Serial Book 1- Tempted to Submit by Rob Read Free Book Online

pleasure.
    “Devon.” His voice was stern enough to make me rock back and look at him in the face. “I give you permission to undo my pants. Unbuckle my belt, undo the fly, and pull out my cock. If I didn’t want you, and you alone, to do this, I wouldn’t tell you to.”
    It seemed like his words should be strange, but they were the impetus that I needed. I did as I was told, and as I did, he pulled a small foil packet from his pocket. Tearing it open with his teeth, he pulled out the ring of latex, waiting for me to finish my task.
    When I finally pulled his cock from the soft material of his dress pants, I felt desire stab through me in a way that it never had, not with Tom, certainly not with anyone else.
    I wanted that cock. I wanted to touch it, to lick it, to bury it inside of me.
    I wanted it to be mine.
    Mixed with that potent desire was a heavy dose of shyness. Wrapping my fist around the thick shaft was all that I had the nerve to do. A strangled cry slipped from Zach’s lips, and in a series of quick motions he had sheathed his length in latex, angled my hips toward him, shoved the crotch of my panties to one side, and seated himself inside of me.
    He was not gentle. He was also not small, the length and girth making my eyes widen in appreciation and surprise. It hurt, taking all of him in, but mixed with that hurt was a delirious amount of Surrender to Temptation Part I: Tempted to Submit / Jameson, Lauren 37
    pleasure, and the sound that escaped from my throat was very nearly a scream.
    “I should have warned you.” Zach nipped at my neck and, without giving me even a moment to adjust to the sensation of him inside me, filling, began to thrust up in hard, rough strokes. “I don’t do gentle. Ever.”
    “I think I like it.” Even more than the fact that I was drowning in waves of pleasure, I wasn’t feeling much like the meek, mild Devon who would have been shocked to be handled so roughly.
    Zach growled, liking my words. Fisting his hands into the length of my hair, which looked nearly white in the stripes of light from the streetlamps as we passed them by, he tugged hard. The sting only added to the deliciousness of the moment, and soon I found myself meeting him thrust for thrust, my fingers curling into his shoulders until I was sure my nails would draw blood.
    “Fuck. Fuck!” I had never been one to use profanity, but as the pleasure gathered and stretched like a string being pulled tighter and tighter, there seemed to be no other word. “Fuck!” Zach pressed his thumb against my clit as I climbed, the look on his face wicked as the devil, and an orgasm slammed into me like I’d been struck by lightning. Unable to control any part of myself, I screamed, thrusting down as hard as I could, greedily asking for everything he could give me.
    “Devon!” His own words were a shout as he released, the sensation of my climax bringing him over. In me to the hilt, he groaned, long and loud, as he emptied himself inside of me.
    We stayed that way for a long moment, curled into one another. Once my mind began to function again, and unsure of the protocol in the situation, I shifted and looked down into his face.
    It was unreadable. The walls were up, fully up, and all entrances were locked tight.
    “I . . .” There wasn’t anything that I could think of to say. Slowly I peeled myself off of him, though I wanted nothing more than to stay curled on his lap, pressed again him.
    He let me go without comment, and it hurt.
    Sliding down on the bench so that we were no longer touching, I tucked my breasts back into my bra, smoothed down my skirt, buttoned the two fastenings that hadn’t been ripped off. I shifted 38 Surrender to Temptation Part I: Tempted to Submit / Jameson, Lauren
    uncomfortably, aware that my panties were soaked through and had been stretched so much that they would likely have to be tossed into the trash.
    Zach wrapped the condom in a tissue and cleaned himself off with another before