Unleash Me, Vol. 1 (Unleash Me, Annihilate Me Series) by Christina Ross Read Free Book Online Page B

my knees would buckle if he
hadn ’ t
been holding me so tightly when his mouth finally met mine.
    He probed deeply with his
tongue.   He held my face in his
hands, and he poured himself into me to the point that I could feel his soul
pass through mine.   I held onto his
strong arms, and tried to wrap my own arms around his ridiculous shoulders, but
it was impossible — he
was too broad.  
    As he kissed me, he reached down and
unfastened my pants, which I wriggled out of.   His head started to dip down, but I
stopped him and instead quickly unbuttoned his shirt, which I tore off him and
threw on the floor.   I admired his
body for a moment, lightly ran my hands over his hairless chest, and then down
the length of his corded abs, which were so thick they seemed unreal.   He started to bend down again, but I
stopped him.
    “ Your
jeans, ” I
said.
    “ You
want them off me? ”
    “ I
do. ”
    “ Then
get them off me. ”
    I unfastened the five buttons that
contained him, parted his jeans, and was surprised to find that he was naked
beneath them — usually,
he wore boxers.   But not
tonight.   His cock, full and hard,
was too big to stand at full erection.   Instead, as I squatted down to face it while I helped him out of his
pants, it hung long and heavy between his legs.  
    I looked at his member and watched it
throb.   I wanted to put my mouth on
it, but more than ever, I wanted this moment to build.   So I did nothing.   Instead, I just stood, and in one
crushing embrace, he pressed against me until his mouth met mine.   Without warning, he lifted me in his
arms as if I was weightless and carried me into his bedroom, where he laid me
down on his king-sized bed.
    The room was dim, but not dark.   I could see him above me.   “ Come on, ” I
said.   “ Let me go first.   I know how you like it. ”
    “ Not
a chance. ”
    Quickly, he got on his knees at the
edge of the bed, pulled off my panties, and started to tease me with his
tongue.   He brushed it so lightly
over my clit that it was a kind of agony.   Unable to bear it much longer, I lifted my feet, pressed my heels
against his buttocks, and pushed him toward me so that his tongue slipped
deeper inside of me.  
    It was almost too much.   My eyes rolled toward the ceiling.   I felt a warmth envelop me, and then I
closed my eyes tightly as his tongue started to dart in and out of me in a
continuous dance that didn ’ t
stop until I came with a shudder.
    With enthusiasm, he reared up and
entered me in one deep thrust that made me catch my breath and wince slightly
in pain.   Although he had prepared
me for it, I still wasn ’ t
fully used to his length or girth, and I ’ d be lying if I said that it didn ’ t hurt.   But it was a delicious sort of pain, the
kind of pain that excited me, and I gave myself over to it.  
    He pressed his lips against the side
of my neck and kissed me, which always did me in because, at this time of
night, there was stubble on his upper lip and chin.   It sent a powerful, tingling rush
through me that drove me hard against the edge of climax.  
    With skill, he kept me there in an
almost impossible extension of ecstasy.   I put my arms around his back and held him close to me.   I rocked with him, and arched my back as
he pushed me toward orgasm time and again, all the while holding him closer as
we switched from position to position.
    “ Lisa, ” he
said in my ear.
    “ Yes? ”
    “ I
love you. ”
    “ Oh
my God … . ”
    “ Do
you love me, too? ”
    “ Is
that even a question? ”
    “ It
is. ”
    “ I
love you more than you know. ”
    With a swiftness that surprised me,
he swung around on the bed, flung the bedding off us, and straddled me with his
hands pinning mine firmly against the mattress.  
    His cock lay heavily on my
stomach.   I gasped at the sudden
change of position, but then, in the city light joined with the moonlight, I
saw the look of longing on his face, and felt the urgency