“You feel so fucking good, Brit.”
She took him in deeper, slowly stroked his shaft. Up and down, up and down while she fondled his balls.
“Mmm,” she murmured taking him in deeper.
After increasing her speed, she slid his cock to the back of her throat. More wetness slid down her throat.
He tasted like a man. And she loved that.
She took him in, pulled him out, letting her lips graze his sensitive skin. As soon as his moans turned throaty, she suckedhim harder and faster. Massaging his balls in one hand while she stroked and sucked with the other.
Her throbbing clit was screaming for another release.
His balls grew tight and he thrust into her mouth. “I’m gonna come, Brit.”
His orgasm shot out of him, flooding her with his ecstasy.
When he relaxed back into the bed, she pulled off him, retreated into the bathroom, and returned a few seconds later.
Rebel lay there, his eyes closed.
Her body was primed, she was ready for him again. Her insides pulsed with a pent-up desire that meant just one thing. She wouldn’t be fully satisfied until he was rooted inside her while they moved as one.
His eyes fluttered open. Gone was the tension he carried between his brows. Gone was the intensity in his gaze. A wicked smile graced his face while a tsunami of the endorphins flooded her. No man should be that sexy or that good looking. Especially someone she didn’t even like.
“Lay on me,” he murmured.
The pull to be near him had her climbing back onto the bed. But she couldn’t give in to her emotions. This was feral sex. Nothing more.
“You can continue groveling by fucking me.”
She didn’t lay on him, didn’t even touch him.
But that didn’t stop him from touching her. In seconds, he had her on her back, trapped beneath him. He drilled her with a look that was half man, half beast. Then, his mouth found hers, he thrust his tongue inside, and they were grinding against each other.
Zero to sixty in three seconds.
Her thoughts turned dark. She was his prisoner. There was no escape, except to earn his trust by spreading her legs. Wetness surged through her.
“I want to role play,” she murmured.
“That’s sexy,” he replied. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I’m your prisoner,” she whispered. “I want to earn your trust, so I let you fuck me.”
“Have I fucked you before?” he asked.
“No.”
“Safe word?”
“I’ll use yellow and red.”
“Gotcha.”
He lay one more searing kiss on her lips before leaving the bed. “I brought the condoms you like.”
Her gaze stayed trained on him. She couldn’t look away, couldn’t stop admiring his muscular ass, his thick thighs, and well-defined calves. But her attention returned to his face. Always his face.
