Taming the Alter Ego by Shermaine Williams Read Free Book Online Page B

it aside to dip my fingers into the heat of his cleft, stroking along the curve to press my thumb to his puckered back passage. Tom bucked as if from an electric shock, a reflexive murmur rolling up his throat.
    Back arched, he stiffened as I slid into his tight hole, my probing digit clenched by his muscles. Thrilled by his reaction, I attempted to build on it by pushing my thumb to the hilt before curling the tip. His shudder was reminiscent of that which came with the arrival of a climax. Not where I wanted him to be—not yet anyway. Releasing him from the blissful pressure, I withdrew and rushed to the bedside cabinet, not wanting to be away from him for long.
    The small black rubber shape rolled with the momentum of the drawer, not enough to escape my grasp. Warming it in my fist, I returned to where Tom remained bent over the chair, pressing the smooth, tapered plug into his sphincter.
    He emitted a sound akin to the whistle of rushing wind, the true cry masked by a heavy exhale.
    With the plug nestled tightly in place, I pulled his shoulder and told him to stand, pretending that the inadvertent scrape of my nails was intentional.
    He straightened like a man with a back problem, getting used to a foreign sensation as he moved.
    His expression—a mixture of surprise and arousal—flooded my body with heat until it felt like flames licked my nipples, satisfaction only possible from a soothing tongue. The look intensified the primal need already within me, creating the brute strength to shove him back into the seat. With the soft thud of buttocks against leather came a reflexive groan, though the drop wasn’t far.
    My body’s craving took control, making me climb into his lap, gripping his shoulders for balance to straddle him. Clamping myself to him so that not even a sliver of light could pass between us, I kissed with a hunger like I hadn’t eaten for days and he represented sustenance.
    Grinding against him dislodged my corset, exposing my breasts to his eager mouth as I rose higher, positioning myself where I could guide his shaft to my opening. My skirt raised obediently on climbing onto his lap, the split of my panties widening to expose my wet slit.
    Simultaneous groans introduced the motion of his flesh piercing mine, sliding deep as I spread my thighs. Further aroused by the satisfying wet slap of our bodies, I immediately sought it again, engaging my thigh muscles to lift my frame before slamming back down.
    A growl that edged toward a pained climax rolled from his throat, hip mouth gaping.

    His hands left my rear to grip the chair arm. I saw his fingers curl around the dark wood from the corner of my eye as he buried his face to my neck. Bypassing his shoulders, I gripped the back of the chair to pump harder, leaning back to watch his face. He had already succumbed, his body no longer under his control, but under mine. Each attempt to lift his hips was met with a heavy thrust from mine, driving him back down into the seat.Wedging my curled toes against the edge of the chair, I used the leverage to slam him with increasing force, leather squeaking against itself each time my muscles gave way to allow me to drop onto his shaft so it plunged deep between my walls.
    Clinging to the chair, I rode him harder as pure ecstasy coursed through me, taking over my body. Returning to my cheeks, his fingertips dug into my flesh as if trying to force us closer.
    His throat shook free a growl more intense than I’d heard before, quickly becoming a roar that caused an instant physical reaction. My body decided a simultaneous orgasm was required, perfectly in tune to make us come together.
    Tightly clamping his body between my thighs, I stiffened and shook out of control, gripping his shoulders with a strength that was inexplicable.
    No other man could do that to me.
    Bodily flung back with the force of exhilarating pressure, my heavy head stretched my throat, which produced no sound. Clinging to him kept me from falling