Free (Chaos #6) - Kristen Ashley Page 0,122

it over him as emotional extortion.

He was hitting her pad not only because her pad was a whole lot nicer than his, but also because he was giving her the weekend in order to try to help her sleep easy.

But if she didn’t give him what was troubling her sometime that weekend, even if he had to tie her to the bed and play with her, not letting her come for days until he got it out of her, that was what he was going to do.

Misfits

Beck

That evening, ten after eight . . .

Beck sat on his ass with his back to the headboard, feet in the bed, legs spread, eyes glued on Janna, trying hard not to come.

Jesus, what was happening?

She had a hand wrapped tight, working his shaft as she sucked hard at the head, alternately circling it with her tongue.

But anytime she got close to taking it to the limit, she backed off, stroking him deep with her mouth, full throated, working him up, taking her time, making it almost painful to stop himself from fucking her face.

And she wasn’t glancing up at him, checking his reaction.

Part of the brilliance of what she was doing was that she was all about his dick. Like sucking his cock nourished her or something.

It was phenomenal.

It was rocking his fucking world.

So much, that was all he could think about.

And not the weight in his gut.

“Babe,” he growled.

She didn’t even look at him.

She went from head action to doubling up, jacking him and stroking deep with her mouth, hand tight and draws wet, warm and heavy.

His hips started moving.

“Babe,” he warned.

She kept at him, tightening her fist and sliding her other hand down the inside of his thigh right to his balls, cupping them in her hand.

She’d never touched his boys.

It was like they didn’t exist for her.

Fuck.

He lost both her hands when she had to plant them in his thighs when his hips came off the bed and he started fucking her face.

Shit, she took that, her expression turning enraptured.

It was goddamned beautiful.

He fucked her faster.

It was then she lifted her eyes to his, and she was so there, so in the zone, so fucking getting off on this, Beck had no choice but to reach down to her, grasp her under her arms and drag her up his chest.

She straddled him, breathing heavily, and he shoved in at her back until it arched toward him.

He hadn’t managed to get her bra off before she started sucking his dick.

And he didn’t bother with getting it off then.

He just used both hands to tug the cups down, bunching the stretchy material under them which forced them together, high and tight—an invitation.

He bent and sucked a nipple hard.

She made a noise he felt draw up his balls and ground her pussy into his rock-solid cock.

She still had on her panties and they were drenched.

Saturated.

Jesus.

Totally fucking getting off on this.

And her doing that ramped him past reason.

He switched nipples and she dry humped him (or wet humped him, as the case was) until he couldn’t take it anymore.

He gripped her hair, forced her mouth to his, drove his tongue inside, then her lower body jerked and she gasped sweet and hot into his mouth when he tore her panties at the side.

Beck broke the kiss and shoved them out of the way so they were hanging useless on her thigh, looked into her dazed eyes and demanded, “Inside.”

Panting against his lips, Janna grasped his cock. He felt the head slide through her soak, gritting his teeth as it went, that felt so goddamned good.

He caught, and she bore down.

Both of their heads went back, his hitting wall, and he felt hers fly, his hand still in her hair.

He kept her head back as he righted his neck and watched as she rode him, her big, pretty tits bouncing in his face.

He latched on her nipple as best he could with his mouth through her movements and drew as deep as possible.

She whimpered, holding his head to her, riding him wild, slamming into him.

“Beck,” she whispered.

He let her tit go. “Yeah.”

“Beck,” she gasped.

He brought her face to his, trying to catch her eyes, but they were unfocused.

Fucking hot.

“Yeah, baby.”

She rode him rough.

“Beck,” she cried out.

He twisted her to her back and took over the ride, pounding into her as she came, sliding his hand between them and going at her clit.

“Too . . . too . . . can’t,” she forced out.

“Keep coming,” he

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