I Know What Love Is by Whitney Bianca Read Free Book Online Page B

reacting to the feel of his tongue, which traced slow circles across my exposed, unprotected skin.
    My hands were clenched so tight my fingernails were digging into my palms. My breathing was shallow, and a cold sweat broke out across my chest. He dropped a hand to my thigh, and I sensed his calculated gaze on me. He ran his hand all over my thigh, watching my reaction. I kept my face blank, praying that he wouldn't find the spot. But I wouldn't be so lucky. He pinched the sensitive area below my ass and I gasped.
    He chuckled and I cringed at his victory.
    He lifted my leg and my knee brushed my chest. Then his hand returned to the spot, pinching and teasing as his mouth continued to roam up my front. My brain was on the verge of shutting down. My eyes drifted closed, desire slowly drowning me, but when I realized what was happening, I snapped them open. I wished he would slap me or punch me. He closed his mouth over my breast and I felt the air freeze in my lungs. I waited for the pain. I prayed for it.
    Pain would destroy the lust. If he shed my blood, my body would remember what a monster he was. Pain was black and white. What he was doing to me existed in a gray area, and I hated the way he was making me feel. However, his mouth continued its seduction. His hand was drifting away from my thigh to my pussy. I was helpless to stop him as he began strumming my clit as his tongue flicked against my nipple. A rough moan forced its way out from between my lips. Again, I was on the edge of an orgasm that could destroy me. Just as I felt like I couldn't take any more, he reached behind me and unbuckled the belt that held my hands.
    My mind came back to life. As soon as my arms were free, I began to struggle. I pressed the heels of my palms against his shoulders and shoved him hard. His mouth released my breast, the skin puckered and swollen from his attention. Like a rabbit, I tried to dart away. I pushed off the mattress with my heel and slid upward toward the headboard. He grabbed me though, pulling me back beneath him. His body was as immovable as always, and he caged me in with his hands on either side of my face. His face hovered above me, his lips inches from mine.
    “I'm gonna make you come,” he said simply. I shook my head no, hoping to earn a smack for my rebelliousness. He raised an eyebrow, but no smack came. He ran his thumbs over my lips and my eyes dropped to his mouth, waiting. Waiting for whatever horrible thing he was going to do. I could feel his erection like a hot iron against my stomach. “Daisy,” he said, so low that I wondered if his voice was in my mind, somehow.
    I closed my eyes as he dipped his thumb and his tongue into my mouth. The kiss was messy, his thumb hooked in the side of my mouth, holding it open. A drop of saliva escaped, rolling down my chin, as he sucked on my tongue. I squirming beneath him, my hips bucking ever so slightly under his weight. His big cock was heavy against my thigh. A traitorous feeling was welling up in me, like I was empty and needed filling. My hands dug into the skin stretched over his ribs, on either side. I could feel his heartbeat, pounding.
    I glanced over to the full-length mirror, and I saw our reflection. I saw his big erection against my thigh. I saw the muscles under his skin moving as he positioned himself above me. We looked like any lovers would, except that were weren't. He followed my eyes to the mirror and let out a low breath.
    “ Watch me,” he growled. He dropped his other hand between us, adjusting himself to enter me. I'd almost forgotten the damage he'd done to me the night before. Almost. As he pushed into me, my eyes flew open, a whimper escaping from my throat. I watched the head of his cock disappear inside of me and I couldn't stop myself.
    “ Oh God,” I whispered, like there was a such a thing as a god up in heaven watching out for me. My whole body went rigid.
    “ Shh,” he murmured as his thumb, wet from my mouth, traced my