HostileIntent by Chandra Ryan Read Free Book Online Page A

her relief, leaned back and stripped off
the rest of his clothes, which allowed her to stand and make a show of sliding
out of her panties. But when she was finally naked, she didn’t join him on the
couch. Instead she went to her knees in front of him and nudged her way between
his thighs.
    Looking up, she caught his gaze before smiling wickedly and
then traced the hard length of his cock with her tongue. She went from the base
to his tip in one languid stroke and then worked her way around his thick head
before taking him all the way into her mouth. His cock resting on her tongue,
she wrapped one hand around the base of his erection and cupped his balls with
the other before she started moving rhythmically over him. Every time she got
to the head, she swirled her tongue around the sensitive skin before taking him
deep into her mouth again.
    He growled as he wrapped his fingers through her hair and
guided her pace and rhythm. “He’s watching you suck my cock. Your lovely ass
dancing in front of him.”
    She couldn’t help but react to his words. Her pussy, already
swollen with need, now throbbed. And she was certain if she ran a finger
through her folds, she’d find herself wet and ready.
    The thought of touching herself in front of both men made
her dizzy with desire. But she couldn’t. Her hands were currently busy
pleasuring another. Moaning, she took him deeper until he hit her throat. His
cock felt so good sliding between her lips, she never wanted it to end.
    “Feels wonderful, darling. But you’ve got to stop.” Each
word was said around a heavy breath. He was having a hard time staying in
control but even with as much fun as she was having, she wasn’t ready for him
to finish.
    Slowing her pace, she licked his length a couple more times
before standing in front of him.
    “You are one of the sexiest women I know,” Michael said, his
husky voice sending a fresh wave of desire through her.
    She leaned over and grabbed a condom out of one of the
pockets in her pants. She tossed the foil square at him and then smiled. “One
of?” she challenged sharply as she kneeled on the couch to straddle his hips
between her thighs.
    “Yes, one of. Now turn around so I can admire that gorgeous
ass our guest has been staring at.” He’d already torn the packet open and was
sliding the sheath over his cock. Soon he’d be buried deep inside her.
    She smiled as she turned to face Sans but the smile was
quickly forgotten as Michael adjusted his position and thrust into her. Leaning
forward slightly, she braced her hands on either side of him on the couch and
allowed him to set the rhythm by guiding her hips. Her gaze stayed locked with
Sans’.
    “Are you imagining what his cock would feel like in your
mouth while I filled this tight little pussy of yours?” He pulled her down on
him harder as he tilted his hips slightly. The shift made him hit that spot
that would drive her to the brink with just a few more thrusts. “‘Cause I can
pretty much bet that’s what he’s thinking about as he’s watching you.”
    Damn. Now it was all she could think about. She’d had Sans
in her mouth before but not while she was fucking someone else. She had no
problem imagining him tweaking her nipples as she took him deep into her
throat. Rubbing her back as Michael drove into her. Caressing her shoulders as
he came—as they both came—inside her.
    She shivered as the images rushed through her. Michael was
hard inside her and she was so turned-on. She wasn’t going to last long. Already
she could feel the elusive wisps of release gathering around her like an
electrical storm.
    She tightened her inner muscles around his rigid cock as she
slid over its length but it wasn’t until he reached around her and firmly
stroked her clit that she found the release she sought.
    As the orgasm slammed through her, she threw back her head
and cried out at the intense pleasure just as Michael thrust into her roughly
and called out her name.