Raven's Hell - Jenika Snow Page 0,33

he reached between their bodies with one hand, all but tore the button from her pants, ripped the zipper down, and tried to push the material down her legs. Shit, he wanted her just as naked as he was, but he also didn’t want to move away from her to make that happen.

She was hot and sweet and surrendered herself to him like no other. When she put her hands on his chest and pushed him away, taking a step back was really hard for him. But she wasn’t stopping this and instead slipped her thumbs under the edge of her panties and pushed them down her legs too.

Christ, he could see the material was soaking wet, and his cock jerked even harder.

“I want this, Collin.”

He swallowed hard, and moved his hand down to rub his palm over his erection. The damn thing would probably explode if he didn’t add a little bit of pressure to the bastard. He could have gotten off just from looking at her alone, and when she gripped the hem of her shirt and slowly started to lift it up, everything in him stilled.

The bottom of her breasts came into view, and he wrapped his hand around his cock at the sight. But she stopped before he could see the full weight of her tits. A low growl left him, and her eyes widened.

“Rebecca, baby, I’m liable to tackle you to the ground if you don’t let me see every inch of you.” He heard the soft noise that came from her, and then she pulled the shirt away and tossed it on the floor with her jeans.

He took in her body, every damn glorious inch of her, and possessive need slammed into him. Rebecca was his, and he was about to claim her in a way he had never done with another woman.

And then she was standing right in front of him, her breathing hectic and erratic, and her breasts rising and falling because of the action. She was thin and tiny. But she was also beautiful in every way. Her long dark hair hung down, still damp from her bath, the ends slightly curling.

Her breasts were a handful and the peaks a light-pink color. Her nipples were hard, looking like they wanted his mouth right on them. Damn, he was hard.

He lowered his gaze to her pussy, one with a thatch of short, dark hair covering it. Collin had always liked bare cunts when he was ruling his empire, but staring at her now, he grew so fucking turned on at the sight of her.

But before he could move, she was lowering herself to her knees in front of him. Collin parted his lips and breathed in deeply when her eyes landed on his cock and stared at it.

“Rebecca, what are you doing?” His voice was strained, and this was certainly not how he thought this evening was going to go, at least not right away.

“I’m not a virgin, Collin.” She stared at his face and licked her lips. “Besides, I’ve been thinking about this since we were in the loft.” Her voice shook a little, and although she was taking the initiative right now, he knew she was nervous.

Cupping the side of her face, he smoothed his fingers over her lips. But she didn’t say anything else, just wrapped her hand around his length. A strangled noise left him when she parted her lips and took the head into the hot, wet confines of her mouth.

Collin reached out and wrapped his hand around her hair, closed his eyes, and let his head fall back. She took as much as she could, hollowed out her cheeks, and relaxed her throat.

“Fuck, Rebecca. God, you are sucking my cock so damn good, baby.”

She made a humming noise around him, and he groaned. The head of his erection nudged the back of her throat, but she didn’t give up.

Over and over, she brought him to the brink of coming, but it was when she reached down and took his balls in one hand, gave them a squeeze that bordered on pain, that Collin had to stop or he’d come and this would be over before it fucking started.

As he took hold of her shoulders and pulled her to her feet, the sound of his dick coming free from the tight suction of her lips sounded erotic as hell. Her lips were swollen and red, and a surge of proprietary need slammed into him. He had made