Free Talon's Trophy by Dawn Ryder

skin as she shivered at the pure helplessness she felt right then. She was surrounded by his superior strength, actually drawn to it, needing it. It made Talon’s possession so much more intense because she didn’t want to escape from him. Raw desire flashed from his eyes as he fingered her hard nipples. Sensation shot down her spine into her pussy making it contract with need.
    Caught in the blaze of desire, Chanah felt her boldness rising up again. She reached for the swollen bulge of his crotch and slid her hand over it. Talon sucked his breath in as she reached the top of his cock and then pressed her hand down to the base of it. Beneath the fabric of his uniform pants, she felt the organ give a twitch of appreciation.
    “Take your clothing off, Talon.” Chanah enjoyed the flash of surprise that crossed Talon’s face. She stroked his crotch once more as she shifted one of her feet across the floor because she knew he would smell her arousal even more when she moved.
    “Is this part of your relationship rules, Chanah? A change in roles between players?” Talon grinned at her smug smile as he took a step back and began to open his shirt. Chanah felt her breath lodge in her throat as his chest was bared to her eyes. Last night it had stunned her but in the bright light of day, she was mesmerized by the sculpted perfection he had hidden under his shirt.
    Talon tossed the garment aside as he propped one of his boots onto the chair and unfastened it. The opposite one followed immediately as he took to disrobing like a timed exercise. Thirty seconds later, there was only hot male skin for her eyes to linger over as Chanah dropped her gaze to his cock. It rose proudly in the morning air, the head ruby-red with its ridge of skin.
    “Is that what you wanted, Chanah?”
    Chanah nodded her head as she tried to decide what to touch first. The space between them bothered her immensely. Her skin cried out for the warmth of his.
    “Ah, so now it would be my turn to dictate.” Chanah’s eyes flew back up his body to his face as Talon propped his hands onto his hips. “Kneel in front of me and suck my cock.”
    Chanah gasped but she wasn’t too sure if it was with anticipation or shock. Her eyes dropped down to his cock as she remembered the way she’d taken control last night with the hard erection inside her mouth. Submitting meant taking their lovemaking into her hands. It was an interesting mixture of excitement that had her kneeling in front of Talon as her hands closed around his cock.
    Talon sucked in his breath as her fingers slid down to the base of the staff and she leaned forward to lick the slit on top. Another harsh breath made her bold and Chanah opened her mouth to take the swollen head between her lips. Talon’s hips gave a jerk as he thrust his cock towards her mouth and she relaxed her jaw to take more of his staff. The warm scent of her own arousal filled her nose as she sucked on his cock and worked her fingers on the portion that didn’t fit into her mouth. Chanah flicked her tongue around the crown as Talon’s hips thrust his cock in and out of her mouth and his hand twisted in her hair. She could hear his breathing becoming more labored and tried to take even more of his length but his hands suddenly pulled her head away from his cock.
    “Not yet, Chanah. My seed is going to be pumped into your pussy this time.” His voice was harsh and Chanah shivered as she recognized that Talon was past allowing her to control their mating. Raw need burned in his eyes as he held onto her hair and made certain she saw his eyes. There was something about the way he spoke to her that drove her into a frenzy of need. Never once had a male dared to use such base words as pussy or fuck with her but Talon said them like a warning. Chanah was almost positive he was daring her to refuse him.
    Talon enjoyed the sight of Chanah on her knees in front of him. His cock was shiny from her sucking and the need to fuck her was