Noose (Road Kill MC #1) by Marata Eros Read Free Book Online Page B

thump together as I release the hard hold of her shoulders and let one hand glide to the small of her back. She opens her mouth, and my tongue glides in as though it's always belonged there. I loop it inside, our tongues twisting as my other hand goes to her head, tearing the bun apart. All that hair spreads between my fingers. I wrap my hand in its silk and park my fist at her nape.
    Rose groans, and I come apart. Tender isn't part of me.
    I yank her against me, moving my hips against her slit, splitting it apart with my prick through the thin material of her yoga pants.
    “I—”
    I eat the word Rose tries to say. Sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, I nip it, growling low in my throat. Why Rose would instantly make me an animal is a question I don't take time to answer.
    My cock throbs against her pussy, banging for entry with each pulse of my boiling blood. My hold on her hair tightens, and a little pain noise mixed with pleasure slips between us.
    I loosen my grip, working my lips down her neck.
    I pull back to study the evidence of another man's fingers on her throat.
    To my surprise, I kiss each one.
    “No one”—peck, suck, lick—“will ever touch you in violence again.”
    Her knees give, and I swing her into my arms. Her eyes sparkle like ebony gems as I carry her to the first surface that presents itself.
    I spread Rose on a banquet-length table.
    It's hard.
    I rip a blanket off the back of a beat-up rocking chair and stuff it underneath her hips.
    “I'm not screwing you,” she says in a breathy voice.
    I can work with that. For now. Saying nothing, I jerk down her yoga pants.
    She plants her knees together like a rubber band snapping into place.
    “I won't fuck you until you beg for it, baby.”
    Her eyebrows set together in a frown.
    “Let me touch you.” My voice vibrates with my need.
    Rose rolls her bottom lip into her mouth, and the nod is there only if I'm watching for it.
    I am.
     

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    Rose
     
    I give my consent with the barest nod. I hardly move my neck before Noose is pushing between my legs, powerful shoulders kicking my knees aside as he tears my panties away.
    How can I do this when I was just attacked? Probably because this assault is one I want.
    I try to clamp my knees together; I don't know why. I've given this stranger permission to do what he wants. I have the feeling that Noose doesn't have to ask much.
    He dips his face between my legs.
    “Beautiful,” I hear, and then his tongue's on me, jamming into my clit like a finger on a button.
    Wet.
    Hot.
    He laves the sensitive little nub, and I cry out.
    He lifts his head, beard drenched with my juices, pale eyes like glittering ice above my mound. “Are we cool?” he asks in a low voice.
    I manage to nod . Cool? Hell no — hot!
    Those hard eyes soften like haze, then his tongue is dancing on my pussy, gently biting and nipping my labia and traveling down to stab my starved, soaked entrance.
    My hips buck, and his mouth travels with my movement like water following a slope.
    “Ah!” I scream into the silence of the cabin. My palms smack the table hard enough to hurt, and a forearm firmly plants on top of my stomach, pinning me in place.
    I writhe, and Noose disallows movement as his tongue rolls over my clit again and again.
    I didn't shave today. I'd been running for half a mile before Drake attacked me. I'm not perfect. There's no candlelight and sexy lingerie.
    I don't even know Noose.
    But my body does.
    My legs spread wider as he attacks my pussy as if it's his last meal.
    “Oh God!” I whip my face back and forth. I'm hyperventilating, and strands of hair suck into my mouth as I pant. I blow them out, making small noises of distress.
    I'm not distressed; I'm sexed up as if I'm going to die.
    His finger stabs my wet entrance, and I whimper. “That's right. Come on my face, Rose,” he whispers in a hot breath over my fevered slit.
    His voice commands me.
    I blow, exploding all over his mouth and tongue. His finger hooks