Free Colter's Revenge by Jan Springer

pulsed and beaded even harder in reaction.
    He did the same to her other glass-peaked nipple, brushing it with featherlight touches with the tips of his fingers until she couldn’t stop herself from arching toward him.
    “You never could resist my touch.”
    “You’re an arrogant son of a bitch,” she whispered. Please, don’t stop doing what you’re doing.
    “Your nipples are so damn beautiful. Like tiny, delicate rosebuds.”
    She cried out as he used a small gadget to pry the rubber ring off her sore flesh. When her nipples were free, they pulsed and screamed with pleasure-pain as the blood rushed back. Colter was quick to come to her rescue. He sat up and curled his hands around her waist, pressing his face into her swollen breast, sucking one aching nipple at a time into his wonderfully hot mouth, the velvety yet abrasive texture of his wet 43
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    tongue ravishing her flesh, flaming an erotic line of fire through her tender globes, which subsequently erupted between her thighs, deep inside her pussy.
    “Let my hands loose,” she whispered, desperation roaring through her. She wanted to wrap her hands around his neck and push his face harder against her breasts. Wanted to feel the bristle of his sexy five o’clock shadow rake her nipples.
    “Not on your life.”
    “Colter, please…” His caressing mouth was burning her alive, making her think naughty things, making her forget why she’d come to Pleasure Palace in the first place. The way his teeth nipped and bit made her breasts flame. Oh, God! His luscious mouth would be the death of her.
    When he finally pulled away, it was all she could do to whimper her distress.
    “That’s enough for now, Starry Eyes.”
    For now?
    “Time to get ready for bed.”
    Her eyes popped open.
    Bed?
    “First, a shower.”
    Her breath backed up in her lungs as she waited for him to grab her arm and lead her into the shower with him. Disappointment roared through her as, without looking back, he headed into her bathroom and quietly shut the door behind him.
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    Colter pressed his back against the bathroom door, wiped the perspiration beading his forehead and closed his eyes as the familiar lusty need churned through him. The need to dominate her. The need to brand her for his very own. To never let another man touch her.
    His grip on revenge was sinking fast. He couldn’t go through with it. At least not without remembering how good the sex had been between Ashley and him. Maybe he should forget about revenge and concentrate on getting the X-virus cure. Maybe he should just leave Ashley here. Forget about her.
    He should be sucking up to Cheri Blakely. Following Cheri Blakely—fucking her until she handed over the cure. He could grab it and never look back. Do it before he did something with Ashley he might regret.
    Despite her saying she didn’t want him, he could read the sexual hunger devouring her eyes, felt the lusty tension in the eager way her satiny lips had melted around his cock.
    He hadn’t planned on having her go down on him. Hadn’t planned it until he’d entered the room and seen her sitting on the bed, her hands cuffed, her generous breasts thrust out like sacrificial offerings with those two red, plump nipples that 44
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    looked like cherries, her long legs hiding her pretty little pussy from his view. Her pretty lips parted in that familiar look of lust whenever she looked at him. The erotic sight had made him hot.
    Too hot to think clearly.
    Merely touching her hard nipples then sucking the sweet buds into his mouth, feeling her burning flesh press eagerly against his tongue…it had pretty much caved in any resistance he had. He’d wanted to fuck her tight pussy right then and there. The erotic sight of her luscious curves had clouded his thinking. Had made his cock ache and tighten so painfully the only immediate way he could allow himself relief was from her pretty, pouty mouth.
    The blowjob had been…well,