Keeping Kaitlyn by Anya Bast Read Free Book Online

Let me in.”
    She spread her thighs as wide as they’d go. He slicked his finger over her damp folds and rubbed his finger back and forth against her swollen clit, pushing her body until the edge of a climax tormented her. She was embarrassed that she was so close to coming so early, but the way he touched her seemed to bring animalistic ecstasy straight to the surface.
    Her sex had flooded with sexual awareness, priming itself, making itself ready to be thrust into. Her breasts felt heavy, the nipples erect and sensitive.
    “Do you like that?” he asked softly.
    “Let me come.” Her voice came out an agonized rasp.
    “Not yet.”
    Lucas pressed his free hand to the base of her spine and slanted his mouth over hers. At the same time, he traced over her labia, making her shiver, and then pressed one thick finger deep inside her.
    She gasped at the invasion and how stretched her muscles felt with only his finger inside her. It had been a while since she’d had sex and she was tight. Gently, he thrust in and out, widening her, easing the way. He did it so slow she thought she’d go insane. Finally, he added a second finger, widening her even more. Pleasure poured through her, making Kaitlyn groan deep in the back of her throat.
    Just when she thought he would push her over the edge and she would orgasm with his hand between her thighs, he retreated. Pulling her nightgown over her head, he tossed it away, then looked his fill of her body. She stood on weakened knees, her sex heavy and needy.
    Reaching out, he toyed with her breasts, exploring each nipple in turn. Arousal made his eyes dark and the soft pants he wore were tented with a massive erection. She sighed and moaned as he lowered his mouth to her breasts and sucked one nipple into his mouth, bathing it thoroughly with his tongue. It popped from his mouth hard and reddened like a berry.
    She reached for his cock, wanting to stroke him, see if he was as hard as he looked, but he caught her hand. “Not yet. I want you on the bed. I want you to show me how you like to be touched. I want to watch you make yourself come.”
    “You want to watch me touch myself?”
    His eyes flashed. “Intensely.”
    She hesitated. She’d done it plenty of times, of course, but never for an audience.
    “On the bed, Kaitlyn,” Lucas ordered softly.
    She walked over and lay down.
    He pushed down his pants and his massive cock sprung free. She bit her lower lip, taking in his beauty. Lucas stood at the end of the bed. “Lie back against the pillows and part your thighs wide, so I can get a glimpse of all that prettiness.”
    She parted her legs, bending her knees and bringing her heels up to touch her inner thighs. In this position, she was completely open to him. He had a view of her pouting labia and her swollen, excited clit.
    He drank in the sight of her like a starving man, eating her up with his gaze. He wanted her badly. She was sure he was only barely holding onto to his control. If she played this game with him, maybe she could get him to lose that thread of control. Perhaps she was crazy for wanting to bait a man like Lucas. If so, she was definitely crazy.
    She held his gaze boldly, even as her cheeks heated a bit. Dragging her hands up between her legs slowly, she cupped her breasts, rubbing her thumbs over each nipple. One of them was still wet from his mouth, which made the image of his tongue wrapped around her nipple flood her mind. Pleasure shot straight to her groin. She ran the pads of her index fingers over her rock-hard nipples, first brushing across them, then slowly circling the pebbled peaks. Her hips thrust forward and she moaned.
    Then she slid one hand down between her thighs, found her sensitive bud and toyed with it. She gasped at the bolt of ecstasy she gave herself. Raising her gaze to meet his in challenge, she spread her labia apart so he could see the heart of her. Teasingly, she ran her fingertip over herself, then sank two fingers deep inside. She