Big Bad John (Bigger in Texas Series) by R.G. Alexander Read Free Book Online Page B

you still brave enough to say yes?”
    If someone had asked her how she expected this visit to go, she’d never have imagined this in a million years. Quiet John had turned into a sexual, smooth-talking Dom. Big Bad John. What would he ask her to do? What were his fantasies?
    How many times had she thought she’d give anything to know?
    “Two weeks? And you’ll stop whenever I say?”
    “As long as you mean it.” His murmur was rough with passion. “Yes. And I promise you, Trudy, you’ll more than enjoy what I have in mind.”
    Her sex was clenching, her body restless. She needed release. Was aching for his touch. The ache made her bold. “Make me come, right now, and I’ll say yes.”
    “Practicing to be a demanding diva already? That’s not usually how this works.”
    She licked her lips, nodding. “I know.”
    His eyes flared with dark blue fire. “If I agree, afterward you’ll only come when I allow it. And whenever I ask. You know that right?”
    She gasped for breath. “I know. Please, John.”
    The hand that was on her breast lowered, skimming her stomach over her shirt and reaching for the top button of her shorts. He slid the zipper down and slipped his fingers inside her soaked lace panties. His lips were less than an inch away from hers when he moaned. “As responsive as ever, I see. Fuck, you’re so hot.”
    One thick finger pressed against her clit and then thrust deep inside her. No teasing. No foreplay. Trudy bit her cheek hard to stop herself from crying out.
    “Keep quiet, baby. We don’t need company for this.” He released her wrists from his grip and placed his now free hand on her lower back. “Wrap your arms around my neck.”
    She did as he asked, grateful for the support that allowed her to rock against his hand. He eased in another finger and she moaned, loving the stretch as he filled her. Imagining more.
    He growled against her temple. “I feel like a damn teenager, copping a feel while your parents are asleep upstairs.”
    The hand on her back slid inside the denim of her shorts, one finger pressing against the sensitive skin between the cheeks of her ass. “Oh, God.”
    “That’s right,” he groaned, still pumping his fingers inside her sex. Faster now. Deep. “That will belong to me too. Every inch of you, mine to touch. To taste. To fuck. I’ve had a lot of time to imagine what I want to do to you, Trouble. And I’m going to do every damn thing I can before our time runs out.”
    Everything. Whatever he said. Whatever he wanted. The idea was as arousing as his touch. His words were bringing her closer and closer to the edge. “John.”
    “I need to hear you say it, Trudy. I want your yes. Tell me you’re mine. That you’ll give yourself over to me. Anything I want.”
    She was coming so hard she saw stars. She tightened her arms and pressed her cheek against his, moaning softly into his ear. “Yes. Oh yes, that feels— yes John. Anything you want.”
    Her head was still spinning when his fingers left her and he lowered her back to her feet, adjusting and re-buttoning her shorts as if she were a child. She looked up into his dark eyes, stunned when he kissed her gently on the forehead and stepped back.
    “I’ll be going now. Get some rest. You’re going to need it. I’ll be back early to help with Junior. Oh and Trudy?” He paused to make sure she was listening. “I want you to use one of those toys I know you have in your room tonight and think about me. I want you to think of me and then I want you to come so hard and loud you’re afraid someone will hear you. I’ll expect you to tell me about it tomorrow. I might even ask you to demonstrate.”
    And then he was gone. Out the kitchen door on his way to his place, leaving Trudy weaving and shaking in the kitchen. She was still reeling from what had happened. What she’d agreed to.
    John’s challenge rocked her to her foundations. She hadn’t expected it.  After so many years she thought he’d put