Bluebeard by Selena Kitt Read Free Book Online Page B

arms, unlocking her, setting her free.
     
    She was like a noodle in his arms, her knees too loose to walk, and he carried her easily to the bed, kissing her deeply down onto it, the denim of his jeans rough against her soft, sensitive skin, the zipper biting into her hip, his cock so hard she could barely believe it.
     
    “Please.” Her hand found him, rubbing over the seam of his jeans. She didn’t just want him, she needed him. She had to have him inside of her, filling her. Nothing else would do. He let her fumble, uncoordinated, with the button and the zipper, let her free his cock against the soft flesh of her thigh.
     
    “Easy,” he urged her again, his breath hot on her ear. “Do you want that cock?”
     
    He knew she did— he knew. Why was he torturing her? She nodded against his neck, moving her hips up, trying to show him with her body what she wanted.
     
    “Tell me.” His hand slid through her hair, pulling her head back so he could rake his teeth over her neck, nibbling at her collarbone. “Tell me what you want.”
     
    “Oh please.” She squirmed. “Fuck me. I want your hard cock inside me… husband.”
     
    She added the last to drive her point home and it worked. Blue groaned softly, spreading her thighs with his, his cock finding her without any guidance at all. She was soaking wet from her orgasm and he slid in easily enough. Petra gripped his broad shoulders and looked up at him, poised above her, eyes closed, his lower lip drawn between his teeth, clearly savoring the sensation of being inside of her for the first time.
     
    She wondered at it, too, his flesh so hard, yet so different from that fake thing he’d made her hold onto. This is what she’d wanted all along. He’d made her crave it. Blue moved slowly inside of her, drawing back and sliding in, letting them both savor the feeling.
     
    “I’ve waited so long, Pet.” His voice was hoarse in her ear.
     
    “Me too,” she whispered, feeling tears stinging her eyes, clinging to him as his hips began to pump faster, his cock buried deep now. She wrapped her limbs around him, caressing the back of his neck as they moved together, the soft prickle of his beard rubbing against her cheek.
     
    “Kiss me,” she begged, turning her face up to him, feeling his hot breath. His mouth claimed hers, his tongue thrusting in the same hot rhythm as his cock, the wet sound of their bodies slapping together filling the little room. Petra wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into his lower back, driving him onward, wanting more, more, more.
     
    Blue moaned into her mouth, breaking the kiss with a low growl, gritting his teeth as she thrust up to meet him, making soft noises in her throat.
     
    “Don’t stop,” she begged, panting against his broad neck, feathering kisses at the hollow of his throat. “Oh please don’t stop. Make me come all over your cock.”
     
    He cried out, as if in pain, his hips pounding her against the bed, her pussy drawing him in deeper with the first spasms of her climax. She couldn’t hold back, feeling the hot clench and release of her belly against his. She cried out, her toes curling, heels digging in, nails raking over his shoulder blades.
     
    “Oh Pet,” he moaned, giving one last, hard, deep thrust. “Oh god, Pet, my sweet Pet…”
     
    And he was filling her, completely now, each hot pulse of his cock making her pussy swell with the overflow of his cum, his mouth finding hers, sucking hard at her tongue, making her moan. She cradled his head against her breasts as he cried out, again and again, his cock thrust so deep it hurt—and she didn’t care. She could have impaled herself on it all night.
     
    She wanted to. Was looking quite forward to it.
     
    “Mine.” He collapsed beside her on the bed and she found a way to fit her body to his. The room wasn’t cold anymore—it was hot. Her skin was moist, their bellies slick together as he pulled her into the circle of his