Carnal Compromise by Robin L. Rotham Read Free Book Online Page B

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    AJ paused, too. How did he know they were both clean? Did they compare test results or something?
    Deciding it didn’t matter, she spread her legs shamelessly and reached for Joe. “So am I.”
    “No point in taking stupid chances.” Joe ripped the condom out of the wrapper and rolled it on efficiently, then climbed onto the bed. He paused, staring down at her.
    “AJ, AJ, I can’t believe we let you go to waste for so long,” he said.
    She heartily agreed with that sentiment. She’d bunked in with guys before, but it had never been like it was with Joe. The man had amazing presence. He’d obviously been around the block a thousand times, and his openness about desiring Brent spoke of a flexibility she’d only dreamed of in a man. His tolerance for Brent’s ongoing lack of cooperation appealed to her even more. Not many men could take repeated rejections with a smile—it spoke volumes about both his determination and his confidence.
    Breathless with anticipation, she stared at Joe’s large, wonderfully hard body as he knelt over her. Dark hair was liberally splashed over his muscled chest and belly, with a few grays beginning to make headway into the mat. His tan lines were almost an exact match for hers, and once again, awareness of her own imperfections edged into her enjoyment of the moment.
    Kicking herself, she demanded, “Are you going to fuck me or stare at me all night?”
    “You asked for it.” Laying his hot palms on the insides of her thighs, he spread her legs up and back. “I hope you’re ready, girl, ’cause here I come.”
    Aiming with nothing more than a swivel of his hips, he set his cock against her sensitive center and pushed.
    AJ barely heard his groan over her own whimpers of agonized delight. The thick intrusion tiptoed on the edge of pain and she gripped his wrists but didn’t try to urge him forward when he held himself still partway in to let her adjust.
    “Tell me when,” he said in a strained tone.
    “A little more,” she begged immediately.
    He met her eyes. “More time or more of me?”
    “You.”
    He immediately sank deeper and AJ let out a choked cry. “Yes! God yes, please!”
    But he stopped again. Letting her legs rest on his spread thighs, he pulled his wrists free of her clawing fingers to lean over her, propping himself on one hand and rubbing her clit with his thumb.
    “Dammit!” She swatted his hand away in annoyance. “If all I wanted was an orgasm, I’d get out my vibrator. Now fuck me, Joe! Fuck me like you need it, like you’re starving for it, like you want me more than your next breath.” She froze as a sickening thought occurred to her. “Unless you—”
    Joe fell on her, smothering her insecurity with an incredibly carnal kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let her thighs splay against the mattress as he surged forward. He tunneled deeper and deeper, and for one spectacular moment, she was fuller than she’d ever been in her life, pinned to the bed by a mountain of heated skin, granite muscle and aggressive tongue.
    Then he cupped his hands under her shoulders and fucked her like she’d never been fucked before.
    Every deep, hard thrust stunned her aching pussy, and she gasped, arching her head back in a paroxysm of primal fulfillment. This was what she needed more desperately than she could have imagined—to be conquered by a rampaging cock and subjugated by the punishing impact of pubic bone against pubic bone. To be captured, taken and used.
    To be devastated in every way by Joe Remke.
    She begged for more, panting and stretching and writhing, tearing at his solid back with her short nails, and his pounding grew even more fierce. When her body drew as tight as a crossbow and tears of longing and unbearable arousal slid from her eyes, AJ took a cleansing breath and forced herself to relax into Joe’s assault, giving herself over completely to the impending storm.
    What happened next gave a whole new meaning to the word orgasm