Pisces (The Erotic Zodiac Book 3) by Livia Lang Page B

available, begging for her, and based on the bulge in his pants, packing plenty of heat.
    The complete and utter madness of the offer was starting to appeal to her. Maybe it’s time I let myself give in to desire, she thought to herself. My vagina is going to shrivel up and die soon if I don’t get it some action. Besides, who needs to know if I do something bad, just this once?
    Recklessness overcame her. She climbed into his lap, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. The muscles rippled under her touch, and she was amazed by how strong he felt. He was pure power, barely contained in a human body. He radiated sexiness, and her core was clenching from need.
    Their lips crashed together - needy and filled with haste. His tongue pushed its way into her mouth roughly, claiming her as his. He tasted like mint, and she moaned throatily as he began to devour her.
    Pushing down, she ground herself against his crotch. Her clit throbbed at the contact, and she dug her nails into his shirt as excitement built inside of her panties. She still knew what they were doing was absolutely wrong, but she didn't care anymore.
    He slid his hands up her thighs and cupped her ass with his wide palms. He growled as he dug powerful fingers into her flesh, pawing and kneading her. She could feel his erection growing between them, straining his shorts. The monster he was barely able to contain in his clothing was practically pulsing as it struggled to escape and impale her.
    She reached under her dress to pull down her panties, but he roughly grabbed her wrist before she got far.
    "Keep them on; it's hotter like that," he whispered in her ear before nipping the lobe.
    Amara gasped and arched her back. He was making her body hum with need, in a way it had never done before. She felt as if they were the only two people in the world, and the only way for her to continue to breath was with him inside of her.
    "Pull it out," she commanded, lifting her hips off his lap slightly.
    He quickly reached down between them and unzipped his shorts. His long, dark pink cock sprang out. Its head was red, and the tip glistened with pre-cum. She ran her tongue longingly over her lips as she saw its girth.
    "Ten minutes left," he challenged, pulling her panties aside and positioning his dick at her entrance. "Still plenty of time to make you scream."
    Amara dropped her hips, sinking herself slowly down onto his thickness. It stretched and filled her perfectly, making her legs shake as her walls were opened.
    "Oh my god," she whispered.
    Thomas just nodded in response. His normal cockiness had disappeared, and the only expression on his face was one of painful need.
    "Please," he ground out, gripping her hips tightly with his hands.
    He could have bounced her in his lap, taking control of the speed of their fucking. But he stayed still, wanting her in the driver’s seat. Knowing that this powerful man was sitting there, his pleasure completely at her mercy, made Amara wetter than ever.
    She began to work him, sliding herself up and down his length with ease. She rose up slowly, drawing him out of her tight tunnel, then pushed herself downward hard. She kept the rhythm steady, her hands wrapped around the back of his neck to brace herself.
    It didn’t take long for a climax to build in her core. Every movement of her body only brought her higher, making her feel dizzy as her pleasure hit heights she'd never experienced.
    The sounds of their moans filled the room, and Amara had no doubt the people in the hall were getting an earful. She didn't care, though - she was rushing towards the finish line and needed release too badly to stop.
    "So close," she whispered, increasing her pace.
    Thomas ran his thumb over her mound, teasing her pulsing clit. "We've only got seconds before someone finds us in here. Ten, nine, eight, seven," he growled out, rubbing her clit relentlessly. "Six, five, four..."
    Amara shut her eyes, feeling her toes beginning to curl. Her breaths were