jaw burned as he scraped across her sex, but what was one more fire when she was engulfed in a conflagration?
She squeezed her anal muscles around the plug and prayed she could hold off orgasm until he gave permission.
Without a signal he intended to do so, he removed the plug and leaped to his feet. She sensed rather than saw him move, and then his belt caught her between the legs, snapping against her clit. More fire. Again. And again. She shuddered with the joy of it. Her swollen pussy lips, her clit, her anus received a kiss of leather before he tossed aside the belt.
He rolled on a condom. Realization of his intention trapped the breath in her throat. She’d known they were working toward this moment. He probed her puckered entrance with his thick erection. She relaxed, and he pushed inside. She cried out. Flames seared her passage; her ass burned inside and out. So much pressure. So much pleasure. So full. How could she take him?
“Mine.” He penetrated another inch. “Mine. Mine. Mine.” With each utterance he impaled her deeper, until he seated himself. Warmer, longer, thicker than the plug, his cock was no less rigid as he filled her more intimately than he ever had. She felt as if she’d existed for this moment, to be taken by him this way, his much larger masculine body claiming her smaller one, his cock huge inside her.
On sensation overload, she clawed at the sheet.
Linc slid his hand under her body and curled it between her legs. He pressed the heel of his palm against her mons and sank his fingers into her pussy. Two, three, she couldn’t tell how many. And then he lifted her, taking her weight on his forearm, causing her to strain on tiptoes, captured between the fingers in her cunt and the hardness claiming her ass. She could move nowhere but where he allowed her.
Rational Linc, the polite, indulgent husband who said please and thank you had disappeared, replaced by a man who took without asking, who demanded, who owned. Her man. The one who bit her neck hard enough to bruise and growled commands into her ear as he fucked her ass.
“Give it to me, Gina. All of it. Come now.”
She did.
And he followed, his condom-covered cock twitching inside her. After their orgasms subsided, he settled her to rest on the bed, slumped on top of her, and maintained his possession as they heaved in sync. With passion spent, she was more aware of his fingers and his cock inside her. More aware of her place in his life.
He’d chastised her. Claimed her. And loved her. He would never give her cause to doubt his feelings.
She vowed he would never doubt hers.
She’d have no trouble keeping that promise.
Loose Id Titles by Cara Bristol
Destiny’s Chance
Reckless in Moonlight
* * * *
The ROD AND CANE SOCIETY Series
Unexpected Consequences
False Pretenses
Body Politics
* * * *
Disciplinary Measures
(a Rod and Cane Society Spring Fling)
Cara Bristol
Cara Bristol writes the kind of romance she likes to read: spicy tales of love and lust that are fun, sexy, and stirring. She believes a touch of taboo or a hint of kink only makes a love story that much hotter.
When she’s not whipping up erotic stories, Cara loves to travel the world with her husband, walk the beach of the Pacific Northwest island where she lives, and though she hates to admit it, watch reality TV shows. Oh, and she reads -- erotic romance, of course.
Cara loves to hear from readers! Check out the links below to find out how to contact her.
Main Web site: http://carabristol.com
Blog: http://romancewritersbehavingbadly.blogspot.com
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/#!/CaraBristol
Email: [email protected]
She squeezed her anal muscles around the plug and prayed she could hold off orgasm until he gave permission.
Without a signal he intended to do so, he removed the plug and leaped to his feet. She sensed rather than saw him move, and then his belt caught her between the legs, snapping against her clit. More fire. Again. And again. She shuddered with the joy of it. Her swollen pussy lips, her clit, her anus received a kiss of leather before he tossed aside the belt.
He rolled on a condom. Realization of his intention trapped the breath in her throat. She’d known they were working toward this moment. He probed her puckered entrance with his thick erection. She relaxed, and he pushed inside. She cried out. Flames seared her passage; her ass burned inside and out. So much pressure. So much pleasure. So full. How could she take him?
“Mine.” He penetrated another inch. “Mine. Mine. Mine.” With each utterance he impaled her deeper, until he seated himself. Warmer, longer, thicker than the plug, his cock was no less rigid as he filled her more intimately than he ever had. She felt as if she’d existed for this moment, to be taken by him this way, his much larger masculine body claiming her smaller one, his cock huge inside her.
On sensation overload, she clawed at the sheet.
Linc slid his hand under her body and curled it between her legs. He pressed the heel of his palm against her mons and sank his fingers into her pussy. Two, three, she couldn’t tell how many. And then he lifted her, taking her weight on his forearm, causing her to strain on tiptoes, captured between the fingers in her cunt and the hardness claiming her ass. She could move nowhere but where he allowed her.
Rational Linc, the polite, indulgent husband who said please and thank you had disappeared, replaced by a man who took without asking, who demanded, who owned. Her man. The one who bit her neck hard enough to bruise and growled commands into her ear as he fucked her ass.
“Give it to me, Gina. All of it. Come now.”
She did.
And he followed, his condom-covered cock twitching inside her. After their orgasms subsided, he settled her to rest on the bed, slumped on top of her, and maintained his possession as they heaved in sync. With passion spent, she was more aware of his fingers and his cock inside her. More aware of her place in his life.
He’d chastised her. Claimed her. And loved her. He would never give her cause to doubt his feelings.
She vowed he would never doubt hers.
She’d have no trouble keeping that promise.
Loose Id Titles by Cara Bristol
Destiny’s Chance
Reckless in Moonlight
* * * *
The ROD AND CANE SOCIETY Series
Unexpected Consequences
False Pretenses
Body Politics
* * * *
Disciplinary Measures
(a Rod and Cane Society Spring Fling)
Cara Bristol
Cara Bristol writes the kind of romance she likes to read: spicy tales of love and lust that are fun, sexy, and stirring. She believes a touch of taboo or a hint of kink only makes a love story that much hotter.
When she’s not whipping up erotic stories, Cara loves to travel the world with her husband, walk the beach of the Pacific Northwest island where she lives, and though she hates to admit it, watch reality TV shows. Oh, and she reads -- erotic romance, of course.
Cara loves to hear from readers! Check out the links below to find out how to contact her.
Main Web site: http://carabristol.com
Blog: http://romancewritersbehavingbadly.blogspot.com
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/#!/CaraBristol
Email: [email protected]
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