Free Talk to Me by Cassandra Carr

lose it. With a guttural growl from deep in his chest, Drew
    pushed her flat against the wal , hoping to hel he wasn't hurting her but knowing his control was badly frayed. His erection made itself at home
    between the rounded globes of her ass. He reached around with a shaking hand and pul ed at her jeans, which were stil only half-buttoned. “Take
    these off and show me more of those sexy legs,” he ordered her, his voice low and throaty with arousal. “If you wanna get off from my voice, I'l be
    damned if I'm not here to enjoy it.”
    With his help, she shimmied out of her jeans. The movement made his dick throb. He was burning from the inside out with need for her. Her
    panties came down with her jeans, and Drew groaned when he caught another whiff of her distinctive musk. She was wet and hot for him, and if he
    didn't get inside her soon, he was gonna come in his pants—something he hadn't done in about twenty years. This woman was driving him right to
    the edge.
    She started to turn around, but he pressed into her. “Stay where you are. I kinda like this position. And put your shoes back on. Those are fuck-
    me heels if I ever saw them, and since you're about to get fucked, it's only appropriate you wear them, don't you think?”
    His hands roved freely over her back before he pushed them between her and the wal to palm her breasts, kneading them gently and then more
    roughly. He pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and her sharp intake of air reassured him he was doing right by her. His hands
    left her breasts, grasped the hem of her shirt, and pul ed it over her head. Her bra quickly joined the rest of her clothes. She was naked, while he
    was stil ful y dressed. For some reason, that turned him on. He didn't stop to consider why.
    She obediently continued to face the wal , making the sexiest little mewling sounds with every touch of his hands or mouth. “Stick that ass out
    and spread your legs.” She did as instructed, and he could see her pussy glistening with her juices. She was already wet for him. He wanted to
    taste her in the worst way, but knew he couldn't take the time to stop and do it now. Soon, though, he promised himself.
    A hot, wet, and wil ing woman pretty much topped his list of wants, especial y since she seemed agreeable to letting him take the lead and even
    get a little rough. He'd never hurt a woman, and he wasn't one of those guys who hung around sex clubs in leather pants, but he couldn't deny it
    made his cock hard when a woman was obedient and open to exploration.
    He ran his hand up her leg and past her inner thighs until he reached her core. Sliding his fingers through her slit, he closed his eyes in pleasure.
    Yes, hot and wet indeed. A simple, light touch of his thumb to her clit elicited a fierce groan from Jamie, and he smiled. “Look how wet you are. Is
    that for me? Does hearing my voice make you wet? Does it make you want to touch yourself? Does it make you want to touch me?” He inserted
    one finger into her pussy, then pul ed back and inserted another. “Soaking wet...”
    Jamie trembled, her pussy clenching around Drew's fingers. How had this happened so fast? Was this even a good idea? Any doubts deserted
    her when his thumb circled her clit again. She'd known she was a goner as soon as she'd heard that thread of steel in his voice as he commanded
    she take off her jeans.
    She'd always had a thing for dominant men, and he was without question the most masculine, alpha-male type she'd ever met. The way she felt
    right now, she could easily see letting him do just about anything he wanted. Her sexual hunger for him was overpowering every bit of sense.
    Suddenly he moved his hand away. “No, don't stop. Please,” she pleaded with him. She knew she sounded positively wanton, but she couldn't
    seem to muster up the energy to care. The way he touched her ruled out al reason and brought her down to her most elemental—a woman who
    craved the touch of a