Sadie's Surrender by Afton Locke Read Free Book Online Page B

against me. Please… Let me feel how hard you are.
    Answering her prayers, he pressed himself behind her, a bit at a time. He moaned low in his throat, until it rumbled through his chest, against her back, through each of her ribs.
    But what she felt farther down threatened to incinerate her panties. His cock was as big as the rest of him. He pressed it to her, sliding it around until it nestled between her buttocks. For a few blinding moments, she couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. The only air flowing was the restless wind outside, banging a loose shutter against the window.
    Then, something wild surged through her body. Her back arched, and her hips pushed backward. Rubbing, pleading, needing…
    “You have the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen,” he said after a harsh breath.
    She cried out when he gripped each hip with large hands, so hard it almost hurt. Molding her flesh, he pulled her harder against him. His erection felt even larger and stiffer. The flesh between her legs swelled and swelled until she had to spread them to ease the pressure.
    “We can’t do this,” she hissed.
    When he got tired of her body, he’d also tire of having her work for him. She might even lose her shucking job. She struggled to get away from him, but he had her sandwiched too tightly between him and the table.
    “Let me go,” she yelled.
    His hips ground against hers. “I can’t.”
    Instead of attacking her, he seemed to merely be out of control. So was she. She would not end up in his bed. She would not. Not knowing what else to do, she punched the heel of her shoe into his instep.
    “Ouch! What the hell did you do that for?”
    The force of his body slackened behind her, giving her a chance to escape. And she would have, if his hand hadn’t left her hip to brush across her breasts. She couldn’t tell if the casual touch was deliberate or accidental.
    Her aching breasts didn’t care. Hating herself for being so weak, she clutched his hand, pressing it to her thundering heart.
    “My foot still hurts.” He bit the lobe of her ear. “What about this?”
    She winced from the nip of his teeth, but searing fluid drenched her swollen cleft. She needed more.
    “And this?” he asked, pinching her nipple through the fabric of her dress.
    She nudged her hips backward, needing his hardness. Whatever decisions she’d made about sexual intercourse were long gone. Having a man want her again was more intoxicating than anything she’d ever tasted. Even if it didn’t last, it might be worth it.
    When he slid his broad fingers into her bodice, beneath her slip and bra, she didn’t stop him. Her belly clenched when he contacted bare skin. A draft bathed her legs when he lifted the skirt of her dress and her slip. Would he lift the hem of her loose panties, too? Not fast enough to suit her.
    Her entrance throbbed, waiting to receive his hardness. Instead, he rubbed himself against her undergarment, faster and faster, while he thrummed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
    “But,” she whimpered. Should she make him stop or invite him inside where she so desperately needed him?
    “It’s…a…compromise,” he gasped, out of breath.
    Tears she couldn’t even identify flooded her eyes. Were they from frustration, admiration of his restraint, or joy because he wanted her so much?
    When he lifted the hem of her step-ins, her heart faltered. He’d changed his mind. Instead, he rubbed himself against the bare skin of her buttocks. Fast breaths hissed in her throat from the sensation of his fiery rod, slick with fluid. He must be close to coming.
    Unable to control herself, she let go of the table to lift the front of her dress and stroke her panties. Her flesh was so full and hot, the thin fabric covering it practically disappeared.
    “That’s it, Sadie,” he said, nipping her ear again. “Rub yourself. Come with me.”
    She hadn’t touched herself between the legs in a long time. After Buck left her, she’d buried