Soul Deep by Lora Leigh Read Free Book Online

pain-filled, washed over her senses.
    “We have company, baby. You want me to make you scream in front of them?”
    “I don’t care.” And she didn’t. All of fucking Washington D.C. could be looking on at that moment and she wouldn’t care. “Kiss me.”
    She needed his taste again.
    She wiggled her hands from beneath his then, one moving to cup the hard erection as he stiffened, a hiss echoing in her ear. The other worked at his jeans again.
    Her friend, Beth, had swore that all you had to do was touch their cocks and they were putty in your hands. Was it true?
    The snap came undone, the zipper rasped down, and suddenly her hands were filled with steel-hard, iron-hot male cock.
    “Damn it to hell,” he cursed roughly, his big body trembling as she wrapped both hands around impossibly thick flesh.
    The head was flared, the shaft roughly ridged as blood pulsed just beneath the flesh. Her mouth watered. She wanted to taste him, make him as crazy with her mouth as he made her with his.
    “Simon, goddammit, I’m not going to last like this.”
    His rough curse was ignored. He wasn’t saying her name, so what the hell did she care? She tried to wiggle down further, whimpering as his hard hands held her in place.
    “Five more hours, Kiowa.”
    Five hours? The comment had laughter rippling through her mind. If anyone thought she was going to wait five hours and suffer through this agony of arousal, they were crazier than hell.
    “Kiss me,” she whispered again, staring up at him in the dim light of the vehicle they were obviously traveling in. “Kiss me or let me touch you. Please.”
    His expression was tortured.
    “Don’t you do it, Kiowa. Dammit, we don’t have time to stop for this shit.”
    She wished that voice would just shut the hell up.
    She licked her lips slowly.
    “I need you. It hurts, Kiowa.”
    His name whispering from her lips was the trigger. She gave herself a mental high five as a rough groan shuddered from him and his head lowered.
    There was the taste, the heat she needed. Amanda opened her lips for his tongue, clamping down on it and suckling eagerly as it filled her mouth. She twisted against him, feeling his cock throb harder in her hand as he began to move over her body.
    He laid her flat, coming over her as his big hand pushed the bodice of her gown down, his fingers gripping her nipple as he pumped his tongue in her mouth. Her hands lost contact with his erection, but that was okay, she needed his shoulders to hold onto as the pain and the pleasure began to whip through her nervous system.
    The heat built higher, hotter. Her nipple, inflamed and begging for more, throbbed between his fingers as he tugged at it, his fingers pressing into it and making lightning sear her clit.
    His knee pressed hers apart as his thigh shoved against her pussy, making her gasp as it ground into her clit. Sweet mercy, yes. She wanted to scream with the pleasure, but his mouth covered hers, his tongue filling her, stroking her, making her twist and shudder beneath him as the pleasure tore through her.
    “Goddammit, Simon.” He jerked his head back, holding her close again as he fought for air, his grip on her nipple making her whimper.
    God, it was so good. She wanted his mouth there, his teeth, the wet heat searing her from the inside out.
    An argument ensued. She really didn’t care what it was over. Her lips were busy at his neck, his chest, moving down, her hunger for his cock driving her past sanity. She had always thought she would love giving head. Reading about it had made her mouth water, the thought of being held, hard hands tangled in her hair as they were now, forcing her mouth to fill with steel-hard male flesh, feeling it fuck between her lips as harsh male groans echoed in her ears.
    She reach the damp crest, her tongue swiping over it eagerly as he suddenly stilled and the vehicle came to a rocking stop. Car doors slammed, then the blanket was jerked from her as both hands held her head as