touching,” she whispered.
“That’s going to be rather difficult for me,” he growled, wondering what kind of game she would play with him.
She pulled his shirt up and over his head then tossed it to the floor. Nipping and licking, she blazed a trail of fire along his chest. He fisted her hair. “See, I can’t help but touch you.”
“I can fix that.” Her lips formed into a smile so wicked he wanted to run his tongue along the full, pink flesh.
She grabbed his belt buckle, and before he could exhale, she had his pants slid down around his ankles. The woman was going to be unstoppable. He stepped out of his pants, his erection jutting forward. Sarah wrapped her hand around its girth and slid along his length.
He moaned, closing his lids halfway. “You still have your clothes on.”
“Uh huh. I need you on the bed.” Her voice was low and sultry, and he would have done anything she asked at that moment.
Brock took the three steps to the bed and crawled across it. Lying in the middle, he waited for her next move. It wasn’t long before her intent was made clear. Sarah reached for his right wrist then pulled his arm above his head. Something soft touched his skin.
“You do realize I can break your bonds—unless, of course, these are encased with some kind of magic I don’t detect.” He hid his amusement. So his little dove intended to take control? The thought caused his cock to throb harder.
“Of course, I know that.” She crawled over him to reach his other wrist, letting her hair tickle his chest in the process. “However, escape will be the last thing on your mind.” A mischievous glint sparked in her blue eyes. “That I promise.”
He shuddered with anticipation.
Once she had him secure, she moved off the bed and stood at his feet, giving him the perfect view. She fondled the hem of her tank top then lifted slowly until just a hint of tanned flesh peeked out. Inch by agonizing inch, she raised the pink fabric until it was over her head then tossed it to the floor. The red bra she wore barely covered her nipples, leaving the soft swell of her breasts exposed.
Brock licked his lips, remembering the taste of her rosy buds in his mouth.
She reached for the tie in her hair and slipped it free then gave her head a shake so the dark curls spilled across her shoulders. She moistened her lips until they glistened.
He groaned, imagining the glossy, plump flesh wrapped around his cock and him filling her mouth with his seed. “This is sheer torture you know.”
Sarah ran her palms along her waist and across her stomach until her fingers had hold of the button to her pants. “It’s intended to be torture.” She batted her lashes. “But in a seductive way.”
In slow motion, she unbuttoned the capris then lowered the zipper. Her fingers disappeared under the denim and pushed the pants to the floor. With the grace of a ballerina she stepped free and kicked them aside.
Brock’s breathing increased. Before him was a goddess, clad in a bra and matching panties. He wanted to rip them off her body with his teeth. His mouth watered, and he ached to run his tongue along every soft curve. Needed to slip his cock between her long, silky thighs and fuck her until she screamed. He could break free and do those things and more. However, he was actually enjoying the torture and wanted to see what she would do next.
He didn’t have long to wait before her hands were again running along her golden flesh. Up across her toned abs, to her breasts where she cupped and pushed them together. She slipped the straps of her bra down her shoulders. With one hand placed across her breasts, the other reached around back and undid the clasp. The fabric fell, but she kept it from going too far.
“Damn, darlin’, you’re killing me. Let me see those beautiful breasts.”
She smiled. “Say please.”
“Shit. Please, and if you come closer, I promise to worship them.”
She let out a giggle. “You’re such a good
“That’s going to be rather difficult for me,” he growled, wondering what kind of game she would play with him.
She pulled his shirt up and over his head then tossed it to the floor. Nipping and licking, she blazed a trail of fire along his chest. He fisted her hair. “See, I can’t help but touch you.”
“I can fix that.” Her lips formed into a smile so wicked he wanted to run his tongue along the full, pink flesh.
She grabbed his belt buckle, and before he could exhale, she had his pants slid down around his ankles. The woman was going to be unstoppable. He stepped out of his pants, his erection jutting forward. Sarah wrapped her hand around its girth and slid along his length.
He moaned, closing his lids halfway. “You still have your clothes on.”
“Uh huh. I need you on the bed.” Her voice was low and sultry, and he would have done anything she asked at that moment.
Brock took the three steps to the bed and crawled across it. Lying in the middle, he waited for her next move. It wasn’t long before her intent was made clear. Sarah reached for his right wrist then pulled his arm above his head. Something soft touched his skin.
“You do realize I can break your bonds—unless, of course, these are encased with some kind of magic I don’t detect.” He hid his amusement. So his little dove intended to take control? The thought caused his cock to throb harder.
“Of course, I know that.” She crawled over him to reach his other wrist, letting her hair tickle his chest in the process. “However, escape will be the last thing on your mind.” A mischievous glint sparked in her blue eyes. “That I promise.”
He shuddered with anticipation.
Once she had him secure, she moved off the bed and stood at his feet, giving him the perfect view. She fondled the hem of her tank top then lifted slowly until just a hint of tanned flesh peeked out. Inch by agonizing inch, she raised the pink fabric until it was over her head then tossed it to the floor. The red bra she wore barely covered her nipples, leaving the soft swell of her breasts exposed.
Brock licked his lips, remembering the taste of her rosy buds in his mouth.
She reached for the tie in her hair and slipped it free then gave her head a shake so the dark curls spilled across her shoulders. She moistened her lips until they glistened.
He groaned, imagining the glossy, plump flesh wrapped around his cock and him filling her mouth with his seed. “This is sheer torture you know.”
Sarah ran her palms along her waist and across her stomach until her fingers had hold of the button to her pants. “It’s intended to be torture.” She batted her lashes. “But in a seductive way.”
In slow motion, she unbuttoned the capris then lowered the zipper. Her fingers disappeared under the denim and pushed the pants to the floor. With the grace of a ballerina she stepped free and kicked them aside.
Brock’s breathing increased. Before him was a goddess, clad in a bra and matching panties. He wanted to rip them off her body with his teeth. His mouth watered, and he ached to run his tongue along every soft curve. Needed to slip his cock between her long, silky thighs and fuck her until she screamed. He could break free and do those things and more. However, he was actually enjoying the torture and wanted to see what she would do next.
He didn’t have long to wait before her hands were again running along her golden flesh. Up across her toned abs, to her breasts where she cupped and pushed them together. She slipped the straps of her bra down her shoulders. With one hand placed across her breasts, the other reached around back and undid the clasp. The fabric fell, but she kept it from going too far.
“Damn, darlin’, you’re killing me. Let me see those beautiful breasts.”
She smiled. “Say please.”
“Shit. Please, and if you come closer, I promise to worship them.”
She let out a giggle. “You’re such a good
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