Lead Me On by Victoria Dahl Read Free Book Online Page B

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    Jane climbed back on and took the condom from him. Biting her lip in concentration, she carefully rolled it on, giving him a few extra strokes while she was at it. But she didn’t linger. She was too darn horny to wait any longer, so she pushed up and positioned herself right over his cock.
    Chase held his shaft steady and spread one hand over her hip to ease her slowly down. At first he slipped easily in, but when the thickest part of him reached her, Jane held her breath at the pressure. She didn’t want to breathe or think or even sigh. She just wanted to feel.
    “You okay?” he rasped.
    Nodding, she lowered her hips another inch.
    “Oh, Jesus,” he groaned, grabbing her hips with both hands. He eased her up, then down again, sinking himself deeper.
    She was panting now, giving up any attempt to hold her breath. A few moments later she’d taken him all the way, and her sex was too full and too tight…and it felt glorious.
    Chase’s blunt fingers dug into her hips.
    She waited a moment, letting herself adjust. She hadn’t had a man this big in a long time. And he looked like her custom-made personal fantasy, stretched out beneath her. The black whorls of his tattoo wrapped around his arm and curved over his shoulder. She knew now that the tattoo spread over his shoulder blade before climbing up his spine. God, he was lovely. Hard and strong.
    He watched her carefully, face serious and waiting. When she squeezed the muscles of her sex, air hissed through his teeth, and Jane smiled. He was powerful, but sensitive, too, like a muscle car precision-tuned to respond to the slightest bit of pressure.
    Jane rolled her hips, rising at the same time before easing down. Oh, God, yes . She set the rhythm, working herself against his rock-hard shaft.
    His hands left her hips and rose to cup her breasts, his thumbs dragging hard over her nipples. Jane arched her back, rolling her hips.
    “Ah, Christ,” he groaned. “You’ve got muscles everywhere.”
    “Pilates.” She sighed, dropping her hips harder against him.
    He rose to meet her, driving deep, pinching her nipples hard. Her soul swelled inside her, pushing out until her body felt too small.
    This was who she was. She wasn’t a cold, controlled businesswoman who didn’t need a man. She was a hot, needful thing who reveled in using and being used in turn. This was who she really was, deep inside. A woman proud of her big breasts and curvy ass. A woman who thrilled at inspiring easy lust in strange men.
    She took him faster; her hips fell harder.
    “Fuck!” he growled. His arms wrapped around her and the world shifted, and suddenly Jane found herself on her back.
    If she’d thought him deep before, she’d been mistaken. Now he slid deep and true and hard, pounding into her.
    “Oh…” She sighed. “Oh, yes.” She dug her nails into his ass in case he wasn’t listening.
    He fucked her harder, nothing shallow or fast about it.
    Chase hooked his arm under her knee and pulled her leg higher. Suddenly he was hitting the exact right spot. A spot she’d forgotten about in the past few years.
    “Chase.”
    His back grew slick under her grasping hands. His hips slapped into her.
    “Yes,” she panted. “Yes. Yes .”
    Finally that familiar pressure began to build high in her sex, and every brutal thrust rubbed against it. “Chase!” she screamed, pulling him closer, knowing she was scratching him and not caring in the least. She was too busy coming her heart out, her hips jerking hard against his thrusts.
    She was still distant, floating high above herself, when he roared and drove into her one last time…and then all she could feel was her heart pounding and her breath rushing from her tight throat and his limbs sliding slick and sweaty against hers.
    Wow, her mind whimpered. Oh, wow. Just… wow .
    He was breathing even harder than her, his forehead pressed into the mattress next to her ear. Aware now of her clutching fingers, Jane relaxed her hands