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Swallowing hard, I couldn’t seem to help myself stop shaking, perhaps because my core was heated to a million degrees. There was no way out of obeying him like that good girl he insisted I become. Yet I was still me inside, the woman who was defiant in all things, often determined to get her way. I scooped up another bite of ice cream, big enough it might freeze my brain, and moved onto my hands and knees.
The couch really was huge, at least three times the normal size. That allowed me to take a little time and would have spent more if the mouthful of ice cream wasn’t doing its job: freezing my tongue to the roof of my mouth. I remained catlike as I shifted to his lap, crawling on top and wrapping first one arm over his shoulder then the other.
I wasn’t as graceful as I’d hoped, liquid dribbling down from both corners of my mouth. Boy, wasn’t that ladylike? I pressed my lips against his, doing what I could to stretch his open. He granted me my wish but only after two others strings of cream slipped past my lips. I would end up a sticky mess when all this was said and done.
Still, as he resumed control, the cold was quickly replaced with extreme heat. There was something so incredible about the intense combination I hadn’t realized I was shifting back and forth on his lap until he pulled our lips apart, issuing an intense growl.
Easton placed his finger across my lips, shaking his head so slowly I wasn’t certain it was moving at all. But I knew the meaning cold.
I wasn’t in charge.
He was.
With all things.
He nipped my lower lip, biting down until I let out a harsh moan. When he pushed me away, he immediately ripped off my tee shirt. Maybe I’d been trying to entice him by not wearing a bra but the second the air hit my nipples, I threw my head back and moaned. They were both fully aroused, the ache pushing into every cell in my system.
With another beastlike sound coming from his throat, he cupped both breasts. There was something magical about the way he was able to flick his thumbs back and forth across my tender nipples while squeezing until I threw my head all the way back. He used that as a suggestion, fisted my hair with one hand and ripping me back into a deeper arc.
I was completely in his control, incapable of fighting him on any level. Stars had suddenly appeared in my periphery of vision and as he swirled the tip of his tongue around one nipple, I was thrown by the fact he’d gone out of his way to provide two of my favorite things.
Maybe he was a killer but there was a softer side to him as well, a gentleman underneath the dangerous persona. I liked that man. Maybe a little too much.
I was breathless, half laughing and half moaning as he sucked and bit down on one nipple then the other, shifting back and forth until I was so wet, I knew I’d soaked his jeans even through my sweatpants.
I was gasping when he finally righted me, and he allowed his gaze to fall before gripping my hips, lifting me off his lap. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer ever again, this time stripping the material down my rounded flesh, lifting me even higher off his muscular legs.
With ease, he removed my pants and my thong. When he forced me to stand, straddling his hips, I couldn’t squelch the laughter any longer. But it was from nervousness, wonderment.
Excitement.
He was like a famished man, an animal who hadn’t been fed in a very long time. As he buried his face into my pussy, shifting my hips to make his access easier, I was certain I’d fall if his fingers weren’t digging into my skin.
As the nightmare of a movie continued, another scene where some female victim was being tormented, I was pushed into the sweetness of La-La-land. It was surreal, so much so that the moment almost became cathartic. There was passion in everything, including violence and bloodshed. Perhaps that’s why he and his brothers enjoyed being the bad men I’d heard they were.
I bit my lip once again, this time tasting blood.
He pulled me closer until I was forced to roll onto the balls of my feet. I stroked his hair, loving the way my shaking fingers got tangled up in it. My breathing was so ragged, my heart thudding in my ears. The way he was feasting on me was sinful and filthy, yet deliriously enticing.
As he swirled his tongue around my clit, somehow the sound on the television faded away, as the enjoyment became euphoric. My legs were shaking, I was so desperate not to climax too quickly.
The man’s tongue was a masterful instrument, dragging me even deeper into the darkness. When he pulled open my pussy lips with his thumbs, the move allowing him to drive his tongue deep inside, I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer. He was driving me crazy.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.” Suddenly, I let off a bloodcurdling scream of my own as an overwhelming orgasm swept through me. I tossed my head from side to side as the rapture continued to increase. I couldn’t believe how my body responded to the man, his scent and tongue, his brilliant words and dark commands all incredibly powerful aphrodisiacs.
Before I could come down from the cloud, he slowed his actions, sucking on my clit this time as he pumped his thumb inside. It was an entirely different set of vibrations, another shot of white-hot heat and as he’d done before, he pushed me into raw, blissful ecstasy. This time, he was the one making animalistic noises.
The surreal aspect jetted to another level as my legs began to shake uncontrollably.
He was thoroughly enjoying himself, licking up every drop of my cream. Meanwhile, I would have fallen off the sofa altogether had he not been holding me. The fact I couldn’t feel my legs kept a smile on my face.
When he decided he was finished, Easton slowly eased me to the couch, pushing me all the way down before standing. He lowered his arm, pointing his index finger at me. “Do not move. Period.”
Through the rapid light of the screen, night turning into day, I was allowed to bask in the man’s stunning physique all over again. Only this time, as with everything else, it felt entirely different. I realized as he slowly unfastened his belt that I was holding my breath, the anticipation unlike anything else in the world. Maybe I was just giddy, acting immature but he was so handsome, so experienced, and no one had ever made me feel so beautiful.
When he was finished undressing, he took his time to lower his gaze from my forehead all the way to my toes while stroking his chest with his flexed fingers. It was a seductive maneuver, pushing my core near a sheer explosion.
I was licking my lips, hungering to have his cock in my mouth. My needs too great, I rolled the tip of my finger around one already taut nipple then the other, giving him a wicked smile as he lifted a single eyebrow.
