She gasped under his kiss, and he brushed his lips down her neck,
letting the sound roll through him.
“Luc . . .” Alyssa put a hand to his shoulder.
He was certain she meant to push him away. Instead, she gripped his
hair in her fist and pulled him closer, her lips feathering across his jaw, her
teeth nipping at his ear.
A shiver racked him. God, what was it about this woman? Around her,
he couldn‟t keep his head.
Or, he feared, his heart.
Alyssa raised to her knees above him and pushed him to his back. He
went willingly, groaning when she ripped the sheet away from his body and
fell on top of him, her mouth searing its way across his chest. She did those
wicked little tricks with his nipples again, and damn if he wasn‟t already so
hard he couldn‟t string a thought together.
When her hand drifted down his abdomen and her fingers circled his
cock, he cried out.
“You like that?” she asked, all coy vixen as she stroked his length
roughly.
“Fuck, yes.”
“Everyone else thinks you‟re controlled. A great Southern gentleman.”
She laughed. “You‟re so not gentlemanly in the bedroom.”
Again, she stroked him up and down, her grasp tight, her pace
blistering. When her thumb brushed the crest of his cock, his back arched
and his eyes flew wide.
Jesus!
Alyssa redefined pleasure for him. Virtually every drop of blood in his
body had pooled between his legs. The pressure was intense, and every
stroke piled sensation on top of sensation.
Then she slid her way down his body.
“Not a good idea,” he croaked.
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But his hands delved into her hair, holding her between his legs. He
guided her to his cock.
At the first touch of her mouth, need spiked. He gritted his teeth. “Oh,
God.”
Watch her; he had to. Luc didn‟t want to miss a moment of her mouth
on him. She batted her lashes, her blue eyes alive and electric, shocking
him down to his core. That sweet red mouth opened, the plump lower lip
the perfect resting place for his dick. Her tongue peeked out, swiping his
head as if she licked a lollipop. Then she moaned and licked her lips—and
he lost his mind.
“Suck it,” he demanded. “Put my cock in your mouth and suck hard.”
Instead, she raised a brow at him, then licked his balls, running a
thumb up the length of his dick. Different sensations—ones that were like
adding gasoline to the funeral pyre of his restraint.
“I don‟t take orders. If I suck you, it will be when and how
I
want.”
His fists tightened in her hair. The woman was taunting him. Bad, bad
move. His control was shot, body taut, teeth clenched as he tried to get it
together. But she drew her tongue up his length again, grazing the
sensitive crest with her teeth. He hissed in sizzling pleasure. He‟d never
been one for the painful edge of desire before, but the way Alyssa
delivered it . . . Damn.
Taking himself in hand, he guided his cock to her mouth.
“Suck it now,” he snapped, his voice tight, strained. He‟d apologize
later. Right now he really needed to feel the wet silk of her mouth heating
his cock to a fever.
The moment her tongue cradled his dick, Luc sucked in a sharp
breath. The rush of sensation blistered its way through him, darting down
his legs. Desire seared his entire body as Alyssa‟s head bobbed up and
down. Gorgeous sight.
She took him to the back of her throat, then eased out with a suction
so strong, Luc nearly lost his mind. Her tongue flirted across his head as
her fingernails dug into his thighs. Desire swelled, rapidly pushing the limits
of his endurance and control. It had taken her maybe thirty seconds to
bring him to the edge.
Fuck!
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hands in her hair, trying to slow her down. Every flare of sensation and
searing tingle worked against him. God, he couldn‟t last long like this.
No, he wasn‟t coming in her mouth. Her pussy. It had to be there. Very
quickly, that had become his favorite place. As much as he loved her
mouth and couldn‟t wait to explore her ass again . . . he needed to be deep
inside the most female part of her, pounding her through multiple orgasms
before he finally let go.
But first, he‟d repay the brazen witch for her teasing.
Lifting her off his cock, he heard an audible pop when he left her
mouth. She reached for him again, whimpering in frustration.
“I wasn‟t done,” she growled.
“You are for now. My turn.”
Anticipation scorched his system as he wrapped his arms around her
and lifted her up past his hips, over his abdomen, raising her above his
shoulders—and settling her thighs on either side of his face.
“Luc!” she protested.
He didn‟t bother answering her. The scent of her musky tang pierced
his system and revved up his desire. Blood sizzled in his veins as he
grabbed her hips and lifted his head, swiping his tongue through the wet
folds of her pussy until he reached her clit. Wet, swollen, hard.
Perfect
.
When he sucked it into his mouth, she released a high-pitched, ragged
gasp and clutched the headboard as if she needed serious steadying. Luc
smiled and ran the flat of his tongue over her sensitive bundle of nerves.
“Oh, my—Oh . . . Luc,” she panted. “That‟s so—Damn! It‟s fast. I
can‟t—”
He scraped his teeth over her clit gently . . . with just enough pressure
to prove to her that, in fact, she could. Right that instant.
Alyssa screamed in pleasure, and it was the sweetest sound. Her
release filled him with primal need and a satisfaction unlike any other. He‟d
always insisted on leaving partners sated, but this was both gratifying and
frustrating. Incredible . . . but not enough. Not nearly.
Cream flowed from her body, and he was thrilled. She‟d need it later,
no doubt. But now he wanted more on his tongue. Much more.
Holding her in place with one hand at her hip, he ran the other up the
inside of her thigh, then pressed a finger inside her. Her heat enveloped
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him instantly, her flesh clinging, still rippling with the aftereffects of her
climax.
“No more playing around. Just fuck me.”
Not until she was good and ready. Not until he dismantled whatever
wall she‟d erected between them. Not until her body had completely
surrendered.
Luc didn‟t bother with words. Instead, he slid two fingers into her
pussy. Tight. God, every time he got inside her it was a delicious struggle
he always looked forward to. Today would be even better because she was
still swollen from their last encounter.
With a twist of his wrist, he finally submerged his fingers inside her. A
few seconds and a bit of fondling later, he found that sensitive smooth spot
that drove her mad and rubbed unmercifully as he set his mouth back on
her clit.
She gasped, grabbing the sheets around her, her body bowing as she
tried to absorb the sensations.
Against his fingers and tongue, he could feel her flesh grow more slick
and swollen. Her breath began to catch; then she moaned.
“Luc. Oh, Luc. Please . . . It‟s too much. Too big. Oh!”
In that moment, he wanted to deliver the kind of pleasure that would
devastate her, break her will to resist him ever again.
He rolled her clit around on his tongue like candy, swiping it from top to
bottom, side to side. Her sleek thighs tightened, her fists on the headboard
grew more frantic, and her folds swelled so beautifully. Luc pulled his
mouth away for a moment to look at her.
Yes!
Her flesh throbbed, an angry red that demanded fulfillment.
She breathed a moment of relief—until that itchy, achy feeling caught
up to her and made its demands known.
Then she whimpered. “Luc!”
“Don‟t want me to stop, do you?”
“No. Please, no.”
That was all the cue he needed. Grinning, he settled his mouth around
her clit once more and sucked in. With teeth and tongue, he worked her,
scraping her with pleasure until her whole body tightened, then pulsed. She
keened out a release that stripped her throat raw.
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Satisfaction spiked through Luc. God, he loved a job well-done.
But he wasn‟t through with her yet.
He urged her down his body, spreading her legs wider with his knees,
holding his waiting cock up with his other hand.
“Wait!” She sounded as though she was trying to catch her breath.
“Condom? We . . . forgot last time.”
He‟d been too busy and overwhelmed to think of it.
Luc hesitated, then finally said, “I‟m clean.”
“I am, too, but not on birth—”
Surging up, he covered her mouth with his. No need to let her finish
that sentence. Didn‟t matter, and he didn‟t want to think about it, much less
confess his sterility. He probably should wear a condom with her . . . but
taking Alyssa bareback was a sublime experience he couldn‟t forgo.
For a second, she struggled against the kiss, but he persisted,
devouring her in a slow fire that soon had her meeting him, melting against
him, her mouth every bit as hungry.
Burning up inside, he pushed her down the last few inches, onto his
erection.
The slide in was a bit easier this time than last. Still a struggle. Still
every bit as hot and devastating as he‟d come to expect. The friction made
him cross-eyed, ripped a moan from his throat. He gritted his teeth to hold
himself together, especially when she gasped and grabbed his hair.
Staving off all the sensation became doubly difficult when she writhed on
top of him, ensuring that the head of his cock bumped her cervix. He
couldn‟t be in deeper.
It was amazing. No, fucking amazing.
“That good, sugar?”
Alyssa whimpered her answer. He smiled. Then lifted her in a slow
withdrawal.
As he thrust into his first stroke, pleasure burned his gut, gripped his
cock. Totally overwhelming. He‟d wanted this to be yearning and
unforgettable. Now she‟d overloaded him on desire and he just had to hope
he didn‟t become a battering ram. She must come again. Despite his
skyrocketing need, that wasn‟t negotiable.
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Tightening his hands on her hips, he began to fuck her in deep, hard
strokes, his entire body tightening, sizzling, with the feel of her all around
him. One thrust after another, coming faster . . . faster. He couldn‟t get
enough, feel enough. Being with her . . . The sex was so much more than
just sex. Intense, incredible. Holding back the pleasure got more difficult
with every lunge inside her lush body, especially as she tightened around
him, gasping and mewling.
“Yes!” she cried in his ear as she brought her body flush against his.
“Luc . . . Oh, God!”
Hearing her scream his name was killing his self-control. He wanted to
lavish pleasure on her for hours, days. But the heat was combustive,
burning him up with liquid fire. The pressure, the need, gnawed at his
composure. Still, he vowed to take Alyssa with him.
Her breast bobbed in front of his mouth, and he took its tender tip in
and sucked. She arched her back, pressing her nipple against his tongue.
Against her flesh, he whispered, “Come for me.”
“Yes,” she sobbed and clamped down on his cock.
He couldn‟t hold it in anymore. The base of his spine tingled. His balls
tightened. Thankfully, Alyssa was with him, gripping him tight with her
pussy, then milking him with hard pulses and desperate kisses across his
face, her arms tight around his neck. Luc clung to her while he surged
inside her as deep as possible and nudged her cervix.
For a greedy, unguarded moment, he imagined Alyssa wearing his
ring, beside him in bed every night, in their house, with
his
child swelling her belly. The thought burst the damn of his self-control and orgasm
crashed over him. The vision still dancing in his head, he exploded deep in
her body.
After the last shudder, his brain kicked in. What a fucking ridiculous
fantasy—for so many reasons.
As soon as Alyssa caught her breath, she slumped against him.