RopeMeIn by Cerise DeLand Read Free Book Online Page B

you.”
    Lovely words. She’d been so used to silent, perfunctory sex
that she tingled with Jed’s order. Eager, she spread her thighs so far, they
dangled over the sides of the chaise, her toes skimming the warm tiles of the
floor. She could feel his breath on her sensitive skin. She whimpered, feral
with desire for him. Hell, she could even inhale the sweet aromas of her cream
and his body scent as they mingled. She wanted him so badly.
    And yet, all he did was draw a fingertip down her slit. “You
have the fattest lips, baby.”
    She had wanted conversation in bed, she now had it. And she
was oh so ready to give it back. “Because I’m ready for you. Want you. Wanted
you since I was a teenager with more hormones than sense. I even wanted you
last week when we shook hands in the feed store.”
    “Should’ve told me then.” He barked in laughter while he did
a very serious maneuver with two thick fingers up inside her cunt. She arched
her pelvis, reveling in his tenderness. “I wanted to strip you there, but Colt
Stanley wouldn’t have approved of the display in his aisles.”
    “Hmmm, I don’t know about Colt. Word is he’s adventurous.
Likes more than one woman in bed with him. And to tell the truth—” She gasped
as Jed stroked her G-spot.
    “Yeah?” Jed urged her with a wicked lopsided grin, never
letting up his deft massage of her sensitive core. “What’s the truth?”
    “Exhibitionism kind of appeals to me.”
    “Oh boy. What have we got here. A woman with guts.” He
chuckled as he shifted nearer and dropped kisses along her throat. “Not wild
about showing you off to other men though. Not for a long time.”
    “Possession is nine tenths of the law?” She writhed as he
massaged her labia with his full hand.
    “Want to please you and keep you a long time.”
    “Do that and you will,” she breathed, sinking her fingers in
his hair, smelling his shampoo and his soap as he slid lower.
    He grinned up at her, his mouth such a hot, handsome thing.
“Need your lips in my mouth.”
    “Oh yes. Have me.”
    He winked at her, bent, and with fingers to either of her
plump lips, rolled her open. “Sweetie, you are sopping wet for me.” Then he
sent his tongue all along one labia, from clit to perineum.
    She vibrated with bliss.
    “The other? Shall I do the other?” he teased her.
    Eyes clamped shut, she was paralyzed in sexual joy. “If not,
I think I’ll have to kill you.”
    He chuckled. One hand to her stomach, he pushed her flat to
the chaise and rolled open her pussy lips again. This time, he took his sweet
pleasure, savoring, tasting, swirling over her hot skin, driving her slowly mad
with how he nibbled and sucked.
    But he never touched her clit. And that was how she came,
always. In a grinding state of near-climax, she tilted up her hips and urged
him on. “Please, more of that.”
    He ate her labia, nipping her and tracing his hot, rough
tongue over her.
    “No!” she fumed at him, then reached down to roll open her
pussy to show him her clit. “Lick me here.”
    He shoved two fingers inside her channel and she bucked her
hips off the chaise. “You want to get off?”
    “Um. Yes, I do.”
    “Then we do it my way. My timing.”
    “No!” She cuffed him. That way he could take everything,
quickly, leave her with nothing. She wouldn’t lose like that again to any man.
    He caught her hand, forced it to the chaise. “Listen to me
well. You belong to me for this moment. I take. You enjoy.”
    She thrashed, but he could not be thrown off.
    He gripped her by the hips, spread her thighs wide, hoisted
one leg up over his shoulder and proceeded to devour her cunt with the most
succulent, devastating sips and bites and teases of his lips and teeth. She
writhed and he gave her more. She twitched and he drove his tongue more deeply
inside her. She creamed and screamed in awe and need and outrage, and he drove
two thick fingers inside her to massage her in some wild way, new and luscious
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