Pleasure Bound - Complete (55 page)

His kisses became bolder.

The hands on her ass cheeks massaged harder, pressing her into his hard flesh.

Heated blood surged through her veins. Her soft whimper sliced through the air.

To her disappointment, he broke the kiss.

His breath sounded labored and shallow. Unmistakable desire shone in his eye. Piper’s heart exploded against her chest as his cock pulsed against her lower abdomen.

She lowered her head, her mouth tasting and kissing the expanse of his damp chest. Her lips played over the soft dark hairs, the thick raised scars as she eagerly sought the disfigured nipple she’d noticed earlier.

When she drew the tight bud into her mouth, he inhaled sharply. The heat of his fingers sifted tenderly through the strands of her hair. His heart pounded against her lips, his strong masculine scent slammed into her lungs.

Her hands flew over his ribs along his sides running freely down the cleft in his back.

She twirled her tongue around his nipple until it tightened into a hard pebble. Then she bit gently into the dark flesh, making an erotic groan escape past his lips.

It was a primal sound, ripped from his lungs, a wonderful sound that urged her to leave his nipple and travel downward.

Dropping to her knees, she kissed along the fluffy hair that arrowed down over his stomach, following it to the most beautiful bulge she’d ever seen in her life, a full-blown erection that writhed against the loincloth, begging for release.

When her fingers found the ties of his loincloth at the sides of his waist, she pulled gently.

The cloth dropped away.

She swallowed as his long, thick cock sprang free like a wild serpent.

Sweet love!

The man was built like a god!

His shaft stretched straight out at her. At least nine, thick inches long. Shaded an angry purple, she swore she could see the blood pulse through those lovely veins that interwove wildly throughout his thick staff. The mushroom-shaped head burst forth from its sheath, a dot of pre-come at the slit.

Piper licked her lips with anticipation.

A sweet sexual energy rampaged through her making her feel more alive than she’d felt in a long time.

A thick, black nest of curly hair encased his rigid shaft. Blood roared through her ears as she stared at the two egg-shaped globes, large and ready to burst.

His hands tangled in her hair. With firm pressure, he held her head still, and pressed his hard erection against her lips.

Her pussy fluttered at the thought of his glorious size penetrating her vagina, stretching her muscles, struggling into her tight slit until he filled her so completely she’d scream out her enjoyment.

A clean scent of soap washed through her nostrils. The thought of him having bathed somewhere, crystal water brushing over his muscular chest as his strong hands rubbed sudsy soap all around his big cock and heavy balls sent a delicious shot of passion into her.

Piper parted her lips.

The swollen tip of his hot shaft invaded her mouth.

Her hands found his hard ass cheeks and she held tight, those sizzling muscles contracting beneath her fingertips.

The movement of his hard flesh sliding deeper into her mouth, stretching her lips encouraged her to clamp tightly around his thick erection.

He groaned his approval.

His reaction was amazing. She’d never done this before. Never had a cock in her mouth before. What should she do?

As if having a mind of its own, her tongue flung forward and touched the tip of his mushroom-shaped head. He tasted salty, the skin of his cock velvety soft as it covered his rock-hard shaft.

As if reading her thoughts, he muttered softly, “Suck me, woman. Suck me real hard.”

Excitement roared through her.

She curled her lips tighter around his hot pulsing flesh; at the same time, her tongue massaged his bulging tip.

He groaned again, a wild animal growl that urged her on. Emptying the air from her cheeks, she created a furious sucking motion. He gasped as if in pain, but his hands kept her head steady as he slowly moved his shaft in and out of her mouth.

She kept the suctioning movements going, her tongue swirling and prodding against the salty tip as she lifted her eyes to stare up at his face.

His one eye was dark as he looked down at her. It was dark, and filled with lust and pleasure.

To her surprise, he smiled.

Her heart responded and crashed splendidly against her chest. She drew her lips even tighter around his hot flesh if that was possible, her cheeks hollowing out until she felt the insides of her mouth hugging his rigid cock.

His deep groans echoed throughout the room.

She whimpered in response. Her pussy shivered, her vagina muscles clenched around a huge phantom cock as she imagined him sliding into her slit, impaling her.

Her fingers dug harder into his muscular ass cheeks, pulling him closer, urging his cock deeper until he hit the back of her tonsils. For a split second, she thought she might gag, but instinctively relaxed the back of her throat and allowed him to sink even deeper.

Deep throat.

Now she knew the true meaning of the word.

He pulled his cock out slowly, and she sipped at the salty liquid dripping from his slit.

She kept her eyes glued to his face.

His smile had disappeared; his mouth drew tight in a grimace. His eye scrunched closed as he slammed his cock in and out of the tight vacuum her lips and cheeks created.

He thrust his hips forward again; her mouth eagerly sucked his rigid flesh. There was so much more length than what she could take and he seemed to know when to stop and when to pull back.

Her friends, even her sisters, said it was better for a woman, or the man himself, to wrap a hand around the base of his shaft to stop him from entering his cock too deeply into her mouth, preventing injury to her when he became lost in the bliss of pleasure.

But this man possessed an amazing control and knew how deep he could go. He knew exactly when to pull back, as if he’d done this to women many times and knew how far he could penetrate with his long shaft.

Mixed emotions shot through her.

Jealousy that he could have serviced many women—hurt that maybe he was only using her for his own sexual release.

Though—most of all—excitement burned through her.

Perhaps he was one of those sex slaves her brothers had mentioned in the message they’d sent back to Earth? Maybe that’s why this man had suckled her clit so exquisitely.

Was he a man trained to give pleasure to a woman?

“I am coming!” he groaned.

His tortured voice ripped her from her thoughts. He thrust his hips forward again and buried his rod deep into her throat.

“Oh, Goddess, I am coming!”

He slid his slippery rod out and in again. Long, smooth strokes that slithered erotically against her lips making them swell and quiver with arousal.

His body jerked. His big cock exploded. Piper clamped her lips tight and sucked valiantly at his release and listened to his harsh gasps rent the mild night air.

She drained him of his seed and became lost in the sounds of her suckling, the moans of his release until finally he became quiet. With his semi-limp cock still imprisoned by her mouth, she looked up at him; wanting to see the sexual satisfaction on his face, instead she froze.

He looked angry.

Had she not done a good enough job in pleasing him?

He exhaled loudly. Then he let go of the sides of her head, and backed away from her, allowing his cock to slip free from her trembling lips.

He picked her up off the floor, cradling her in his arms.

The hot feel of his flesh pressing against her nakedness, the earthy scent of male made Piper swoon.

He was going to put her upon the bed and fuck her!

She wanted him with every ounce of her strength. Wanted this stranger’s hard cock thrusting into her quivering vagina like she’d just filled her mouth.

Sexual desperation made her cry out. He paid her no heed.

He simply lay her on the bed and covered her with the hairy sheet, leaving her fully aroused and so weak, she couldn’t even lift her hand to slide it between her legs and bring her hot pussy some relief.

“Rest assured,” he said coldly. “This will not happen again.”

Despite his frosty voice, feverish lust shone bright in his eye. She noted his cock had hardened and straightened once again.

He turned his broad, scarred back to her, and left her to whimper her sexual frustration to the empty room.

* * * * *

Gods of Freedom
!
Was he insane
? Fucking a woman’s mouth while she was still recovering from the sex fevers and was so weak. He could have hurt her.

Yet, he hadn’t been able to stop himself. Hadn’t been able to end the torrent of desire ripping through his shaft as she’d kneeled like a goddess between his legs, her silky hands clutching his ass cheeks, her feminine fingers digging deep into his flesh and taking his sex-tormented cock into her mouth.

He’d been totally captivated by the lusty look in her eyes.

Her sparkling brown eyes had mesmerized him. Had made him weak to her womanly charms.

All the promises he’d made to himself about remaining distant from the woman, any woman, had simply vanished. Promises he’d made that he would never become a woman’s sex slave again had disintegrated as if it meant nothing.

And here he was, servicing himself on an ill woman. It was hard not to turn around and head back to the room. Agonizing to deny his fingers the silky touch of her soft, brown hair or caress those delicious womanly curves.

His cock jerked violently at the memory.

Jarod swore.

He was so hard he couldn’t wait to plunge his stiff cock deep into her hot pussy.

Clutching his hands into frustrated fists, he halted and looked back up at the tree house with the buttery light spilling from the small windows. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t go back up there. If he did, he would fuck her endlessly until this powerful lust burning throughout his feverish body went away.

Clutching his hatred of women back into his heart, Jarod turned around and descended the stairs the rest of the way.

He’d dive into the cool river, that’s what he’d do. He doubted anything would dampen the fire the woman’s mouth had stoked inside his shaft, but he had to try.

Deep down though, he knew nothing would alleviate the sexual pressure building inside his body. Nothing would extinguish this intense yearning to couple with the woman. Nothing would help him but plunging his now rock-hard cock deep into her spasming channel.

Chapter Three

Much to Piper’s annoyance, Jarod kept her in bed the entire next day. Coming and going only to make sure she ate and to carry her down to go to the bathroom. He seemed distant and cold to the point Piper almost cried out her sexual frustration every time she saw him.

Why she was reacting like some deprived hussy troubled her. She’d never acted this way on Earth. Back home she’d possessed a level, calm head dating men who were safe, men who had a solid job, a secure future. A man who would be a great provider for their kids.

In essence, she realized she’d only dated men who were boring. This guy was totally opposite of what she’d always looked for in a potential mate.

He was well built, in a natural sort of way. Not the hard muscles of guys who worked out in a gym, but sensually shaped muscles from hard physical labor.

What kind of labor, she didn’t have a clue. Obviously, he didn’t have a job in an office, nor did he live in a nice house. Heck! He lived in a tree house.

Like Tarzan.

And she was Jane.

Jane of the jungle who ached for another searing kiss from him, Jane who needed to feel his thick rod pulse in her mouth again, craved to have that gorgeous cock thrusting between her thighs.

She sighed. Most of all, she wished she could pry away his layers of anger and maybe even get rid of the hatred toward her.

By evening, Taylor hadn’t come back, and she noticed that Jarod was getting worried. He hadn’t said anything about it when he’d checked in on her, but during his absences she’d sneak out of bed on tender feet to look out the windows of the tree house.

On more than one occasion, she discovered Jarod standing twenty feet below staring into the jungle, a frown on his face.

His tormented face echoed her thoughts.

Where was Taylor?

Had he found her sisters? Were they hurt badly? Is that why he was taking so long?

She knew both of her sisters had been injured. How badly, she’d no idea. They’d all had cuts and scrapes and bruises, and had fought to get out of the brown, smelly water and fingerlike weeds that had threatened to drown them.

Maybe Taylor hadn’t found them and he was widening his search?