She stared back at him, fighting to hold onto her control as his fingertips touched her cheek gently.
“Just us,” she said desperately as she lifted her head.
“Yes. Just us.”
Keiley stared back at him desperately as her mouth covered his c**k head once again, filling her mouth with his flesh. She should have been nervous, frightened. She should have come to her feet and told him to jack off instead. But she couldn’t. She couldn’t because she needed this just as much as he did.
Leaning back, she licked her lips slowly before trailing her fingers over the upper mounds of her br**sts, then glanced over the tight, hard ni**les as he stared down at her.
“Like this?” she whispered breathlessly needing to tease, to tempt.
This she liked. Her fingers surrounded her hard ni**les, adding a heavy pressure, caressing them with enough strength to redden the hard tips.
His eyes dilated as she breathed in roughly. He slid his hand into her hair before wrapping the fingers of his other hand around the base of his erection.
She knew what was coming, felt it burn through her ni**les as she tweaked them erotically, felt it clench in her womb and spill slick heat between her thighs.
“Which way do you prefer?” His voice was husky. Wild.
“This.” Her fingers tightened on her ni**les until it felt like teeth were nipping the tight buds, causing her lips to part helplessly with pleasure.
A move Mac took full advantage of. With his gaze still on her trapped ni**les, the head of his c**k sank into her mouth.
Keiley moaned as she heard Mac’s guttural growl. Her lips closed on the head of his erection and sucked with delicate greed as she pinched and caressed her own ni**les.
She stared up at Mac, watching his expression tighten, the hard, hungry grimace on his face as he held her in place and pulled back, removing his c**k from her possession.
She licked her lips, pursed them, and blew over the damp head.
And she watched the control he was relying on so heavily break. But it didn’t break in any way that she had expected. She expected him to fall upon her in desperate need. To spread her thighs and f**k her like the conqueror she could see glittering in his eyes.
When Mac’s control broke, though, it revealed more than a conquering sex god. It revealed the man who knew how to love.
He pulled her quickly to her feet, his hand once again shackling her wrists behind her back, his head lowering, his lips covering one hard, exquisitely sensitized nipple.
He didn’t just suck it into his mouth. His teeth scraped, nipped, his tongue swirled and licked as he held her before him. Each caress was diabolically laid, performed and practiced with sensual precision. His free hand, calloused fingertips flat against her flesh, smoothed down her abdomen and tucked between her thighs.
Before Keiley could catch her breath or gather herself for the coming thrust, two of Mac’s fingers began to work slowly, gently, inside the wet, hot depths of her core.
“You like that,” he groaned, his head lifting as she arched in his arms.
“Yes.” She writhed on his fingers. “Oh God, yes.”
“My fingers f**king inside you, caressing you.” His words followed suit, his fingertips curling, caressing with devastating results while he held her practically immobile with his hard body and restraining hand.
Rapid-fire bursts of pleasure exploding inside her body as Mac bent her over his arm, his lips lowering to play with her ni**les again as his fingers moved inside her, stroking deep, caressing her, burning through her mind.
There were other things burning inside her as well. The fierce, blazing heat was followed by the knowledge that something wild, something untamed, was growing as well. Despite his gentleness, his emotion, she was burning higher.
She had once been content to let Mac direct their lovemaking; now she strained against him, needing to establish her own dominance.
He chuckled at the movements, ignoring her harsh cry as his fingers slid from between her thighs while he deftly turned her, bending her over the high mattress of the bed.
“Now, this is a pretty sight.” His hand caressed over the rounded curve of her bu**ocks, stroking them, causing her to shudder at the submission of her position.
“You’re a pervert,” she accused breathlessly.
“Oh darlin’, you have no clue,” he murmured, his roughened voice stroking over her senses as she bucked against him.