Free Night Is Darkest by Jayne Rylon Page B

stuffed her mouth she would have asked what the hell he was rummaging around for at a time like this but she didn’t have to wait long to find out. Content to savor his earthy taste, along with the shudders racking his steel-hard abdomen, her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck him with measured draws.
    Lost in the act of gifting him with pleasure, the press of something smooth and cool against her swollen pussy surprised her. She flinched at the sensation, which contrasted the velvet warmth of Ty’s gifted mouth and fingers.
    He separated them long enough to reassure her. “Relax, little one. I’m going to make this better for you.”
    The bulk of his torso blinded her to his actions, leaving her to focus on his touch alone. When he buried one long finger in her soaked pussy, the sparks of pleasure threatened to burn her to cinders. She paused in her seductive rhythm with his cock nudging her palate. The disruption caused her to choke.
    “You’re alright. Breathe through your nose, sweetheart. You’re doing great.” The gravelly instructions reached through her panic. After she realized it worked, the technique spurred her to experiment. She tipped her head back further and swallowed. The shout of ecstasy that accompanied Ty’s slide into her throat provided all the encouragement she needed.
    Her smug satisfaction at pleasing him flew out the window when he countered with a trick of his own. Beside the intrusion of his broad finger, something prodded the moist mouth of her opening. At first, the addition felt slim, cool and smooth but, as he inserted the object along the length of his embedded digit, it spread her further apart.
    She moaned around Ty’s girth. The wrinkled sac of his balls drew taut against her upper lip.
    “Oh, yeah.” He threw in a light lick on the tip of her clit for good measure. “You like that, don’t you? You’re such a naughty girl—loving being fucked by a turkey baster in the middle of your kitchen. Aren’t you? The blinds are open, you know. What would Mr. Anderson think if he caught a peek?”
    Her hum of acknowledgement inspired another curse from his direction. The taboo component of his actions ratcheted her arousal even higher just as he must have planned. The dual penetration of his finger and the cooking utensil filled her to bursting. In desperation, she attempted to urge him to match her increasing tempo as she continued to massage his cock with her tongue and her oral muscles.
    The tapered section of the implement tunneled deeper, enlarging her rings of muscle to accommodate it. When it lodged fully in her pussy, Ty dipped his head then feathered a light breath across her clit.
    She tried to beg but the bulk of his throbbing erection overflowing her mouth garbled her request. It didn’t matter. Ty knew what she needed. His tongue traced the valley of her slit, circling the tight bundle of nerves at the top, nearly launching her into orgasm. A moment later his lips surrounded her clit. She had to squeeze her eyes shut to concentrate on keeping her teeth away from his shaft.
    Her nails dug into the backs of his thighs as she grabbed for an anchor in an attempt to force her aching flesh closer to the source of her overwhelming pleasure. Lights danced behind her lids. In her mind, angels sang the hallelujah chorus when his amazing tongue flicked across her clit in the perfect counterpoint to his rhythmic nibbles.
    When she thought she couldn’t stand another minute stretched tight on the rack of desire he’d transformed the kitchen island into, he began to thrust his finger and the baster in harmony with the delights provided by his mouth. She writhed beneath him, relishing the press of his ribs and the way his abdomen teased her nipples.
    The veins in his cock bulged as it grew even harder, longer, in her mouth a moment before she tasted the seductive musk of his precum. When he attempted to withdraw she refused to let him retreat, instead redoubling her efforts to make