Free Exquisite Redemption (Iron Horse MC Book 3) by Ann Mayburn Page A

throbbed with the beat of my heart, each rub pushing me closer to the cleansing oblivion of orgasm.
    “You come when I tell you to,” he ordered in a soft but authoritative voice, as though he had every right in the world to make that demand of me.
    “I’ll do whatever I want, including orgasm, thank you very much.”
    He gave my pussy an incredibly long, slow slide over his cock and I bit back a mew as the fat head pushed into my panties. “You want this cock inside of you, you take it however I give it.”
    A hard bolt of lust almost knocked the breath out of me. Who knew I’d get off so much on a guy being bossy? “Whatever.”
    Well, that wasn’t my most eloquent response, but it would have to suffice because he’d begun kissing my neck, his lips doing that devastating soft thing again, so at odds with his harsh voice and almost cruel grip on my hips.
    “I promise you, nothing you can do to yourself will be better than what I can do to you.”
    “You’re crazy,” I scoffed, which would have sounded more convincing if my words hadn’t come out in a breathless whisper.
    “Most beautiful fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen. Swear to God my heart skipped a couple beats the moment I saw you,” he whispered into the shell of my ear. “You’re gonna come for me now, Sarah. Put your hand over your mouth and muffle yourself. Be a good mija for your Papi .”
    He rubbed himself against me as he sucked my nipple into his mouth, hard enough to sting, and it sent me rocketing to the edge. With ease, he built the need for release in me, my body screaming out in pleasure at his experienced touch. I had enough time to slap my hand over my mouth before I was tensing all over, everything inside of me so tight as heat blossomed through me. My back arched and I nearly choked on my suppressed cries while Beach rocked me against him, the muscles of his big thighs pushing against my butt when his hands worked me back and forth. I hung limp in his grip, too busy coming my brains out to do anything else.
    Slowly I came back down to earth, my harsh breathing filling the echoing space around us.
    Okay, there was an echo, so it meant it was big. Suddenly I wasn’t that scared anymore. Amazing what a really good orgasm could do for a panic attack. I’d have to keep condoms on me in the future so I could jump a random hot guy if I felt too much anxiety.
    Beach’s voice came rough and low as he murmured, “I really fuckin wish I could have seen that. Bet it was spectacular. In the future you’re gonna masturbate yourself to multiple orgasms for me before I’ll give you my dick. I’m getting you a giant box load of toys off the internet and you’re gonna use every one of ’em for me.”
    Panting, I rested my head against his shoulder, barely moving when he pulled my tank top back into place. “I have my own toys, thank you very much.”
    “I bet you do,” he whispered while continuing to rock his hips sensually against mine, his cock still rock hard. “But I promise it’ll be more fun to share with me than play alone.”
    I wanted to call him crazy, but I had panties that were soaking wet with my climax, which said otherwise. “Oh, I know it would be, but we have different lives. Not to mention the fact we’re currently hostages. That might put a slight crimp in your plans.”
    “When I get us out of here, you’re comin’ home with me and you’ll see what I’m talkin’ about.”
    “Are you on drugs? When I get us out I’ll make sure you’re safe, then I’ll be on my merry way.”
    He gripped my hair and slammed his mouth to mine, kissing me into submission until I lay limp against him. “Listen up, Sarah. You need to know right now that this shit between us is not normal. This is something more, something worth fightin’ for.”
    “Something more?” I tried to scoff but instead whispered sadly, “Look, now that I’m no longer acting like a crazy person, we need to figure out how to escape.”
    Instead of