Slow Release (Ebony and Ivory Book 1) by Suzanne Steele, Stormy Dawn Weathers Read Free Book Online

and likened me to an African American goddess. I was blessed with a voluptuous figure, but honestly, I was convinced my build would hold me back from succeeding in an industry known to cater to waif-like figures.
    I looked up to see Damon watching me, seemingly mesmerized by what he was observing. His voice came out sounding strained and agonized.
    “Please…”
    “Please what, Damon?”
    “Please let me taste you. Let me bury my tongue between your thighs.”
    He stalked over to me with his eyes pleading and his cock tenting his trousers. This man’s build and size disproved everything he told me about being small as a child. The years he devoted to working out and boxing were evident and had more than paid off. I couldn’t help but notice the hardness in his pants. It was thick, long, and looked hungry to consume me.
    “Just lie down on the bed, baby. You don’t have to do anything. I promise I’ll make you feel so good.”
    I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he led me over to the bed and laid me down. His hands ran over my body as if trying to memorize every curve. Damon had a way of making me feel like I was the only woman in the world.
    “Don’t break my heart, Damon.”
    “Not what I want to do to you, girl.”
    His lips clamped down on a nipple, and he started sucking as his tongue flicked over it. My body began doing a foreign dance beneath him as his tongue languidly worked me over. He started at my breast, moved down to my abdomen, and then finally came to a stop when he reached between my legs. He took his time, exploring my womanhood with his fingers and spreading me open. His tongue slowly lapped at my core, burying deeply within me as his lips pulled at the pearl no longer hidden in my folds. My fingers clenched at the long hair on top of his head as fervid pleas escaped my lips. Over and over, he taunted me and brought me right to the brink of climax, just to leave me hanging on the edge in an acute state of urgency, desperate for release.
    “Please, please, Damon, I’ll do anything, baby.”
    As if I uttered the magic words he was waiting to hear, he slipped a finger into my opening. Pulsing, licking, and thrusting, Damon finally gave me the orgasm he had me edging on for so long.
    “I want you, Damon. I want you to be my first.” Even as I told him, I knew he would deny me. He’d make me wait because he was concerned that I was a virgin. Though it went against all my beliefs about waiting until I married, my body seemed to have its own opinion. It was only a matter of time before I gave my innocence to this man; he already held me captive.

Damon
    I’d walked into that room with the intention of telling her something, though I have no idea what it was now. After I saw her studying her body in the mirror, I lost the ability to think rationally and became a man with no restraint. All I knew, in that moment, was that I had to make her mine. If I couldn’t have her completely, I needed to, at the very least, pleasure her. I knew it was selfish, but if I could make her sexually attracted to me, I would have a part of her no one else had. I wanted her hungry for me. I wanted to act on the sexual chemistry we shared and show her what she was feeling was real. Most of all, I wanted her to understand there was no reason to feel ashamed for anything we might do.
    The way she was looking at me—all innocence and curiosity—was making me want to show her what words couldn’t say. Laying her down on that bed and burying my tongue into that pink pussy was all I could think about.
    I spread her open, intrigued by the contrast of her coal black skin against her bright pink opening, but nothing could have prepared me for her taste. She was the perfect mixture of tart and sweet, and I knew I would never be sated, no matter how many times I had the privilege of dining on her essence.
    I purposely tormented her and left her on the edge of ecstasy until I pulled the words I wanted to hear from her. I needed