Lora Leigh - Soul Deep

“Kiss me,” she whispered, her head falling back, staring up at him in dazed wonder.

He was so good-looking. Native American features, black, black eyes, long black hair that spilled over the side of his neck as he watched her with hungry intent. He didn’t look like a man willing to kill. Those weren’t the cold blue eyes that stared at her from behind a mask, and his voice wasn’t filled with hatred.

“Ah sweetheart, that’s what has us in this mess now,” he growled, his hand tightening at her buttock, pulling at the flesh.

The action sent a strange, tightening sensation through her anus. She flushed as she remembered his fingers there, spearing into her, opening her as his mouth ate at her clit, sucking her in and sending her flying. She wanted it again.

“You did this,” she groaned, aching so bad she wondered if she would survive it. “You did this to me. Now fix it.”

A rumbled growl vibrated in his chest.

“Soon.”

“Now.”

A rough chuckle, almost pain-filled, washed over her senses.

“We have company, baby. You want me to make you scream in front of them?”

“I don’t care.” And she didn’t. All of fucking Washington D.C. could be looking on at that moment and she wouldn’t care. “Kiss me.”

She needed his taste again.

She wiggled her hands from beneath his then, one moving to cup the hard erection as he stiffened, a hiss echoing in her ear. The other worked at his jeans again.

Her friend, Beth, had swore that all you had to do was touch their cocks and they were putty in your hands. Was it true?

The snap came undone, the zipper rasped down, and suddenly her hands were filled with steel-hard, iron-hot male cock.

“Damn it to hell,” he cursed roughly, his big body trembling as she wrapped both hands around impossibly thick flesh.

The head was flared, the shaft roughly ridged as blood pulsed just beneath the flesh. Her mouth watered. She wanted to taste him, make him as crazy with her mouth as he made her with his.

“Simon, goddammit, I’m not going to last like this.”

His rough curse was ignored. He wasn’t saying her name, so what the hell did she care? She tried to wiggle down further, whimpering as his hard hands held her in place.

“Five more hours, Kiowa.”

Five hours? The comment had laughter rippling through her mind. If anyone thought she was going to wait five hours and suffer through this agony of arousal, they were crazier than hell.

“Kiss me,” she whispered again, staring up at him in the dim light of the vehicle they were obviously traveling in. “Kiss me or let me touch you. Please.”

His expression was tortured.

“Don’t you do it, Kiowa. Dammit, we don’t have time to stop for this shit.”

She wished that voice would just shut the hell up.

She licked her lips slowly.

“I need you. It hurts, Kiowa.”

His name whispering from her lips was the trigger. She gave herself a mental high five as a rough groan shuddered from him and his head lowered.

There was the taste, the heat she needed. Amanda opened her lips for his tongue, clamping down on it and suckling eagerly as it filled her mouth. She twisted against him, feeling his cock throb harder in her hand as he began to move over her body.

He laid her flat, coming over her as his big hand pushed the bodice of her gown down, his fingers gripping her nipple as he pumped his tongue in her mouth. Her hands lost contact with his erection, but that was okay, she needed his shoulders to hold onto as the pain and the pleasure began to whip through her nervous system.

The heat built higher, hotter. Her nipple, inflamed and begging for more, throbbed between his fingers as he tugged at it, his fingers pressing into it and making lightning sear her clit.

His knee pressed hers apart as his thigh shoved against her pussy, making her gasp as it ground into her clit. Sweet mercy, yes. She wanted to scream with the pleasure, but his mouth covered hers, his tongue filling her, stroking her, making her twist and shudder beneath him as the pleasure tore through her.

“Goddammit, Simon.” He jerked his head back, holding her close again as he fought for air, his grip on her nipple making her whimper.

God, it was so good. She wanted his mouth there, his teeth, the wet heat searing her from the inside out.

An argument ensued. She really didn’t care what it was over. Her lips were busy at his neck, his chest, moving down, her hunger for his cock driving her past sanity. She had always thought she would love giving head. Reading about it had made her mouth water, the thought of being held, hard hands tangled in her hair as they were now, forcing her mouth to fill with steel-hard male flesh, feeling it fuck between her lips as harsh male groans echoed in her ears.

She reach the damp crest, her tongue swiping over it eagerly as he suddenly stilled and the vehicle came to a rocking stop. Car doors slammed, then the blanket was jerked from her as both hands held her head as the thick hot flesh speared between her lips.

“Fuck yes!” Kiowa was in heaven. Or hell. He wasn’t certain which yet, but he knew for damned sure that kissing the hot little package whose mouth was currently filled with his dick, hadn’t been his brightest moment.

He leaned back, panting as he watched several inches of his thick erection stretch that sweet rosebud mouth. The light of the moon speared into the vehicle, his own eyesight perfect, enhancing the sight.

Her tongue was swirling around the head, her mouth sucking at him desperately. He was going to fuck her. He knew he was. He was going to spread those pretty thighs and watch every inch of his flesh disappear inside her pretty cunt. He was going to have to do it soon before he was going to spill his pleasure in her mouth instead.

Would it matter? He groaned at the thought.

“Suck it, baby.” He pulled her hair, because he knew she liked the pain.

He was rewarded by another inch disappearing into her mouth as he felt a hard pulse of semen—although it didn’t feel like semen—gush into her mouth.

What was that? The pleasure from it stripped his control, almost like getting off just enough for relief, but this time, there was no relief, the hunger burned brighter, hotter instead.

The taste must have pleased her. She took another inch, her lips flattening, her tongue like liquid fire as it stroked the sensitive little spot just beneath the tapered crest.

“Damn, your mouth is hot. Hot and sweet. Suck that cock, baby. Show me how much you need it, how much you want it.”

Another hot spurt of fluid and she was devouring him. Her mouth was working on him with wet precision, drawing his balls up to the base of his erection as he gritted his teeth and fought the impending explosion.

He didn’t want to rush this. Didn’t want it to end. Not yet. It was too hot, too much pleasure, more than he had ever known in his life. Her mouth moved on his so sweetly, snug and tight, her tongue licking him like a favorite treat as his hands kneaded her hair firmly.

Oh, she liked that. She whimpered around his dick, one hand tightening on the base of this erection as the fingers of the other pricked at the flesh of his thigh.

He had never been a gentle man, not in his dealings with others or sexually. He was what he was, simple, basic. He spoke when he needed to, did his job the best he could and fucked for the sheer pleasure of it. He had never taken a woman who didn’t know exactly what she was doing and he had never lost control with one.

He was on the verge of losing control with this one.

“Enough.” He had to force himself to raise her head, grimacing in pleasure at the sound of the little pop his cock made as it exited her mouth.