The Omega Team: Death Sentence (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Tina Donahue Read Free Book Online Page B

required his unrestrained bellow and complete satisfaction. A memory she could keep in her heart forever.
    Soul-deep passion filled her. She slid him in and out of her mouth, suckling gently, licking his most sensitive spots.
    His knees sagged. He gripped her shoulders.
    She held his crown between her lips and lapped the bumpy skin in back.
    Chase wavered. “Fuck. Shit. Damn.”
    Sounded like a man enjoying himself, though not to the fullest extent. Determined to bring out the big guns, she worked his rod, fondled his balls, and probed his anus.
    His shout filled the room. He blubbered and moaned.
    Too bad she hadn’t worn her spy specs. She’d love to record him losing control. Maybe next time. If there was one.
    Uh-uh. She didn’t want to think about that and increased her pace, worshipping his cock, balls, and tightest opening.
    His swearing grew louder, lewder, too. He fisted her tee, bounced lightly on his heels, and made a strangled noise.
    Cum spurt into her mouth, its texture creamy, taste laced with salt, amazingly pleasant.
    Hallie swallowed his seed. Something she’d never done for another man. Nothing about Chase repelled her. She couldn’t imagine refusing him any act.
    He held onto her and panted. “Holy fuck. Thanks.”
    She released his cock. “You bet. I’m not finished.” She tongued his right ball into her mouth.
    He howled.
    Lucky for him, his neighbors weren’t close. They might have called the cops and reported a possible murder going on in here.
    She let his nut slip out. “You don’t like this?”
    “Huh?” His chin touched his heaving chest. “What?”
    “This.” She lapped his sac.
    He tugged his hair and gritted his teeth. His neck muscles bunched. In another second, he might pop an artery.
    Hallie wasn’t certain if his response meant yes or no. “Maybe this will be better.” She eased his other nut into her mouth.
    “Fuck, are you trying to kill me?”
    She spoke around his ball. “Swarry. You wan me ta stap?”
    “What?” He groaned. “I didn’t understand what you—no, don’t spit me out. You can lick my balls, but slowly for God’s sake. I’m only human.”
    He was way better than that, and seemingly impossible to please tonight. Honoring his request, she tended to him at a snail’s pace.
    His breathing quieted. He yawned.
    She was putting him to sleep. Bummed, she freed him. “Need a nap?”
    “Red Bull. In the fridge. I have three cans left.”
    If he guzzled them, she’d have to peel him off the ceiling. “It’s all right if you need to rest.”
    “No, it’s not. I don’t want to fall asleep. Dammit, I want to keep playing.” He dropped to the floor.
    “Careful.” She steadied him. “You’ll break something.”
    He hung his head. “I don’t care. Grab the cans. Please.”
    “How about the food? That should perk you up.”
    He eyed her. “Having you naked would work better.”
    She couldn’t argue with his reasoning and stripped then helped him lose his clothes.
    He sprawled on the floor. “Mind getting the plates in the left cabinet and the utensils in the drawer beneath it?”
    “Not at all.” They wouldn’t need them.
    Hallie returned, cookware in hand, and put it on the floor near him. She lifted the lid on the meatballs and potatoes. Fragrant steam rose from the dish.
    He propped himself on his elbow. “That smells amazing.”
    “Tastes even better.” She dipped her finger into the rich sauce and slipped it between his lips.
    His lids drooped to half-mast. He licked her longer than necessary. “I think I see where you’re going. I have a better plan.”
    Faster than she believed possible, he had her on the floor, arms and legs flung out like a parachutist falling to earth. “What are you doing?”
    “This.” He slathered her nipples with sauce, blew on a meatball to cool it then placed it in her navel, and created a line down her torso with the pastries. Meat and cheese escaped the fluted edges. He rearranged them, alternating