Free Hammered by Desiree Holt

eased the dress over her head and made
quick work of her lacy bra. Lifting her and moving her around on the bed so her
head was on the pillows, he straddled her body and took her breasts in his
hands. He cradled them in his palms, thumbs rasping lightly against nipples so
sensitive she cried out at his touch.
    When he bent his head to take one taut bud into his mouth
she moaned in delicious pain, her hands reaching up to clasp his head and keep
it in one place. He spent a long time worshiping her breasts, murmuring how
beautiful they were and admiring her nipples. Sucking, nipping, squeezing,
alternating with feather kisses along her neck and at the hollow of her throat
where she could feel the thrum of her pulse.
    She tugged his shirt from his trousers, desperate to feel
the nakedness of his skin beneath her hands. His back was hard, the muscles
bunching beneath the taut skin. Her fingers traced every bump of his spine,
dancing from his neck to as far down as she could reach.
    Alex never allowed himself to be distracted by her touch for
even a moment. He worked on her breasts until, unexpectedly, a very soft orgasm
rolled through her, barely more than a hint of one but enough to ramp up her
need for him to truly fuck her. To give her what she wanted. She didn’t ever
remember a man making her come just from playing with her breasts and it was
such a delectable experience. She opened her eyes to see Alex staring into hers
with his own darkened almost to black. A smug expression crawled across his
face.
    “Pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?” she said weakly.
    “Uh huh.” He winked. “And with good reason. You are just a
real tasty treat, Olivia D’Angelo. One I plan to partake of often and freely.”
    Just when had she really lost control of this whole
situation? And she didn’t seem able to summon the energy to regain it.
    “Take off your clothes,” she rasped. “Please.”
    His face flushed with desire. “No problem.”
    He rolled off the bed and stripped with easy efficiency,
tossing his clothes onto a chair. Livy couldn’t control her hunger at the sight
of him. He was like a warrior, every inch of him muscled, dark hair matting his
chest and sprinkled on his forearms and thighs. Wide shoulders narrowed down to
lean hips and thick dark hair surrounded a cock jutting proudly from his groin.
    Ohmigod!
    His chuckle had an edge to it. “Like what you see?”
    “You know I do.” She reached out a hand and wiggled her
fingers. “Gimme.”
    He moved to stand beside the bed and she shifted so she was
sitting upright, legs dangling over the edge. She reached for his penis, ran
her thumb along the pulsing, ropy vein that ran along the underside. Felt the
hard steel of him beneath the velvet soft skin. Rubbed her thumb over the
purple head and smoothed the bead of fluid at the slit around and around.
    Alex gasped and clenched his fists at his side.
    “I don’t have too much control left,” he told her.
    “Too bad,” she teased, barely able to get the words out as
aroused as she was. “Your turn now.”
    And for the moment, at least, she’d regained some kind of
control.
    She used her hands lightly on his shaft, barely enough to
create friction, feeling it jump beneath her touch at each up and down slide.
When she leaned forward and licked the head, probing the slit with her tongue,
the muscles in his stomach tightened and he groaned. And when she cupped his
balls and took him farther into her mouth he made a strangled sound in his
throat.
    “Have mercy,” he begged. “I want to be inside you. Now.”
    She wanted the same thing. Needed it. Giving him one last
swipe with her tongue she leaned back on the bed again and handed control back
to him. How could she deny herself what she wanted so badly?
    “Come on, then,” she told him in a soft voice.
    He grabbed condoms from the nightstand drawer, ripped one
packet open and sheathed himself in seconds. Then he was on the bed again,
trailing kisses from her