Free Dangerously Inked by Eden Bradley Page B

his cock.
    “Take it out,” he said.
    She drew the boxer-briefs down and off, his thick cock inches from her face. Just looking at it made her want to have it inside her. But she understood that would not be allowed. Yet.
    Her sex squeezed. Her mind emptied. She was exactly where she needed to be.
    “Touch me,” he commanded.
    She smiled a little as she feathered her fingers over the tip of his cock, the skin flushed, his flesh gorgeously swollen. Her pulsing clit was just as needy, but it was his turn.
    She leaned in and breathed on the sensitive head, looked up at him when he moaned.
    “Yeah, that’s it. Take it in your mouth and keep your eyes on mine.”
    She wrapped her fingers around the heavy shaft, guiding the tip to her mouth, and licked.
    “Ah, that’s brilliant,” he murmured, his eyes going dark, gleaming with desire.
    She licked again, and again, lapping at the head, then sucked it into her mouth.
    “Ah, fuck…”
    His hips arched, pressing his big cock down her throat. She took it until her eyes watered, her gaze still locked on his, seeing him watching her, the desire blue flame in his eyes, so erotic it stole her breath. He tasted like sin and flesh and  him . She’d always loved giving head, but with him it felt like service even as it flooded her with a sense of power. She dipped her head, and swallowed as much of him as she could.
    “Ah, Christ…fuck!”
    He picked her up and flung her roughly onto the big Bohemian-style, silk-covered bed that served as her couch. He pushed her facedown into the pile of embroidered pillows, pulled her hips up and began to spank her right away. His big hands were a hard, thudding sting on her flesh. She breathed in the pain, breathed in his scent, and took it, her cheek pressed into the mattress. He smacked her harder, and harder still, until she began to squirm, to moan, only vaguely aware of the sound of his harsh breathing. She was soaking wet, needing to see him, to feel him, the pain bringing pleasure in sharp, electric jolts.
    “Finn,” she gasped between smacks. “Please…”
    “Please what? Please, this?”
    He thrust his fingers inside her, and she came, her body shaking as pleasure roared through her like the thundering ocean that was  him . He kept pumping into her as waves of her climax shuddered through her.
    She was still trembling when he turned her onto her back, his body over hers. His hand went to her throat, tightening just enough that she felt his command down to her bones. His brows were drawn together over his beautiful blue eyes, their expression one of intense concentration. His mouth was loose and lush. Kissable.
    Please…
    “Fuck, Roisin. You are too beautiful. I can’t believe the way you submit to me. So fast. So thoroughly. Just going loose like this… Makes me want to do every dirty thing to you I’ve ever imagined.”
    “Yes, do it,” she murmured, her mind dazed with her orgasm, with her submission. “Sir…”
    He shook his head, some emotion flashing over his handsome features. “Makes me want to just…kiss you…”
    “Oh…yes, please, Sir.”
    He shook his head once more and his voice dropped even lower. “None of that now. No more ‘Sir’. Not now, Rosie.”
    Something in her chest went tight. No, that wasn’t it. Something that had been held tight went lax, as if it had been unshackled. She couldn’t figure it out right now. All she knew was an absolute sense of relief that he wanted to kiss her. It was exactly what she needed.
    He held her chin in his hand, a firm hold full of authority. Then he let his fingers slip away as he bent to touch his lips to hers, so gently she could barely believe it was happening.
    Not with Finn. Not to her. But it was—gentle and lovely as he kissed her softly, his lips brushing, brushing, then opening hers to slip his tongue in like silk.
    He kissed her just like that—sweetly, tenderly—until the desire still flooding her body shifted, went softer. Until something