Beauty and the Earl by Jess Michaels Read Free Book Online

powerful control, and she almost forgot everything else.
    Including her real reasons for coming to him.
    “You hesitate,” he all but purred. “You fear the fact that I could steal your control in a moment.”
    It was meant as a challenge, and it took everything in her not to rise to the bait.  
    Instead, she pushed her dress off fully and stood before him naked, flushed from orgasm, aching for more. “Do I look afraid of you?”
    He swore under his breath, so low she couldn’t fully make out the word, and then he moved on her. But he didn’t slam her backward onto the mattress, as she thought he might. He cupped one breast with his right hand, stroking a thumb over the already distended nipple. She bit back a sound of pleasure and squeezed her eyes shut.
    Her body wasn’t normally so pliable. She found pleasure, yes, with every lover, but not like this. Not like a wildfire that needed to be extinguished before it destroyed everything in its path.
    The power of it did frighten her, even if she denied it.  
    “You are beautiful,” he breathed, lifting his gaze to look at her like he was seeing her for the first time. “And I want to be inside of you, to take some of that beauty for a short time.”
    She drew back at that unexpected sentiment. She examined his face, all the hard lines and angles, the dark green eyes dilated with pleasure. It would be easy to only see control, passion, lust there…but deeper, in a place she doubted he wanted anyone to see, she saw desperation. Sadness.
    “Take what you need,” she whispered as she reached for the waistband of his trousers. “Take everything.”
    He kept his stare on her for a moment, then brushed her hands aside and all but tore his buttons open. His pants dropped around his ankles, and she sucked in a breath.
    The lean, muscular body she so admired was something to behold in a fully nude and fully ready state. His cock nearly touched his navel, proud and heavy with lust.
    She reached around to cup his firm backside as she drew him closer, kissing him, tasting his tongue and letting the ache of desire he had satisfied with his fingers just a moment before build again, this time to greater, more frantic heights.  
    “Lay down,” he ordered, his voice rough and low as he pulled away from her kiss.
    She slid onto the bed and rested back against the pillows, enjoying every moment as he crawled up to join her. He covered her body with his, settling himself between her legs and letting the tip of his cock nudge at the opening of her body. She wiggled, trying to get closer as he delved into her with a deep kiss that stole everything that kept her grounded.
    She clutched at his shoulders, massaging his hard, warm flesh as he dragged his hand between them and guided his cock to the right place.
    He thrust, and she was utterly lost. She lifted to meet him, kissing him deeper. He was heavy over her, but she reveled in his weight, reveled in the rhythmic thrusts between her legs. His pelvis hit her clitoris every time he dove deeper into her body, and it didn’t take long before her second orgasm of the night began to build deep within her.
    She tilted her head back against the pillow, biting her lip as pleasure mounted, mounted and finally burst like a dam holding back water for far too long.
    “Scream for me,” he ordered, staring down as she did just that, losing herself in release so powerful that the world spun before her eyes as she rocked through it.
    His movements came faster now as she continued to come, squeezing his cock with her body while the tremors spiraled faster and harder. She could see he was on the edge, the tendons in his neck straining, his mouth tightening. He barked out a massive shout of relief and then pulled from her to spill between them in a hot burst of satisfaction.
    Then he collapsed over her, his mouth against her neck where he showered light kisses and his body shaking with the same powerful pleasure that still made her tremble too. She