Trista Ann Michaels by Wicked Lies Read Free Book Online

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    The head of his cock was right at her entrance. She could feel the heat of it as it pressed between her labia. She had to breathe deep and steady to keep from moving her hips. He was going to drive her insane, she just knew it. Biting at her lower lip, she forced herself to remain immobile as he toyed with her by ever so slightly pressing her labia farther apart with the head of his shaft. He shifted it upward and brushed the engorged tip over her clit, making her gasp as sharp tingles of white hot pleasure sped straight to her womb.
    “Good girl,” he cooed as he moved back to her opening and pressed just a little deeper.
    He kept one hand on her hip, holding her down as he tortured her with his slow entry. She wanted him to slam it into her, fill her balls deep until she couldn’t take anymore, until she begged him to stop. Her channel tightened and vibrated against his length as he pressed deeper, stretching her walls tight with his girth. God, he was thick and so hard. She was stretched so tight she could feel every throb of his pulse as he pushed the last of his length into her.
    She cried out as he gave his hips an upward thrust, pressing his groin against her clit. Her orgasm came on suddenly, catching her by surprise with the intensity. He ground against her, prolonging her pleasure as throb after throb vibrated through her pussy. He’d been right. She’d come the second he’d gotten fully inside her.
    “Marcus,” she breathed as the last of the waves subsided.
    Keeping himself deep inside her, he grasped her ass and lifted her against him.
    “Wrap your arms around me,” he whispered and she did without a second thought.
    He put his knees onto the bed and scooted them toward the middle. She lifted her legs around his waist as he began a slow and steady rhythm that made her sigh and whimper with delight. She had no doubt he’d make her come again. He felt so good.
    His head dipped and he teased the side of her neck with soft, nibbling kisses. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding tight as she felt her body quickly coming back to life. He pulled almost all the way out before slowly sliding back inside her, letting her feel every inch of his shaft. Occasionally, he would leave her body to softly circle her clit with the tip of his cock before thrusting back inside her, each time pushing in harder, deeper.
    Her hips lifted to meet his thrusts, her body silently begging for more. Needing more.
    “Oh, God … Marcus,” she hissed.
    She was so close, so damn close. He pulled out suddenly and she groaned. Her hips lifted off the bed in search of his. “No,” she screamed.
    “Not yet,” he growled and gripped her chin between his fingers.
    She stared up at him, shocked at what he was doing to her. His mouth covered hers in a kiss she felt clear to her toes. His tongue delved and teased, twirling around hers in a way that left her panting. “Deep breaths,” he whispered against her lips as he pressed into her again. “Hold off. Don’t come again yet, Sinclair.”
    She dug her fingers into his shoulders, fighting her release as he thrust into her again and again.
    “I’ll tell you when you can let go,” he said and she closed her eyes, knowing she was fighting a losing battle.
    “Marcus, I can’t,” she panted and lost the battle as her release screamed through her like a tidal wave.
    With a growl, Marcus increased his thrusting, pounding into her hard over and over until he too tensed above her, losing himself in his own orgasm.
    Breathing heavy, he let his forehead rest against hers. Her legs fell from around his waist and she winced at how battered her body felt. That had never happened to her. Two orgasms? She’d rarely met a man who could get her off once, much less twice.
    “Sorry,” she whispered.
    He snorted. “Don’t be, baby.” He lifted his head and stared down at her. “But you will be punished for that.”
    She raised an eyebrow, intrigued.