Becoming His Muse, Part Three by KC Martin Read Free Book Online

face, concentrating on this building blaze between my legs. He sucks ravenously and then just as I’m about to let go into my heaven-on-earth moment he pulls away. I gasp sharply. He swings off of me and off the bed in a flash and I’m left vibrating at the edge of oblivion and gasping for release.
    I watch him in a daze as he slides on a condom, a wicked grin on his wet lips, a sparkle of mischief in his shining green eyes.
    “Did you like that?” he says crawling back onto the bed.
    I’m beyond speaking words and only nod. My whole body still thrums with pre-orgasmic energy. I want him desperately and he seems to be moving in slow motion.
    “What do you want now?” he says teasingly. I reached for his sheathed cock and pull him towards my open legs.
    “Whoa, baby,” he says, losing his balance. As he tips forward and slightly to one side, I command my muscles to move and get up and I force him back on the bed. I push his shoulders back hard and straddle him.
    “You left me hanging,” I whisper raggedly. My clit rubs lightly against his hard cock and I think that tiny bit of sensation is going to push me right over the edge before I have the chance to feel him inside of me.
    “I’d never do that,” he says with a cheeky half smile.
    “You just did.” I tweak his nipple in punishment. He flinches but smiles too.
    I rub myself along his length but don’t let him inside yet. “If you’re not careful, I’ll come like this and leave you hanging.”
    “Oh, I’m careful.” He grabs my hips to still me. “You’re not getting off that easy.”
    “Oh, really?” I lick my fingers seductively and then aim for my clit. “I could take care of myself right now.” Before I find my sweet spot he grabs my wrist and forms my fingers around his cock. With his hand around mine he starts pumping.
    “How ‘bout you take care of me ?” He winks. My hand is hostage under his. He pumps faster. I see his chest rise and fall with quicker breaths. His eyes twinkle with amusement.
    “You wouldn’t dare,” I say, trying to pull my hand free.
    “Wouldn’t I?” His breath catches, and his eyes start to roll back in his head. He moans. “Oh, Ava…” With my free hand I pinch his other nipple.
    “Logan!”
    His hand loosens but not quite enough to release mine. I can move it a bit though and while I’ve got some semblance of freedom, I lift my hips and guide him toward my pussy. As I nestle over him he lets go of himself, and my hand, and sighs contentedly.
    “That’s what you wanted all along?” I say.
    He nods, his lips curling into a triumphant smile. With all the effort I can muster I remain perfectly still over him. It’s very difficult. His beautiful firm cock is deep inside me. My body is still trembling with a stored up orgasm. It’s all I can do not to ride him like a stallion. He stops smiling and looks at me. It’s a battle of wills now. He tries to move beneath me. I clamp down my hips to keep him still. My inner flexing probably gave him some brief pleasure, but I find my inner stillness once again.
    “Truce?” he says.
    I realize I’m holding my breath and let out a sigh. Then I shake my head. “Ransom,” I say.
    He gives me a quizzical look.
    “Two to one” I say. “Two orgasms for me. One for you.”
    “Don’t we have the whole night together? I’m planning on more than one.”
    “A two to one ratio . Every time you come, I come twice .”
    His lips quirk up into a half smile. “I can live with that.” He reaches for my nipples and rubs his thumbs against their erect tips. “Now can we move?”
    I smile down at him and start drawing small circles with my hips. He sighs. With his hands on my hips, he widens the circles and then nudges me back and up so that I can slide down him slowly. I lift and fall along his length, picking up speed. He watches our joining, his face tightening in concentration.
    “Ride me, Ava,” he says hoarsely. “Ride me hard.” He watches me intently as I