Mastering Inga (Service & Submission Book 2) by Megan Michaels Read Free Book Online Page A

nipples had tightened, the hard points obvious through the thin fabric of her top, and he stared at them like a predator spotting its prey. His warm, smooth hand cupped her right breast, pulling it free from the confines of her bra while his other hand made a slow, delicious trek down her belly. Her juices coated and seeped from between her nether lips, and she struggled to keep her hips still. All she wanted to do was grind on his thigh until her juices drenched the gusset of her panties.
    As if he’d read her mind, his thigh slid between her thighs, pushing up until her pussy and pubic bone pressed firmly against the hard, muscled plane of his leg. Inga gasped softly, rolling her head back in ecstasy. She didn’t care what he thought at that moment, her thoughts were focused on her clit, the pleasure erupting from that little bundle of nerves chasing everything else away. Her clit begged to be stroked, rubbed and ground against that hard thigh. She rolled her hips, lightly rubbing against him. Her pussy had soaked through her panties by this point and she wouldn’t have been surprised if she found a wet spot on that beautiful, hard thigh wedged between her legs, pressing against her pussy.
    How long has it been since you had sex, Inga?
    He grabbed her head, weaving his fingers in her long hair, fisting it until her scalp burned. The pain only added to her arousal. She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her, and then he lunged for her mouth. His soft lips melded with hers, his tongue probing her mouth. Both of his hands dropped to her ass, kneading and squeezing, pulling her against his groin. His cock pressed into her belly through his jeans. She rose up on her toes to line up that hardness with her slit, his throaty groan in response melding with the sound of her own keening. Her womb clenched and tightened with need. Her hips convulsed against his hard cock, pressing, swiveling, and then with no warning, his hand slapped her bottom. She instantaneously came, shouting her release, digging her fingernails into his shoulders until the rolling multiple orgasm finally subsided. Still very aroused, he continued to grind his cock upon her sensitive clit.
    While her body shivered with residual tremors, Garrett tucked a hand under each cheek of her bottom walking with her over to the couch. He laid her on the couch, his bulky body pressing her into the cushions, his hips a perfect fit between her thighs. She lifted her hips, wrapping her legs around him, her heels against his ass, pulling him tightly into her, her wet pussy pressing against his hard length. With one tug, he ripped her thong off her body, tossing it over his shoulder.
    “Christ, I feel like I’m gonna burst out of these pants like the Hulk. Are you okay with this? He chuckled and shook his head. “God, some Dom I am. What is your safe word, sweetheart?”
    “Rabbit.”
    Garrett blinked, staring at her for a moment. “Rabbit?”
    “Yeah, if a guy is enough of a douche that I have to safe word, then my Rabbit vibrator is the safest thing for me, right?”
    Garrett dropped his head to her shoulder, laughing with a deep chuckle that warmed her heart. She hadn’t heard him laugh since she’d arrived at the house. It was a comforting sound. Sensual. Warm.
    She knew she needed to make him laugh more. The laugh lines around his eyes belied the serious man she’d seen up until that moment. This was a man who was used to laughing. She needed to bring that back.
    “I guess a vibrator would be a safe place and a very appropriate safe word in a bad situation. Anyway. I hope you never have to use that safe word in this house. But if you need to, you don’t hesitate. Not for a minute, not for a second. Punishment for not using your safe word is very serious. Understand?”
    Inga could see the sternness in the set of his jaw once again. This was a man who wanted his woman — well, any woman — safe.
    She nodded back at him.
    “Nuh-uh, that won’t cut it.