Untouched: 2 (Rough Boys) by Em Petrova Read Free Book Online Page B

returned with a towel swathing his hips and crossed to the door. She heard him rummaging in the kitchen. When he returned, he carried an open bottle of wine.
    She sat up and dragged the blankets over her belly so he didn’t see the wrinkle of loose skin. “Where are the glasses?”
    “Who needs them?” He handed the bottle to her and she took a swig. The red wine slid down her throat and pooled deliciously in her lower belly. Her pussy still throbbed with need even after the proper fucking she’d had. But she’d been untouched for years. One encounter wasn’t about to satiate her for long.
    Not with Mason Dorsey anyhow.
    She handed him the bottle and he accepted it, sinking to the bed with a grin.
    “Now…”
    She quirked a brow at him, aware of his gaze. The predatory glint sent her blood dancing again. He’d taken her hard and her body stung in many places from his rough kisses and nips. It made her feel alive in a way she hadn’t ever felt before. “Now?”
    “Now I have to kiss that sweet mouth of yours again.” He set the wine aside and pressed her back on the rumpled bed. Tracing a big thumb over her lips, he stared at her until a blush settled in her cheeks.
    When she thought he’d never deliver the kiss he promised, she surged upward and claimed her due. The initial contact of his lips dizzied her anew. Waves of need struck her, towing her under. She drowned in his scent, which was mingled with her flavors. The memory of him going down between her legs and eating her pussy brought a fresh trickle of moisture from her folds.
    She clamped her thighs together but he nudged them apart with his knee.
    “Open for me. Let me feel that moist heat.”
    “It’s my turn to explore.” She placed a palm on his chest, pushing him until he rolled into the blankets.
    He lay staring up at her, a boyish grin stretching his features. She raked her gaze over his body, starting at his bulging pecs and skimming to his hard thighs. His stomach muscles were thickened and cut as if he’d been shaped for a men’s fitness magazine. Those guys could spend hours in the gym when Mason simply worked hard in the field, wielding a saw and running his ass off to speed up the production of the logging business.
    A nest of brown curls cushioned his cock. It was thick and lengthening as she looked at it, the tip purple and veins twisting beneath the velvety sheath of his skin.
    She straddled his lower legs and splayed her hands over his thighs. His shaft bobbed against his abdomen. He tensed, his breathing coming shallower. She stroked his pubic hair. The springy curls were like the icing on the cake of his body. The tip of his shaft oozed and she hungered for a taste.
    Without warning, she prostrated herself and swallowed it to the root. He jerked, cupping her face. She held him in her mouth and he pressed her down, forcing her to take it all. The head scraped the back of her throat. The salt of his pre-come lay on her tongue but he tasted freshly washed. He must have cleaned up in the bathroom.
    She bathed his shaft with her tongue. He dragged her upward, bringing her mouth to the tip. Excitement blossomed in her core. The control he exhibited over her thrilled her. She’d never experienced anything like it. Bill had been an adequate lover, but this was entirely new and exciting.
    She sucked Mason’s length in again. His curls brushed her nose, lightly scented of them both. Under her fingers, his body was like iron.
    “Fuck, yeah, baby. Take it all. I’m surprised you can.” He twisted her hair in his fist, drawing it off her face. The roots tugged at her scalp, sending delicious chills down her spine. He shoved at her nape, making her take him deep again.
    Her nipples swelled against the warmth of his legs and she arched her back, bringing her ass up, trying to ease the throbbing between her legs.
    “Goddamn, that’s beautiful. Your ass in the air and my cock in your mouth. Damn, Eva. You’ve gotta stop.”
    He gripped her