The Toy Boy by April Vine Read Free Book Online

deeper inside her and encouraging him to fuck her ass harder. He sucked a mouthful of her ass, strong deep pulls that would leave her already reddened backside exquisitely bruised. She couldn’t take another sensation like that without coming.
    “Come for me.” The rapid thrusts of his fingers in her ass shook the whole of her body. At his instruction, she opened herself to him, letting go of the guard she barely held on to. The violence of her orgasm stormed through her whole body and was celebrated in her voice as she shouted his name over and over again. As the last cycle riveted through her, he kissed her ass and removed his fingers, leaving her to slump exhausted over the cushion. She closed her eyes and tried to steady her breaths, but the thudding of her heart refused to ease.
    She gasped as he curled his arm around her waist and effortlessly, as if she weighed nothing, brought her to stand against him, her back to his chest. His hand enclosed around her breast, his palm stroked her achy nipple, and his tongue rolled the side of her throat. Her knees buckled. The warmth of his hardened chest and muscular thighs seeped into her, reviving her fire. His cock, so brilliantly hard, nudged her ass. He was naked, the glorious thought revitalizing her. She turned around, her hands raised to the blindfold on her face. She wanted to remove it and see him in nothing but his gorgeous tanned skin. He cuffed her wrists in one of his hands.
    “Not yet,” he murmured. His lips slanted over hers. Her hands ran down his body, over his sculptured chest, bumped over his eight-pack, and when she reached his cock, he bit her lip. She dragged her lips away from his and kissed her way down his body, sinking to her knees the lower she got. With nothing but her sense of touch and smell and sound, she hugged his cock with both her hands, heard his growl, and felt the muscle in his thigh quiver. She stroked him against her cheek, inhaling his clean male scent. Her thumb soothed his hot leaking head. She flicked her tongue to gather a sample of his taste and almost died from pleasure. She opened her mouth on him, taking him deep in one go. His hand clutched a thick chunk of her hair as she sucked him. The more he pulled at the strands, the more insistent her mouth became. She wanted him to come down her throat. She thirsted to feel him that way.
    She whimpered as he picked her up, drawing her away from his cock, and threw her onto the bed, disorientating her. The soft crackling of foil thrilled her. Finally, he would fuck her. She shivered as goose bumps erupted on her skin. Heat and moisture plunged to her pussy, turning her crazy with want. “Lie back.”
    She bit her lip. The mattress dipped between her legs. Her pussy contracted. The tip of his cock nudged her entrance. He lowered his weight over her and thrust deep into her. She shuddered at the splendid intrusion, topping her to the brim, reaching all her hot spots swiftly.
    She lowered the blindfold from her eyes. Her vision immediately filled with the image of him, so beautiful, so solid, so wrong. A white-hot truth surfaced in her mind. That same feeling she felt when she danced with him.
    I’ve fallen for you. The truth taunted her. The impossibility mocked her. She tossed it to the back of her mind for later analysis. Only when she was alone could she think clearly without any silly romanticism lingering in the air and discover her relationship with him was nothing more than what it was—physical attraction and not an emotional one.
    “Fuck me, Declan.” She pushed into his chest and he complied, reversing their positions without disconnecting their bodies.
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    Declan would give her that much for now, allowing her to take control, to dictate the movements, to call the shots where her pussy was concerned. But not again. The next time he’d claim her in no uncertain terms, and she’d know she belonged to him.
    Her tits bounced up and down before his eyes, full, firm, round yet