Tempted by a Dangerous Man by Cleo Peitsche Read Free Book Online

saliva. The head of his cock pressed against my lips, then shoved in.
    I could feel a shudder passing through his cock, and I thought surely he must be coming. I was wrong.  
    “You horny, baby?”
    Horny didn’t begin to describe the aching, burning feeling that had spread from between my legs to cover every inch of my body. But I didn’t dare make a sound to acknowledge his question; as deep as he was, it wouldn’t be pleasant if I gagged again.
    He pulled back, his cock springing free of my lips, and he hauled me to my feet. “Take down your pants. Let me see your pussy.”
    Smiling, I hurried to obey before he changed his mind. As soon as my pussy was exposed to the raw cold air, Corbin forced his hand between my legs and penetrated me with two fingers.
    I whimpered, went weak, fell against him. He held me up easily, slammed his fingers into my tight, clenching wetness.
    My hips tilted toward him. With the side of my face pressed against his chest, I could hear his heart pounding despite the clothes between us and the winter wind blowing outside the shed.
    He pulled his fingers free.  
    “No!” I gasped. He drew his fingers into his mouth, sucked them, then pressed them into my mouth.
    Even though I wanted to suck him—would have happily debased myself in any way he wanted—I turned away. He loved to make me suck his fingers, but I found it embarrassing. And I knew he was toying with me, had no intention of fucking me. So why go along?
    His deep, quiet laugh made my insides tingle. “Open, baby.” He turned my head toward him and kissed me, slid his fingers between the seal of our lips and into my mouth. “Suck me,” he whispered into my mouth.
    I sucked. Swallowed. Gave his fingers a damned good blow job. When he pulled away, I greedily followed after him.  
    “Now you’re hungry.” He grabbed me, lifted me easily and flipped me, and before I realized what was happening, I was laid out on a stack of logs. They shifted under my back, and the icy, rough bark dug into my bare buttocks. My head had no support at all.
    And the reason for that was immediately clear as Corbin’s stiff cock drew closer to my face.  
    He fisted the shaft and guided it to my lips. He didn’t instruct me to open. Didn’t need to. I was so desperate that I happily softened for him. I bunched my fists in his shirt.
    “No. I need one of your hands up here.” He caught my wrist, pulled my arm up and placed his hand loosely over it. “You know how to stop me,” he said, slowly pressing forward.
    I stiffened. Being on my knees and sucking him took control and concentration that I hadn’t quite yet mastered, and I expected this to be even more difficult. But as my airway filled with his pulsing sex, I realized it was actually much easier, that the angle fit better. If only he weren’t so huge, it might have been fun.
    Then I felt warm air stirring over my pussy, and a moment later, Corbin licked along my seam and sucked the swollen, sopping flesh.
    “Stop,” I tried to say, but speech was impossible. I choked, shuddered. He moved his hips back, and I spit his cock out as soon as I could. “I want a shower.”
    He barely raised his head from between my legs. “We settled this already.” It wasn’t a question or an invitation to discussion, and he made his point by thrusting his cock home, stifling any verbal protests.
    I couldn’t quite process all the sensations that were coming at me. The shifting logs made me feel insecure, like I might fall. Corbin, stuffed in my mouth and down my throat, his balls tickling my nose as he drove into me, was enough to overwhelm my senses.
    And then there was the matter of what he was doing to my pussy. He would suck everything into his mouth, then harden his tongue and force it inside me, drag it back up, lave my clit, suck it into his mouth, take it gently between his teeth… take as much of my sex between his teeth as he could while his tongue played over my clit, whipping me into an