Wicked (Wild, Wicked and Wanton #2) - Jaci Burton Page 0,23

fisted it, stroking it, making her mouth water for a taste.

“Suck me, Blair.”

Still holding onto her hair, he pushed her head toward his lap. Eager to take his cock in her mouth, she enveloped the head between her lips, licking at the fine drops of fluid gathered there, rewarded by his groan of delight.

He might think he was in control, but in this she was the master. She flicked her tongue over the crest, then suctioned her mouth around him, sliding downward, inch by agonizing inch. He surged upward, feeding her, digging his fingers in her hair again as he moaned his pleasure and leaned back against the swing.

She dug her nails into his denim-clad thighs, her pussy wet with her own desire and eager to impale herself on his cock. A wicked hunger consumed her, a need to pleasure him, to drag him with her to heights of unbearable need.

“Oh, yeah,” he murmured. “Take it deep, Blair. Swallow it.”

She no longer wanted to defy him. What was the point, when giving him pleasure would only heighten her own? He pushed forward, and she took him deep, all the way to her throat, swallowing him, constricting around him until he lifted off the swing and dug his fingers into her hair, pulling her off his cock.

“Goddamn!” he said, jerking her head back and pulling her upright. He covered her mouth with his and ravaged it, fucking her mouth with his tongue. Hard and insistent, with a ravaging passion that left her lips bruised, her pussy swelling and aching with the need to be filled.

She whimpered against his mouth, and he pulled his lips away, dragging her astride him, facing him.

“Fuck me,” he commanded.

She thrilled to the harsh tone in his voice and impaled herself on his cock, tilting her head back and moaning at the sheer pleasure of being filled with his thick shaft.

“Yes,” she murmured, grasping his shoulders and lifting, then sank down on him, driving him balls deep into her pussy.

She established the rhythm, riding him with slow strokes, every brush of her clit against his pelvis like a shock of lightning to her cunt.

“I like you like this. Fucking you with your clothes on. It’s nasty. I like you a little nasty, Blair. Fuck me harder.”

She complied, lifting and slamming down hard against him.

“Yeah, drop down on my balls. Goddamn, that’s good.”

He grabbed her buttocks and began to raise her up and down over his shaft. She lifted her skirt so she could watch the movements of his cock in and out of her pussy.

“Touch your clit for me, baby. Make yourself come.”

She reached between her legs and massaged her clit, knowing he had a perfect view of his cock disappearing between her pussy lips, of her hand rubbing her clit.

“Damn, that’s pretty,” he said, his gaze glued to that spot where they were joined.

His cock swelled, her contractions growing stronger as she gripped him in a tight vise that signaled she was close. She strummed her clit faster, racing toward her climax, watching his eyes darken, his lips part as he panted with her.

“I’m going to come,” she whispered, her breath sawing out of her lungs in painful bursts. She arched her back and ground her pussy against him.

His eyes were a dark storm, his lips parted, his half-lidded gaze so goddamn sexy she couldn’t stand it.

“Come on my cock, Blair. Milk the come out of me and take me with you.”

She gripped his shoulder with one hand and furiously rubbed her clit as the sensations seared her insides. Then it came, a sizzling peak that made her scream. She held onto his gaze as she came, felt him erupt at the same time, thrusting and jerking against her as he shot a hot load of come in her.

They rocked the swing in a wild arc as they rode out their orgasms, then crashed together. Blair fell forward and clasped onto Rand’s shoulder, shuddering as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued to rock through her. He stroked her hair, her back, his motions gentling as they came down from the fury.

Nestled in his embrace like this, Blair realized she had never felt more herself with a man than she did with Rand.

And that scared her more than any relationship she’d ever run from.

He scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom, undressed her, and pulled her against him. His cock was still hard.

He didn’t speak to her, just slid his cock inside her and stroked