Blissful Surrender by BJ Harvey, Jennifer Roberts-Hall Read Free Book Online

breathing was labored, causing my already hammering cock to harden impossibly further. I was turned on by the power she was letting me have over her, her willingness to give herself and her body over to me, and I planned to show her everything I had to give, to consume her, bring her to new heights she’d never fantasized about.
    Even with just a few words spoken between us, I knew Mac was different. She wasn’t the type to get clingy, but she wasn’t indifferent either. She struck me as a woman who knew what she wanted and what she needed, and unlike Sam, she knew how to get it.
    I couldn’t take my eyes off her. From the moment I’d seen her across the club, I knew that I’d have her tonight. With my hand firmly gripping her hip, and the other braced on the wall beside her head, I caged her in, bringing my body in close to hers without touching. I focused on the heat raging between us, the unspoken promise of a night full of passion and satisfaction. This moment was partly to make it known that she was safe with me, but also to keep her off balance.
    Moving my hand from the door, I pulled out my gold VIP key from my pocket and unlocked the door behind me. Wrapping my arm around her back, I eased the door open, guiding her body backwards into the room while slamming my mouth down onto hers. This time she met me stroke for stroke. We both lost ourselves in the kiss—sensual, erotic, and hot as fucking hell.
    A growl rumbled in my chest as she tightened her grip in my hair, fisting the strands as if her life depended on it and I was her anchor. My lust soared and before I knew it the door was slammed shut behind us and her back was flat against it as I devoured every inch of exposed skin—her neck, her collarbone, that delightful spot below a woman’s ear that has them trembling every single time.
    Mustering all the self-control I had, I ripped my mouth away from her, nipping a trail along her jaw before reaching her ear, deciding it was time to tell her exactly what I had planned for our time together. “You’re so fucking hot, baby doll. I can’t wait to have your ass warm from my hand. To have you laid out before me, begging to be fucked.”
    I trailed my tongue down her neck, sinking my teeth into the delicate skin of her neck. There was something about Mac that pushed all my Dom buttons. The moment that I felt her body melt into mine, submitting to me, I soared. I murmured my appreciation of her body, promising to make her come hard, multiple times, promises I had every intention of following through on. I slipped my fingers between the mesh fabric of her dress, sweeping it slowly down her shoulder, drawing out the experience for both of us, exposing the expanse of her creamy skin to my hungry gaze. I followed suit with the other shoulder until the dress pooled at her feet, following the trail of the material with soft nips and open mouth kisses down her arm and back up again until I could use my tongue to trace a wet line across the curve of her surging breasts. Drawing out this part of a scene always amped up the anticipation for both of us, and Mac was as much about anticipation and delayed gratification as I was. At this stage she was gasping, her breaths coming out in short pants. It was fucking sexy to see a woman so responsive to my touch, my mouth, and it only bode well for the moment I sunk my cock eight inches deep inside of her.
    “Hands on the door. Don’t move,” I commanded as I dragged my hands up to cradle her bare breasts, swiping my thumbs across her straining nipples through the silky material covering them. Mac’s raspy moan echoed around the room like erotic music to my ears. “Fucking beautiful, baby doll,” I murmured low and deep, hooking my fingers inside the corset and roughly pulling it down, exposing her naked breasts to my feasting eyes. With a lack of control I could not rationalize at the time, I dipped my mouth to taste her skin before sucking the straining peaks deeply