Ramagos, Tonya - Strictly Accountable [Stud Service 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (15 page)

She could be herself with him. She could let go of things within her she kept bottled away her entire life. She could let the submissive inside her free.

She nodded, knowing even as she allowed herself the pleasures she always dreamed of but never quite experienced that her world would be torn apart.

* * * *

A primitive possession roiled through Brody’s mind as he watched Sabrina take in what he said, watched her accept the meaning, and lastly, felt her surrender. He knew women, how to read them, how to pleasure them. He made it a point to learn all he could about what made a woman tick, the thoughts going through her pretty head, and the needs warring in her sultry body.

Many things about Sabrina Gibson remained a mystery. Brody looked forward to spending the next sixty years unraveling the marvels that constructed the woman in his arms. The tightened in his chest at the thought reaffirmed the already strengthening knowledge that even a few months with her, even watching her belly grow round with his child, would never be enough.

“Take off your dress.” Lust made his voice low and tight. He released her abruptly enough that she stumbled back a half-step. She stared at him wide-eyed, hesitantly. Damn, the animal she set free inside him with that moment of pure surrender had been caged far too long. He raked a hand down his face, battling an inner war for a control he always held secure. “I want to watch you undress this time.”

A look of veiled hunger moved through her expression, supplying him with all the indication he needed of her willingness to obey and to be pleasured. Her hands shook ever so slightly as she started to remove her dress, slowly peeling away the material, revealing smooth, creamy flesh a microinch at a time until he felt the beast within him prepare to growl. The dress fell in a pool around her feet, leaving her standing in a bra made of sheer lace and matching panties that sent his blood pressure skyrocketing high enough to orbit the moon.

“Sweet Jesus.” Heat built in his body, traveled through his nervous system and settled in his balls. Emotions he recognized as sudden but true swirled inside him, making him weak, making him want. “All of it. Take everything off, Sabrina.”

A spark of innocence he never noticed flickered in her eyes as her fingers closed around the tiny plastic clasp holding the cups of her bra together. He swore he heard the faintest pop as the plastic gave and her breasts fell free. She shrugged the straps off her shoulders, let the bra fall to the floor behind her, and flattened her thumbs on her sides. She dragged her thumbs down in a mouthwatering move that outlined her perfect curves. When her thumbs reached the barely there straps of her g-string, she snagged hold and took the lace down as her hands continued their descent.

Brody broke out in a sweat. Air. It felt like the oxygen in the cottage was steadily seeping out the cracks. He freed the buttons of his shirt, tossed it to the floor as he dragged his gaze slowly up her naked flesh, lingering on her pert breasts. They started to rise and fall with her quickening breaths, her nipples taut points his lips burned to capture and please.

He toed off his boots even as he reached for his belt. She made a sound, the faintest whimper that bordered a plea, and his attention jumped to her face. She didn’t meet his gaze but watched him nervously as he loosened his belt. Her eyes widened as he unfastened the buckle and set to work on the button and zipper.

“This isn’t going to be like the pond, is it?” Her face flushed as he shucked his slacks down, kicked them aside, and moved toward her.

“Is that how you want it?” He knew better. She enjoyed their little exploration in the pond, but she burned for something more. He saw the dark needs she kept hidden from the world, the wicked desires to be pleasured hard and driven to the brink of orgasmic madness.

Sharp teeth bit into her lip, and she shook her head, a quick flash of embarrassment dancing through her eyes.

Brody took her hands, pulled her to the foot of the bed, and guided her to stand between his legs as he sat on the edge. “You know what I’ve been dying to see, to feel since the moment I saw you?” He gave her hands a gentle tug, and she folded easily, sinking to her knees right where he needed her. He cupped her chin and grazed the pad of his thumb over her slightly parted lips. “You bite your lip a lot. Did you know that? You do it especially when you’re thinking. I can’t tell you what it does to me.”

Her tongue peeked from her mouth for a lick before her teeth drew down on her bottom lip. Something sparked in her face, and he immediately defined it as defiance with a swirl of mischief. It almost made him chuckle, but the sound turned to a guttural growl when her lips tilted the slightest fraction in a knowing grin.

“Who would’ve thought you were hiding a vixen beneath all that practicality and professional polish?”

“You thought it.” She got him there. All shyness seemed to dissipate as her gaze dropped pointedly to his cock standing at rigid attention a mere fraction from her sultry mouth. “And you apparently decided to test your theory.”

Brody moved a hand to the back of her neck, cupping her nape and swallowing another growl as excited anticipation flittered through her eyes. “I’m not done testing it yet, darlin’. Suck my cock, Sabrina. Let me feel those pretty lips lock around my shaft.”

He didn’t need to use his hold on her neck to draw her forward. She closed the distance between his dick and her mouth all on her own. He knew the sound she made at the first contact of her lips to his cockhead would be forever etched in his memory. Sweet God above, she would destroy him, but what a way to go.

She licked the crest, a tentative swipe followed immediately, but a more assured one. The tip of her tongue delved into the little slit to lick away the bead of pre-cum, and his hips gave an involuntary jerk. Brody turned his hand over, fisting her hair, but allowed her to remain in control for now. He wanted to see what she would do with his cock. He expected hesitation, even for the shyness to return. Instead, she blew his mind right out of his head.

She filled her mouth with his cock, tonguing the sensitized underside as she swallowed every bit of his length she could manage. Her delicate fingers curled around the base of his dick, applying enough pressure to send a tingling surge of brutal pleasure though his cock and balls. His head fell back, eyes closing as he fought to breathe.

“God, yes, Sabrina. Suck me hard. So hot. So wicked.” His fingers tightened in her hair, his free hand splaying on the top of her head as she started to bob. She hummed, the vibration eliciting a hunger inside him stronger than anything he’d felt before. He forced his head up, wanting to see her, needing to watch as she swallowed his dick. The sight carved another permanent spot in his memory, topping the charts as the most beautiful thing he could think to witness.

Sabrina angled her head, looked up at him from beneath long lashes. Her eyes glowed with arousal and supreme delight with that spark of mischief he noted moments before. She held his gaze as she sucked him deep and hard, her cheeks hollowing to create a vacuum that milked every ounce of sanity and release from his body. Her free hand cupped his balls, massaged his sac, and she bobbed faster, not giving him a chance to hold back or maintain control.

“Oh, hell, yes.” He managed a breath through gritted teeth a nanosecond before hot jets of semen burst from his cockhead into her hungry mouth. He held her head in place, hands tightening in her hair as explosions of pure ecstasy shattered his system.

Sabrina didn’t ease up. Though he held her head steady, she maintained full control of her devilish lips and tongue. She worked them, licking his shaft and flexing her lips until she drank him dry.

Brody let her go as he fell backward onto the bed, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He grunted once, in protest or gratitude he wasn’t quite sure, when he felt the warm paradise of her mouth leave his cock. The bed dipped on either side of his hips as she straddled his waist and scooted onto the bed. He opened one eye to find her hovering over him, moisture glistening around swollen lips tilted in a temptress’s smirk.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Her voice purred with female triumph.

Brody needed to kiss her. It didn’t matter that remnants of his cum dampened her lips or that the taste of his release lingered inside her mouth. He caught her neck, pulling her down and tracing her smile with the tip of his tongue before he delved into the sticky sweet warmth of her mouth.

* * * *

Sabrina’s arms on either side of Brody’s shoulders stopped supporting her weight. Her elbows buckled. Her body melted until she lay on top of him, curves molding to hard planes as he consumed her soul with his kiss. She tingled from her mouth to her toes, her pussy flaming for his cock, drenched and ready to bathe him in her juices.

“Did you?”

His gruff question took a moment to penetrate the arousal clouding her mind. She didn’t want to talk anymore. She didn’t want to think. She only wanted to feel, to touch, and to fuck.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Sabrina?” He used his hold on her nape to turn her head as he nipped and licked his way over her jaw to the sensitive flesh beneath her ear. “Did you like sucking my cock and drinking my cum?”

“Yes.” She couldn’t deny it. The feel of his unyielding cock between her lips, the thick semen that jetted from the slit created sensations of delight within her that brought her to the edge of her own release. She closed her eyes as he tongued her lobe into his mouth, gave it a not-so-gentle bite and then licked away the sliver of pain. “I want more.”

He groaned and dipped his tongue in her ear drawing goose pimples to the surface of her flesh. She shivered. He chuckled. “You’re going to get more.”

His hands closed around her waist, and he lifted her as if she weighed little more than a feather. Before she could wrap her mind around his intent, he positioned her on her belly beside him on the bed and straddled the backs of her thighs. She felt his cock already hard and insistent, pressing against her heated flesh.

Sabrina turned her head, wanting to see him but finding her vision blocked by rose petals and her own shoulder. She puffed out a breath, clearing the petals from her sight, and lifted her head. One large palm skated up her back, closed over the back of her head, and pushed her down again.

“Right here. Relax.”

Dominance and tender need combined in his touch and tone to ignite a riot of confused sensations in her system. He reached for a nearby pillow and used it to support her hips, then curled his fingers around her wrists and guided her arms up, shackling her hands in one of his above her head.

The weight of his body added a wicked thrill to the turmoil of ecstasy brewing inside her. Naked, penned, and at his mercy, Sabrina closed her eyes as his heated breath met her shoulder a nanosecond before he licked and bit. She arched at the collision of pain and pleasure as he marked the back of her shoulder. A strangled sound of plea and need escaped her as he worked to spread her legs enough to accommodate his cock while still straddling her thighs and thrust inside.

“God, yes.” His forehead came down on her shoulder as he buried his cock inside her sodden pussy to the hilt. “Damn, you’re so tight and hot.”

Sabrina lifted her hips, pressing back against him, grinding against his pelvis. To her intense delight, the move drove him deeper inside her and pulled a ragged, animalistic sound from them both.

“That’s it, darlin’.” His breath fanned the side of her face as he held her down, wrists shackled by one of his larger hands, body penned by his heavier, broader one. “Grind my cock. Christ, Sabrina, you feel good.”

She felt great! This night wasn’t turning out to be anything like she had expected. It was wilder, hotter, crossing the line of simple baby-making sex and hurling her into a realm of ecstasy she had never known. Naughty excitement raged within her, stealing her common sense and leaving her completely at his mercy. He set loose sensations inside her she had kept trapped her whole life. They spilled from her now, drawing sensual cries from her lips, compelling her body to move all it could beneath his weight, offering him everything and taking all he would give.

“Brody.” She trembled as feathers of pleasure caressed her womb, tightening her inner muscles around his cock like a fist. Her fingers dug into her palms, arms taut with the need to be free of the vice holding them down. She wanted to touch him, to see him, to watch as he fucked her, as he gave her the seed that would hopefully spawn the life they set to create.