooth his burning skin, the pain rose to an almost unbearable degree.

But he kept on, displaying his naked need like a pagan god. Undiluted feelings and steaming, writhing flesh.

He let her see every clench of his buttocks, every flex of his thighs. His shoulders, chest and biceps bunching. The muscles in his stomach tightening into steel bands with every undulation, the V of his hips stark, mirroring the corded lines of his taut throat as he struggled for breath.

She watched it all with avid fascination and undisguised ravenousness.

Mine, the black within her conquering eyes said.

Mine, the light of her love for him echoed.

Ah, gods, he needed her so much! He needed her touch, the tight clasp of her body. He needed her mouth on him. He needed to come more than he needed air.

But she wouldn’t let him. His body wouldn’t release without her permission.

“Sophia…” he rumbled in an animalistic sound that came less from his throat, more from