Her Little Black Book by Brenda Jackson Read Free Book Online Page B

began racing as he threw his head back and let out a deep, satisfied moan. He needed this one last time. The feel of her gobbling him up. He knew he should push her away. Instead he caught hold of her head and securely held it in place while her mouth continued its work.
    It didn’t take long for his already messed-up mind to begin whirling. Then his shaft exploded when a climax hit, and she still didn’t let him up. Instead she took it all like she needed it to survive. She was pulling everything out of him, draining him, taking it in. Tonight she would get just what she wanted. And he would get just what he needed.
    Moments later she dragged her mouth from his shaft and stood, fixed her gaze on him while licking her lips.
His shaft was throbbing. Was up again already. He tore off his shirt, kicked off his shoes, finished undressing with the speed of lightning. Then he shoved her unceremoniously down on the floor, on her stomach, and before she could move, he was on his knees on top of her. Tilting up her ass to him, he rammed his shaft into it, taking full domination of her sex. Even the gigantic orgasm he’d gotten hadn’t been enough, and this was his favorite position. One where he felt in control, he could square off with her and win every time.
    He continued to thrust into her, showing no mercy because he knew she was getting just what she wanted; this was the reason she’d called him to come over. She tilted her head back and cried out his name, but he kept going, refusing to let up. Then another climax struck, one that almost stopped his breathing. It also strengthened his resolve to take her again. As soon as that orgasm ended, he flipped her on her back and was ramming into her from the front.
    â€œI haven’t gotten enough yet,” was the only reason he could give her for his actions.
    â€œGood, because I want more,” she said, staring up at him with that look on her face that let him know that tonight her body was greedy as hell.
    A thought suddenly forced its way into his mind: He was cheating on Barbara again, after swearing on his mother’s grave that he would not. But he refused to keep thinking of that now. He was between a pair of young legs and getting all he wanted, the way he wanted. He was glad this was the night Barbara and her sister Peggy were
meeting for dinner. That would give him time to return home, shower, and be in the bed before she got back.
    But for now, this was what he wanted to concentrate on, and he knew, just like Ashira did, that no matter what he’d said before, what claims he’d made of wanting to end things between them, he was addicted to this and he would be back.
    â€œSo, you’ve decided to work things out with Ron … again.”
    Barbara met her sister’s gaze, saw the concern in her eyes and understood why. There was a seven year difference in their ages and Peggy had always been overprotective when it came to her sister. It would be pointless to explain why she continued to stay with a man who had made a mockery of their marriage more times than she cared to remember; especially after what Peggy had gone through with Joe.
    â€œYes, I’ve decided to work things out. It’s for the best.”
    Peggy rolled her eyes. “For who? You don’t have any little ones, and if it was left up to Courtney, you would have ended things with Ron long ago.”
    â€œIt’s hard to explain.”
    â€œTry. And don’t use the excuse that I don’t like Ron because you would be right. I don’t like him. I don’t like what he’s done to you; what he’ll do to you again if you let him. How can you even trust him?”
    Barbara felt the tiny shiver that ran down her spine with Peggy’s question. It was hard to trust him again but she felt she had to. She loved him. She had always loved
him, and was determined to make her marriage work. “I understand him. He doesn’t mean to hurt