House Call (Hideaway) by Elyse Scott Read Free Book Online Page B

box of condoms out of the backpack, and retrieved a foil
packet. ‘And I’m going to have you. You can tell me ‘no’, all you want, but
unless you safeword, I’ll have you however I choose. Is that understood?’
    Oh,
God. She nodded.
    He
began walking towards her, his eyes dark, predatory, and absolutely focused on
her. He grinned.
    She
grinned back, and ran.
    He
caught up with her in the hallway. Before she knew it, he had her up against
the wall, his hips pinning hers, his cock pressing hard into her belly. He
cupped her face in his hands, and claimed her with his mouth.
    His
passion took her aback more than anything. He held her still as he dominated
her with his kiss, his hands strong against her, as though straining to hold
himself back. Her hands roamed freely over the warm, firm contours of his body,
feeling the strength in him. He gently ground his cock against her. She
groaned, wanting him inside, refusing to give in.
    He
leaned down and took her right leg behind the knee, bringing it up to allow him
access. When he took himself in hand to roll the condom on, she pushed him off
balance and ran to the living room.
    ‘Oh
my God, the curtains!’ She ran over to the far side of the room and used the
gauzy lengths of linen to hide her nakedness as she shut out the world. Right
now, there was only him, and her.
    Behind
her, he was laughing. ‘The neighbors aren’t the ones you need to worry about
right now, sweetheart.’ His hands on her shoulders guided her down to bend over
the kitchen table. A moment later, the bulbous head of his latex-covered penis
nudged between her thighs.
    She
twisted and wriggled free, but he caught her quickly, the quality of his
strength different now. He wasn’t playing, and there were no more chances to
get away. A moment later, he had her bent over the back of the wide,
well-padded sofa. He grabbed her wrists and brought them up behind her, holding
them there, his hips and thighs pinning her against the sofa. She struggled,
but there was nothing she could do.
    This
was it.
    ‘Take
my big, wet penis.’
    Despite
his harsh tone, a small part of her was able to appreciate his choice of words,
which recalled their first time. Then he was kicking her legs apart and holding
her down with the kind of force that held the potential for violence, but she
trusted him not to go there. This was a quality of roughness she hadn’t felt
from him before. What disconcerted her even more, though, was how incredibly
turned on she was. Her thighs were sticky with arousal as she throbbed and
ached for him.
    Even
so, she cried out when he jabbed into her from behind, filling her with a
single, brutal stroke.  
    ‘No,
no, no, please stop!’
    It
wasn’t a safeword, and she didn’t mean it to be. She clenched around him,
vainly attempting to hold him still, to give her body a chance to adjust. He
rammed into her with punishing thrusts, his words harsh and filthy. He should
be tearing her up inside, but he wasn’t, and it hit her that he must have used
lubricant to make this easier for her. Even when he was taking his own pleasure
to the point where she could barely catch a breath, he took care of her.
    She
tried to twist and wriggle free, clenching around him, and too soon a blinding
orgasm overtook her even as she fought to free her hands from his unbreakable
grip. She was utterly helpless to do anything but accept the incredible
pleasure he was giving her. She was his, and he was hers; at least, for
tonight. Warm liquid trickled down her legs, but right then, all she cared
about was more, harder, yes, yes, yes, oh God, yes.
    He
slammed into her and groaned out unintelligible words all tangled up with her
name. Violently, he withdrew, pulling a groan from her as his penis dragged
across her sensitive inner walls and left her body.
    Her
face burned. ‘I… I think I might have…’
    ‘I
know you did.’ He was breathing hard, his voice strained, but he rubbed her
back. ‘Aren’t you full of