Free River Bound: Bound and Tied, Book 3 by Myla Jackson Page B

Then he trailed kisses over her chin and down her neck to the rounded swells of her breasts.
    She fumbled with his jacket, pushing it over his shoulders. Her fingers worked the buttons loose on his shirt, sliding beneath the cotton fabric to touch his chest, searching for and finding his nipples.
    She tweaked the hard brown nubs, her hands slipping lower to his waist, freeing the fasteners of his trousers, liberating his cock.
    Dalton sucked in a breath as her fingers closed around his member, warm, soft, deft at coaxing him to hardened steel. He thrust into her palms, his cock eager to fill her.
    His shirt hit the floor, and he danced out of his boots. Finally naked, he grabbed the chemise Rosalyn still wore and ripped it up over her head. As they stood naked, surrounded by piles of clothes, Dalton marveled at how beautiful she was. Pale skin, dark hair, pale eyes and a waist so small he could fit his hands around it easily.
    And the woman liked making love hard, fast and rough. He swung her up in his arms and tossed her on the bed.
    Rosalyn squealed, her eyes alight, and scooted to the far corner of the bed. “You’re a scoundrel.”
    “And you love that about me.” He rounded the bed and made a grab for her.
    She eluded him, rolling over to the other side and off. She stood, her hands on her hips. “You’ve slowed down in the past year. Think yourself worthy of me?”
    “The lady has a point. Perhaps I need to prove myself once again and let the lady know exactly who is in charge.”
    “I doubt you have it in you, dear sir.” Her lips curved into the smile of a seductress, luring him to his demise.
    Dalton went willingly, diving across the bed. He grabbed her wrist, twisted and dragged her on top of him. “Not fast enough, am I?”
    Her breasts pushed against his chest, her legs straddling his waist. “I doubt you have the stamina necessary to please a woman properly.”
    “Dare you impugn my manhood, woman?” He flipped her over and laid her across his lap, his hand poised over her pearly white ass. “Care to retract your accusation?”
    “Never.” She wiggled against him, her thatch of hair abrading his cock and sending shafts of lust through his body.
    Dalton quelled the urge to drive into her, preferring to play the game as she so enjoyed. He slapped her bottom hard enough to make a light red imprint on her fair skin.
    She squealed. “How dare you spank me!”
    “I’ll spank you again if you don’t retract your accusation.”
    “I most certainly will not.” Her bottom rose in anticipation of his next slap.
    He smacked her harder this time, the sound sending him over the edge of patience. He pulled her up his body until he could peer into her face. “Are you ready?”
    “Yes,” she sighed. “I apologize.”
    “Good, because I can’t hold out much longer.” He flipped her onto her back and held her hands high over her head. “Next time I won’t be so lenient.” He nudged her thighs apart with his knee and settled between her legs, his cock poised at her entrance.
    “Please,” she cried, digging her heels into the mattress, lifting her bottom to get closer.
    Dalton held back, teasing her with the tip of his dick. “Do you want me?”
    “Yes.”
    “Enough to beg?”
    “Please.”
    He rammed into her, sheathing his cock all the way to his balls. Her channel hugged him like a wet silk glove, convulsing around him as he slid back out.
    She whimpered. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him back inside her.
    Dalton slammed in and out of Rosalyn, his attack merciless, the ferocity of his assault filled with fervor, drive and ruthless passion.
    Rosalyn gave as good as she got, biting into his shoulder, her teeth leaving indentations.
    When he hit the peak and shot over the edge, he exploded in a flash of color and sensations. The woman beneath him stiffened, her back arching off the bed, her hips rising to meet his one final thrust.
    Together, they drifted back to earth, their