Free XXX - 145 Enslave: The Taming of the Beast by Cathy Yardley Page A

breathed against her hair as he tore off his shirt and coat, undoing his pants and letting them drop to the floor. He was hard, jutting out against her. She stared. She hadn’t seen anyone’s penis but Henry’s in…well, ever. She studied it, cupping it in her palm, circling it with her fingers. He groaned, leaning against her. It felt like hot velvet. A bead glistened at the fissure at the tip.
She lifted the bead to her lips with a fingertip, then tasted it with her tongue.
He took off her skirt, leaving her naked on top of his desk as he kicked off his shoes and the rest of his clothes. “God, I’ve wanted you,” he breathed, kissing her again, his hands stroking her chest, her waist. She could feel the hot length of his cock against her thigh.
“Condom,” she breathed, not so far gone that she wasn’t thinking of that.
He chuckled, somewhat embarrassed. Then he opened a desk drawer, producing a foil package. He tore it open with his teeth, then rolled the membrane on.
She expected him to simply go at it: stick it in, get it over with. Instead, he reached down, between her thighs, his fingers parting the darker blond curls over her sex. His touch was gentle but probing. He felt the folds of her, feeling the beginning dampness. He kissed her, distracting her as his fingers slowly plunged deeper, brushing past her sensitive clit, wakening her. Arousing her. She melted against him, her legs starting to circle his, drawing his cock closer to her in creasingly wet slot. He laughed against her lips, his free hand cupping one breast and kneading it, gently, thoroughly.
She started to breathe harder, her body jolting at the sensation. She had expected enduring the sex, as a price for the cash…as a price for her sister’s freedom and safety. She had not expected to enjoy it. She certainly hadn’t expected to enjoy it as much as she currently was. Her hips bucked against his hand as his fingers probed deeper, rubbing against her clit, pushing against her inside.
“More,” she urged, as her body got into the sway of it. Her legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him inexorably closer. “Please.”
“You like this?” he teased.
To her surprise, he tugged her, pulling her off the desk. She stood flat on her bare feet. He nudged her around, leaning her over the desk.
Her body felt cold without his hand delving inside her. This , she thought, would be less enjoyable .
But she was wrong, again. He entered her slowly, but one hand still snaked around her, searching out and finding her clit as he carefully entered her, inch by inch. As he filled her, her body still felt a delicious stirring. He moaned when he finally buried himself to the hilt, his hips brushing the back of her buttocks. Her breasts were pressed against the cold granite of his desktop, her waist balanced along the edge, blocked only by his wrist as he continued to manipulate her clit. He withdrew almost the whole way, then pressed back in, slowly. She sighed when he filled her, and whimpered, ever so slightly, when he retreated.
His pace was relentlessly patient. He stroked inside her calmly, even as her blood began to race and her body began to heat, wanting more than he was giving her. Her breathing went ragged. She backed up against him as he pumped behind her, constantly resisting the enticing wriggle of her ass as she muttered for him to push more, harder, fill her…
He stopped, only the tip inside her. “Do you like this?” he said, and she could tell he was taunting her…drawing it out.
She slammed back, forcing him inside her with a swift plunge that was almost painful, and they both groaned in response. “I want to feel your cock ramming inside me,” she ordered in a rough purr. “I want you to make me come.”
He seemed shocked by the order. Aroused by it.
She’d succeeded in breaking his control. Suddenly, he was plunging into her, grabbing her waist and pulling her against his cock. She breathed hard, trying to catch up as he slammed