The Seven: A Taste for Jazz: Book 3 of The Seven series

The Seven: A Taste for Jazz: Book 3 of The Seven series by Ciana Stone Read Free Book Online Page B

Book: The Seven: A Taste for Jazz: Book 3 of The Seven series by Ciana Stone Read Free Book Online
Authors: Ciana Stone
flesh. She couldn't take it. Couldn't lie passive.
    She tore her hands free, grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him more firmly against her breast but Rock pushed away.
    "This isn't going to be much of a party if you keep all those clothes on," he said with a smile and rose to let her slide her legs from beneath him.
    She did not move from her place on the floor. She simply rolled her hips off the floor, bringing her feet up over her head to strip off her soft-soled shoes and toss them aside.
    With her legs still in the air, she reached behind her hips and peeled the spandex down, baring her ass, then legs as she worked the material up to her feet and then tossed it aside.
    His gaze on her was like something tangible. Slowly she spread her legs and lowered them, bending her knees as she placed her feet on either side of him. His face wore a wolfish look, dark eyes pinned on her sex.
    She let her hand trail down from her knees to the junction of her thighs, cupping her wet sex and barring his view.
    Rock smiled and started for her but she didn't give him time to reach her before she was on her knees in front of him, one hand clasped firmly around the base of his shaft and the other winding around behind him to grab his tight ass and pull him toward her eager mouth.
    Her tongue flicked at the tip of his erection, drawing a sharp intake of breath from him that made her look up. "Come here," he growled, winding one hand in her hair to pull her to her feet.
    His lips descended on hers in a kiss that seared through her body, making even the bottom of her feet burn. His body was hot against hers, hard, long and lean. She exulted in the fact that she had to look up to meet his eyes when the kiss ended. At five foot ten, she was not a short woman. Rock towered over her by good eight or nine inches, so tall and massive that it made her feel small in comparison.
    As his lips moved to her neck, working across her shoulder in licks and bites, his hand moved between her legs, stroking and probing. She did not think to stifle the lusty moan his touch inspired. As if enflamed by the sound, he claimed her lips in a rough kiss and rammed his fingers inside her. She moaned into his mouth, moving against his questing fingers.
    "I'm going to have you, Jazz," he spoke against her lips, nipping at her chin and working his way down. "Every way I can think of. And I'll not stop until I've had my fill and you're too sore to take any more."
    "Promises, promises," she whispered lustily.
    Rock raised his head to look into her eyes, his hand still tangled in her hair pulling her head back sharply. She gasped slightly, arching back to relieve the pressure. His mouth closed on her breast, feasting.
    She groaned as he gave a light bite to one nipple but it was not a cry of pain or sign of displeasure. Rather, it was a sound of hunger.
    Still latched onto her breast, he forced her back onto the floor, continuing the sublime torture as she reached for his erection, circling it with both hands. "Now," she urged, pressing her pelvis up against him.
    He raised his head from her aching breast and smiled. "Not by a long shot." He grabbed her legs behind the knees and spread her legs wide, raising her hips off the floor.
    Her body jerked as his tongue lapped at her wet folds, sucking her labia into his mouth then working his tongue up her length to suck on her clit. "Oh god,"she moaned as his tongue worked down to plunge inside her.
    He lowered her to the floor, pressing her knees back and wide. "Hold your knees," he ordered and as soon as she complied, leaned down to spread her wide, exposing her clit.
    His tongue flicked over it, circling and teasing before capturing it in his mouth, sucking on it with that talented tongue tracing over the head. Jazz's fingers dug into her own flesh as she spread her legs wider, wanting more, feeling the approach of a wave.
    He pressed two fingers into her, stroking deep as he continued to suck on her clit. It was more than

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