Free Kink's Way by Jenika Snow Page A

and push of her blood through her
veins. And like something possessed her, just took control of her and pushed
away all of her trepidation, apprehension, and nervousness, she reached up,
grabbed hold of the short hair at the base of his skull, and pulled him down
toward her. To say this was not normal behavior for her was the understatement
of the century, but it wasn’t because she had witnessed a lot of nasty stuff in
her lifetime. Maybe some would say she was sick in the head, damaged and broken
over the things she had witnessed at home, or the things Morris made her to do
him, but she always felt like she rose above that, didn’t let it define who she
was, and knew one day she would be able to be her own person.
    She pressed her lips to his, and for a moment he was
so damn tense and hard beneath her mouth. Maybe he was scared himself, or surprised by her boldness? Either way she was
not going to stop until he told her to. Then she would let the reality of all of this settle in. Right now it felt good to have him
pressed close to her, to feel his hardness against her softness. She wasn’t
short by any means, but even at five-foot-six Kink towered over her, and made
her feel more feminine and fragile than she had ever felt.
    He pulled back, breathed out heavily, but was still
close enough that if she just leaned in that inch she could kiss him again. But
he didn’t bring his mouth back to hers, and instead speared his hand in her
hair, pulled her head back so her neck was arched, and placed his lips hard on
her neck. For several long seconds all he did was lick and nip at her throat.
He ran his tongue up her flesh, circled it around her ear, and growled out
roughly. “You smell so good, taste so fucking good.” He went back to running
his teeth up and down her neck, and then pressed the lower half of his body
against her belly. He was hard for her, rock hard in fact, and he started
grinding himself against her. “You see what you do to me? You see how hard I
am, and all it took was this one kiss to make me nearly coming in my fucking
jeans.”
    A small gasp left her, but she didn’t push him away,
and instead gripped his hair tighter, and pulled him in closer.
    “But you’ve made me this hard before, Cookie. You’ve
made me like damn steel, and all I had to do was look at you.”
    Another shiver worked its way through her body, and
she grew wetter. God, she was so wet.
    “You want me to touch you?” he whispered roughly
against her ear. “You want me to touch your breasts, your pussy, or maybe that
juicy ass of yours?”
    She was breathing heavier, not sure how to respond,
but knowing she wanted to tell him all the things she desired him to do to her.
    “All you have to do is tell me where you want me to
touch you, Cookie,” he said low, heavy, and his warm breath teased her hair.
    She didn’t say anything, just lifted her hand, took
hold of his that was beside her head, and lowered it to her breast. “Here,” she
said softly, and when he pulled back to look in her eyes, she pushed his hand
even lower still. “And here,” she said when he was now pressing between her
thighs.
    “Damn, baby, I can feel how wet you are for me.” He
pressed his hand a little harder against her.
    She rested her head back on the fridge and forced
herself to keep her eyes open. The way he rubbed his fingers against her had
all the muscles inside of her contracting and releasing. “This is so…” She
didn’t know how to finish that sentence. It felt right, so right in fact, but
it also felt rushed, unusual. The sensations moving through her were like
nothing she’d ever experienced before. They frightened her, excited her, and
made her want to latch onto them and not let go. But she also had to be
realistic. A man like Kink, one that she knew got around in the club with the
willing women, certainly wouldn’t want her for more than a few hours.
    But do you
want more than a few hours with him, Bailey? Do you want to give