Renegade (Elite Ops 5) by Lora Leigh Read Free Book Online

pleasure-pain.
    Her face would flush. Would those amethyst eyes darken? Hell yeah, they would.
    He stroked his fingers over the heavy shaft as he imagined her taking him, easing
    her hot little pussy down the thick stalk of his dick as her heavenly lashed eyelashes fluttered in pleasure.
    He'd watch her. His fingers tightened further. He'd have to watch her take his
    cock. Watch plump, flushed folds of flesh part for the wide crest as she worked herself down it. Her heavy juices would coat his shaft, ease along it to the tight sack of his balls.
    His jaw tightened at the thought as heated water ran over the taut sack.
    God, he could get into fucking her.
    Once he was lodged inside her to the hilt he'd watch her face as she rode him.
    Watch all that long hair as it flowed around her. Maybe it would cover her breasts, her tight nipples peeking through the strands.
    And he could brush her hair back so his fingers could touch her tender nipples.
    Nipples that would be reddened, swollen from his earlier suckling of them. He would have caressed them, tasted them with his tongue as his hands stroked her body. Every inch of it. No part of her sweet flesh would go untouched by him. His hands, his lips, his tongue, would know every sweet inch of her flesh.
    His hand moved faster, the thought of the pleasure that could be had building in
    his balls until they were tight, tortured with the need to come.
    He would grip her shapely hips in his large hands. He bet he could span her waist
    with his fingers. He'd hold her, keeping her from moving too fast, from finishing it too soon. He'd press her tightly onto him as she filled herself with his erection, ensure that her delicate little clit rubbed against him. She would cry out then. Her soft pussy would ripple around the hard flesh, suck at it as she fought for release, as the tight portal grew hotter, slicker.
    He pumped his hand down his dick as he imagined it. Imagined her crying out his
    name, her hands pressing into his stomach for leverage, her head tossing, reddened lips parting as she fought to breathe.
    He would give her what she needed then.
    Hell yes. He'd hold her hips tight and buck beneath her, driving deeper and harder inside the heated depths of her sweet cunt as he felt her unravel around him. Her pussy would clench and flex. It would spasm with convulsing, heavy strokes along his dick as she arched back.
    And he would fuck her harder. He would thrust his cock inside her as hard and
    deep as possible as he felt her release, felt her juices spilling along his shaft before he came with her.
    "Fuck, yes," he groaned, eyes closed, his balls tightening, surges of sensation racing up his spine as his cock jerked in his grip and his seed began to spurt.
    He'd drive in hard. A groan tore from him. He'd lodge inside her to the hilt. His
    come spurted again as his hand tightened, moved faster. And he'd fuck her as he came.
    He'd pump into her with all the ferocious hunger and building need he'd denied himself for so long. A heavy snarl of hunger echoed around him as his abdomen clenched and the last harsh convulsions of release shot from his dick.
    Ah, God. He'd give it all to her.
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    He leaned against the shower wall and fought to catch his breath.
    As tiny as she was, as tender as she would be, he'd not be able to hold back.
    You're a monster. My God, Nikolai. Do you care nothing for me? Do you not care that you hurt me every time you touch me? Is it not enough that I suffer in your arms?
    Nik flinched at the memory, the harsh words tearing through his head as sanity
    returned.
    Would Mikayla see him as a monster as well? A man whose needs would only
    hurt her?
    Of course she would. Disgust tore through him. He wouldn't be able to help but
    hurt her. She was too small, and he was much too large.
    And there was no future for it.
    He was a dead man. Dead men didn't hunger. Dead men didn't need.
    He stared down at his dick in surprise. Dead men might not do any of those
    things, but