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She was beyond telling him no. The moment she’d let him tie her hands behind her back she had been his to use. Who was she kidding?
“Okay. Yes.”
Not a single sound came from Trent at her acceptance of the game he was playing. He didn’t even appear to be breathing hard. He seemed totally at ease. As he moved his finger away from her breast and began unbuttoning his black slacks, she nearly whimpered. Crystal licked her lips, anticipating what was about to come. She wanted him in her mouth, the taste of his sticky fluid on her tongue.
Slowly, as if he had all the time in the world, Trent unzipped and freed his cock, and finally Crystal could see him in all his magnificence. He was hard and pulsing with life, the bulbous head darkly engorged. Jesus, he looked delicious. It was crazy how eager she was.
His cock held firmly in his hand, Trent stepped forward, b
ent slightly at the knees, and demanded, “Open those sexy lips, baby.”
Crystal tilted her head upward and opened, but just as she would have sucked him in, he stopped her with a hand to the back of her head, pulling at a fistful of her hair just hard enough to bring the slightest sting to her scalp.
“What?”
“Not your mouth, just your tongue. Lick my cock. I want it nice and wet for what I’m about to do to you.”
Crystal didn’t know what he could possibly do that they hadn’t already done, but if he wanted to be licked, then she was just the woman for the job.
Opening wide and slipping her tongue out, Crystal let her eyes close and tasted the sensitive tip of him. She took the small bead of moisture that had appeared there into her mouth, then she let her tongue roam freely over and down, slowly moving to the underside, and then finally to his balls. She swiped her tongue back and forth, craving their unique flavor and wishing she could take them both into her mouth and suck. But, knowing her orders, she held back and moved her wet tongue over the rest of him instead, giving his cock the thorough licking he demanded.
She felt his hand pulling once more at her hair, and Crystal eased away, leaning back on her heels and opening her eyes. But what she saw was the most feral look on a man’s face she’d ever seen. He looked ready to explode. To throw her on the bed a few feet away and fuck her brains out. Had she pushed him too far?
“At times, you tempt me beyond reason,” he growled, then he dipped down, put an arm beneath her, and swung her into his arms. He carried her to the bed, but he didn’t throw her down, as she’d feared. Instead, he placed her, ever so gently, in the center of it. She adjusted her hands slightly, trying for a more comfortable position, but when he began stripping off his clothes, Crystal went still.
He could always make her go pliant and mute with the mere sight of his body. He was just too good-looking for her peace of mind. His wild mane of black hair tossed all over his head and just the slightest hint of stubble on his chin, lent to the notion of how incredibly rugged and masculine he was. Trent put one knee on the bed and turned to the task of unfastening her slacks and ridding her of the rest of her clothing. Soon, nothing stood between them and sexual heaven.
He pushed her legs wide, and before she could protest, he descended between them and licked her. She arched up and tried to get him closer, to get his tongue inside her as he’d said he would earlier, but he seemed in no hurry.
“Trent, quit playing and get to it!”
He chuckled and murmured, “You’re in no position to be giving me orders, slave.”
She glared down at him and muttered, “Don’t make me regret letting you tie me down, damn it.”
“Once I’m done with you, you will crave being tied down. Your mouth will water and your pussy will drip with need any time I mention this black silk scarf,” Trent whispered, the heat of his breath stroking her clit, causing her femininity to throb to life.
“So confident of yourself, are you?” She had to struggle to say the words coherently.
“No. So confident of you. You’re a woman with great passion deep in your soul, and I intend to suck you dry.”
Now, that sounded promising. “Then quit talking and get to work. You’ve barely scratched the surface,” she dared.
“Ah, just what I love, a challenge.” Then his tongue delved deep and she whimpered.
He was right about one thing; she would crave him after this. There was no denying it.
Trent was exactly where he wanted to be: between the widespread thighs of the woman he loved. He had realized it when he watched her get down on her knees in front of him. Her supplicant position had pulled feelings out of him that he’d never felt before. He had fallen in love with a woman who saw him as a moment of fun and excitement.
He had always thought himself free of entanglements of the heart. His father had warned him once that, when a Dailey man falls in love, it was for life. There would be no going back. Somehow, he was going to have to convince Crystal Shaw, independent go-getter, that they were meant to be together.
It had been fate when she walked into his nightclub. He did not laugh at such things as fate and destiny. Nor did he balk at the idea of a challenge, and making Crystal see that there was more to their relationship than sex would indeed be a challenge.
As he tasted and teased her, feeling the quiver of Crystal’s supple body, he knew that if any other man besides Mac ever touched her in such a way, he’d see red. She was theirs. Her desire was for them to play with and nurture to life, no other.
He lifted up and stared up the length of her nude body. Her eyes were closed, her hands behind her back, securely tied, and best of all, she was already in the beginnings of a climax. She looked magnificent and so damn hot he felt singed.
Trent used his thumbs to part her delicate folds, exposing her swollen clit as he did, and then he dipped his head once more and sucked the tiny bit of flesh into his mouth, flicking back and forth with his tongue.
