Free The One Worth Finding by Teresa Silberstern Page A

she asked
softly.
    “ No,” he breathed, “but it feels
so good it’s driving me insane.”
    She chuckled.
    “ Put your hands on the headrest
on either side of my head.”
    He did it and she started to move her
hips, slowly thrusting upward, prompting him to find his own
rhythm. He slowly lifted his hips and pushed back down, her thrusts
meeting his, her hands going to his waist, feeling the rippling
muscles beneath his skin. He let his head fall back, eyes firmly
closed, moaning in pleasure. She directed his movements and felt
him pick up speed, slamming down on the unyielding implement
harder, faster. Tara resisted the urge to touch his very tempting
cock; she wanted him to come just from anal stimulation, wanted to
see exactly how strongly he reacted to her games. When they did the
public scene, she would make him come with nothing but her fist up
his ass. She bet Jack didn’t think that was even possible, but
Aaron Harte would disabuse him of that notion.
    He was irresistibly beautiful like
this, she felt his arousal mounting, mounting, and drove the toy
into his ass harder, deeper, using every ounce of strength in her
hips to fuck him good.
    Aaron’s groans turned into hoarse screams,
sweat broke out on his skin, matching the thin sheen of
perspiration on her own, and she felt the telltale tightening in
his balls that indicated he was close, so close.
    “ Use your hands to keep your
balance,” she ordered and pushed him back, urging his big body to
fall onto the support of his outstretched arms behind him, his legs
wide spread, and she brought her legs gracefully beneath her
without fully disengaging from his body.
    She held herself on her arms
left and right of his chest and gave it to him full force, ramming
the strap-on, so huge she’d never have believed any male being
could take its full length inside him, into his tight channel over
and over again, not even trying to temper her ardor since he
himself had set such a vigorous rhythm before .
    Aaron screamed, screamed at the top of his
lungs now, but he pressed his firm buttocks against her, urging her
to fuck his brains out, the mind-blowing pleasure evident on his
flushed face. She straightened at exactly the right moment, taking
her chest out of the line of fire, and he came like a fiend, all
over his upper body, hot milky seed spilling on his smooth golden
skin, more and more, endlessly; she’d never had a man who produced
so much semen.
    She slowly pulled out of him when he’d
stopped ejaculating.
    Aaron sank down on the sheets,
full of gratitude, warmth, molten satisfaction. He felt his breath
entering and leaving his body, searing his lungs with its heat,
felt tiny,
soft hands stroking his chest, his face, making him jerk because he
was so, so sensitive all over. She cleaned him with a warm, wet
washcloth and dried him gently with a soft towel, and she was so
tender and loving he sighed in bliss.
    “Aftercare, sub,” he heard her
whisper, and his eyes snapped open.
    “ Thank you so much, Ma’am,” he
breathed, propping up on his elbows, “permission to speak
freely?”
    “Granted,” she said with a slow
nod.
    “ I know you didn’t come,” he
said. “Please, Ma’am, let me bring you release. There is nothing in
the world I want more right now. Please, I won’t sleep tonight if I
can’t do that.”
    He probably wouldn’t sleep anyway, but he
would say anything to make her give him the right to bring her to
orgasm.
    She watched him quietly, and his heart
almost stopped.
    “ Very well,” she said eventually.
“You may go down on your mistress.”
    She leaned back against the headrest and
spread her legs for him.
    Aaron sighed in relief and crawled over,
lying down on his stomach, putting his hands on her slender thighs.
A slim stripe of perfectly trimmed, downy soft pubic hair covered
her sex. He closed his eyes, not able to believe how perfect she
was for him. He was one of the few members of the BDSM-scene who
didn’t like a pussy