The Isle Of Sin And Shadows - Keri Lake Page 0,146

drawing me closer to him, the silent command sending a titillating thrill to my stomach. He slants his mouth over mine, sealing out the air, and spears his tongue to deepen the kiss. The water slickens our bodies, his chest sliding across my puckered, wet nipples, and I moan into his mouth. Reaching down between us, I take his cock in hand, and a growly grunting sound rumbles in his chest.

One long stroke, and his lips part on a hiss.

Eyes fixed on mine, he watches me, as I lower myself to my knees before him until level with his groin. I don’t know what it is that I love so much about a man’s cock, but the mere sight of it waters my mouth. Covered in a map of veins, the organ sticks out from his muscled thighs, and a tingle at the back of my jaw tells me this one is going to set off my gag reflex. Power and force packed tightly into a smooth and well-groomed vessel of destruction.

Though I’ve learned to take a man deep, I’ve certainly not mastered it.

The water runs down his body, and he rubs it over his long inviting shaft, almost taunting me. But instead of giving him what he clearly wants, I bend forward and run my tongue over his balls that hang heavy and neglected.

His hips jerk in response, and the sound of his grunting echoes in the shower.

With a smile tugging at my lips, I tip my head just enough to suck the water dribbling from one of them, and take the whole thing into my mouth. I feel him move against me, but I keep on, working my way to his shaft. Over the throbbing veins and smooth, slick skin, up to the tip. Blinking against the errant sprays of water that fall on my face, I keep my eyes on his, as I push the tip of his cock into my mouth.

“Fuuuuuuck!” His palms shoot-out to either side, against the tiles, and he tips his head back, but snaps it forward again, like he can’t bring himself to look away.

Up and down his shaft, I suck the salty water and swallow it back. Up and down, up and down.

He reaches down, fingers tightening around a handful of my wet curls, sending a zap of pain to my skull. The deep, masculine moan that echoes all around me sends an ache to between my thighs. Small thrusts of his hips confess his impatience, and I angle my head just enough to let him go deeper. The water makes for a wet glide, as he fucks my throat, and when I grip tight to his thighs, I can feel a tremble vibrating through him.

In the next breath, my body is wrenched up off the floor. Rough hands spin me around, pressing me flat against the cold tiles. In one hard thrust, he’s inside of me, and his fingers curl into mine, his cheek smashed against my cheek.

“I’m going to fuck you ragged, chère. Until you can’t walk. Whenever I get an envie for your tight little chatte, you’re going to spread those pretty thighs of yours for me.”

This man is the king of making me feel so freaking dirty, and I lap his words up like a thirsty kitten at a bowl of milk.

“Yes,” I whisper, desperately trying to keep upright as he pumps in and out of me.

“Whenever I want. Say it.”

“You can fuck me whenever you want.”

A groan escapes him, and his hand slides beneath my thigh, lifting it against the tiles just enough to deepen his next thrust.

So deep, I screw my eyes shut, as the tip of his cock drives up into me as if he’s trying to spear my stomach. I cry out, the shower water leaking from the corner of my gaping mouth. His heavy body presses into mine, smashing my breasts into the tiles, while he ruts against me like a seasoned stag.

“I’ll put a bullet in anyone who touches this pussy.”

Hearing him say that should be a massive turn off. The guy is threatening to kill anyone who touches me, and yet, the warmth between my thighs is proof that I’m sick in the head. Turned on by this dangerous man and his lethal words.

He releases my hands, stirring his cock inside of me, and at the sound of splashing, I twist as much as I’m able to and see him unhook the side spigot from the wall. Pulsing water trails