Bad Men - Piper Stone Page 0,44

raspy moans that I couldn’t seem to stop.

I heard his dark and dangerous chuckle when he blew across my pussy. The second I cried out, he swirled his fingers roughly around my clit before pinching the delicate tissue. Another hint of anguish was shifted almost immediately to the most intense round of pleasure as he darted his tongue around the aching nub.

“Oh, God. Yes. I…” I couldn’t think clearly, certainly couldn’t put several coherent words together. Everything was one giant and beautiful blur as he rolled his tongue around my clit over and over again before plunging several fingers into my pussy. I was blown away by the intensity of his actions, the force he used to drive them deep inside.

He continued making animalistic sounds as he started his feast, dragging his tongue up and down purposefully. The second I almost lowered my arms, he smacked my pussy, making tsking sounds.

“Do you need another lesson in what happens when you don’t follow the rules?”

“No. No! I’ll be good.” The words were blurted out of my mouth before I realized it.

When he resumed, licking up and down in fevered actions, I jerked up from the bed. I couldn’t believe he was able to bring me so close to an orgasm so quickly. He was an artist with his tongue, driving me to the point of madness then yanking back. Even the way he thrust his fingers inside, commanding my muscles to accept the invasion was more dominating than I realized he could be.

He was everything fantasies were made of.

Dark.

Dangerous.

Unforgiving.

I was swept into his web of lust, the man refusing to let me go until he’d had his fill.

“Behave,” he managed before devouring me again, burying his face into my wetness as he continued driving into my channel.

I had no idea how long he brought me close then pulled back, but I was drained, no longer able to feel my legs. I was also unable to hold back the tidal wave as a climax suddenly rushed deep inside.

“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh!” I bit back the scream, not only fearful of being disobedient but of Jack’s reaction. I knew the man was possessive, someone who had no desire to share. The thought seemed so strange as the single orgasm continued, rolling into a second. Then a third. Nothing like this had ever happened before. I almost laughed as the thought about Michael entered my mind.

The man had never cared to please me. Selfish prick.

These men, these two glorious hunks commanded everything from me, including extreme pleasure. My body remained on fire, the jolts of current dancing through every cell and muscle. I couldn’t stop quivering and I wanted desperately to see his face, to study his eyes as he took me.

But I obeyed.

Like a good little girl.

The thought seemed so odd as I felt the weight of him on top, his lips pressing against my cheek and his tongue sliding along my jawline.

“Now, I take you,” he stated before nipping my earlobe and forcing my legs to wrap around him. As he peppered me with kisses, he continued whispering filthy words of what he was going to do to me, every word spoken in Spanish.

“Te deseo.”

I want you.

“Soy tu dueno.”

I own you.

“Mio, todo mio.”

Mine, all mine.

I trembled as he slipped his cockhead between my pussy lips, holding the tip just inside then yanking my legs over his shoulders. When I briefly opened my eyes, he issued a harsh growl, the sound sending such a delicious wave of heat between my legs. I was completely helpless as he fucked me, thrusting his beautiful cock so deeply inside that I was certain he’d reached my womb.

“Yes. So… good,” I muttered, the angle almost pushing me into another ravaging orgasm.

“So tight, mi hermosa mujer.”

I felt like his beautiful woman as he crushed his mouth over mine, this time allowing the moment of intimacy to be a sweet reminder of the connection we shared. He rolled his hips, plunging in an almost perfect rhythm. There wasn’t a part of me that wasn’t on fire, the white-hot heat like bottle rockets exploding one after the other.

The sound of our combined moans slipping past our lips as well as the hard creaking of the bed was a scintillating aphrodisiac. And the scent of him was ravaging, leaving me drunk on his testosterone as he fucked me.

His cock continued to throb deep inside of me, my muscles clenching then releasing over and over again. While I wanted this to