Teasing Her Marine Master by Lola Rivera Page B

Each of wave pleasure seemed to emanate from deep within her. Her ass clamped rhythmically around Mack's cock. Her pussy fluttered around his fingers. It was too much, too much…
    "Breathe, Jolie." Mack's insistent order pulled her from that haze of ecstasy. She sucked in a series of shuddery breaths. Her vision cleared a bit and her ears were no longer buzzing.
    Mack leaned over her then, his shoulders nudging her bound legs even wider apart. He captured her mouth and started to jackhammer her ass. The stubble on his face rasped her cheek as he nuzzled against her. His tongue stabbed deep in her mouth as his cock plunged in and out of her once virgin but now well-used hole.
    Her whole body was on fire. Her pussy ached with need. Her clit, still super sensitive, responded to the touch of his body. With every thrust, that flat plank of skin along his happy trail rubbed her clit. "Oh! Oh! Ah! Master! Mack! Mack !"
    She climaxed hard and thought for sure she really would die this time. He grunted and fucked her so fast the whole bed shook. With a hard thrust, he buried his dick balls deep and spilled his semen in her willing body. He sagged against her and whispered her name over and over again.
    Lost in the afterglow of the roughest, most amazing fuck of her short life, Jolie trembled beneath him. Reluctantly, he pulled from free from her ass. He carefully untied and uncuffed her. His warm hands were gentle now as he caressed her marked skin. His lips danced across the red spots.
    When he left the bed, she whimpered and reached for him. He caressed her breast and whispered, "I'll be right back."
    She believed him. Eyes closed, she tried to remember what it had felt like before this night. Never again would she be the same. Never would any man come close to giving her what Mack had.
    When he returned to the bed, he carried a hand towel and a damp wash cloth. He cleaned her with such gentleness. She rolled onto her side when he was done and waited for him to come back to bed. He'd carried the toys into the bathroom, probably to clean them. Sometime later, he came back to her side.
    "Hang on," Mack said and tugged the covers down beneath her. He slid into the bed with her and hauled her tight against his chest before tucking the covers around her. "You okay, sugar?"
    "I'm amazing." A sappy smile curved her mouth. "And sleepy."
    "Rest," he whispered. "I'll wake you when it's time to go home."
    She tried to ignore how the thought of being sent home on a walk of shame made her feel. It couldn’t be helped, she reminded herself. This was her daddy's best friend. He would flip the fuck out if he realized what was going on between his baby girl and his friend.
    She really didn't want to think about that right now. She wanted to enjoy what time she had with Mack.
    Snuggling closer, she murmured, "Make sure you wake me."

Chapter Four
    Mack knew the instant Jolie fell asleep. He wasn’t surprised it had taken her less than five minutes to surrender to the pull of sleep. He'd worn her out—and had had a damn good time doing it.
    So what the hell was he going to do with her now? Sending her home grated at his already raw nerves. It wasn't right, but he wanted her. He wanted Jolie. Simple as that, really.
    He just didn't know how to keep her. Derek was going to have an aneurism once he realized what was going on between them. There were no two ways about it. The man was probably going to try to kill him. Luckily for Mack, his skills in that department were far better than Derek's. He'd probably survive but it wouldn't be pretty. For Jolie, though, he had to try.
    A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. This late at night a knock on the door meant trouble. Concerned a neighbor might be sick or in need, he shifted out from beneath Jolie and slid out of bed. She mewled like a kitten but fell right back asleep. Smiling at her, he hopped into his jeans and retrieved his pistol from the bedside drawer. Though it was probably just