Wanted: White Russian by Marteeka Karland Read Free Book Online

would have her. Not just for now, but forever. He'd known it the moment he'd laid eyes on her. It had been that way with his father, and his father before him. Yuri didn't question his feelings, simply accepted them.
    Tiressa finally stepped closer to him, as she'd been when she'd fastened his wrists to the bulkhead. This time, she ran her fingertips lightly over his chest and abdomen. Her breathing was deep and even, her lips parted. Warm breath fanned his chest and neck as she exhaled, and Yuri longed for those lips to explore his skin the way her hands did.
    He watched in fascination as her hands found their way to his breeches and deftly unfastened them. There was a moment's jealousy as he wondered how many times she'd done the same thing to other men, but it immediately vaporized at the first brush of her fingers on his engorged cock. As long as she kept doing that , he didn't care. What mattered now was keeping her with him from here on out.
    He'd have to prove himself worthy, and he'd definitely enjoy the proving.
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    Wanted: White Russian
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    Tiressa stroked and caressed his shaft, testing the weight of his balls and running her fingers up and down its rigid length. Her focus seemed completely on every throb of his member. She actually licked her lips before sinking to her knees and licking him from base to tip.
    Yuri could no more hold in his hiss of pleasure than he could have quit breathing. Her tongue felt like warm honey flowing over him, and when she enveloped the head of his cock he knew his eyes permanently crossed. She hummed on the backstroke only to suck him back down again. She didn't look up at him, as most women would have. This was for her pleasure, not his—which was fine with him. She was exploring to her heart's content and, hopefully, readying him to satisfy her even more.
    Over and over she sucked his cock down as far as she could before pulling back and licking around the head only to take him down again. It wasn't long before she had him groaning with every pull and lick of her talented tongue and lips. Never once did she look at him, but braced her hands on his thighs, her eyes closed, and sucked his cock like it was her favorite lollipop.
    Yuri didn't hold back. He let her know exactly how much he loved what she was doing with every moan and growl.
    Sweat beaded his skin as he held on to his orgasm by sheer force of will. There was no way in hell he was going to spend himself inside her hot little mouth before he got a chance to fuck her. He meant what he said earlier about coming inside her, and her mouth wasn't what he had in mind.
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    Wanted: White Russian
    by Marteeka Karland
    Finally, she let his cock go with a little pop and stood. Her dark hair fell around her shoulders in waves, her lips swollen with her effort.
    "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" Her question was more a statement. She had a little, knowing smile, but also a look of wonder as if she hadn't expected he'd enjoy getting head from a beautiful, passionate woman.
    "Absolutely. Couldn't you tell?" He knew his smile was a bit strained, but that was OK. Let her see how hard it was to hold on.
    "Then why won't you come?" She looked excited, but a little disappointed.
    Yuri didn't hesitate in his response. "Because I will never take my pleasure without seeing to yours first. If that means I suffer for a while, then so be it. I'll come, but not before you do."
    She gave him a confused look for a moment before wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissing him with so much passion Yuri thought they'd spontaneously combust. He wasn't sure why his response seemed to please her so much, but he was definitely glad. He would have her. Not just her body, but her heart, as well. And what Yuri set his mind to doing, he did. Always.
    Tiressa could never remember a time in her life when someone had put her pleasure ahead of his. Yet here was a man she didn't know. A man who, by all accounts, was a cold-blooded