Free Forbidden Heat by Opal Carew Page A

eager breathlessness.
    She drew away and gazed up at him, blatant need in her eyes. Her hand stroked over his throbbing bulge.
    “Sir, you look a little uncomfortable. Allow me.”
    She tugged on his belt buckle and released the tab. A second later, she had his zipper undone and her delicate fingers wrapped around his cock.
    “Ohhhh . . . that’s much better,” he said.
    She stroked him up and down. He ached to drive his cock inside her wet opening, but he resisted the blind animal drive so he could enjoy the playful, and intensely sexy, foreplay. She leaned forward and at the first touch of her hot, damp tongue on his cockhead, he groaned. She licked him from base to tip and he stroked her head affectionately. Soon she wrapped her lips around him and took his cockhead into her warm mouth.
    “Oh, sweetheart, that feels wonderful.”
    She sucked and licked, driving him wild. Within moments, she had him ready to burst at the seams, so he stilled her head.
    “Okay, honey, it’s time to stop. As much as I love your delightful mouth, there’s somewhere else I’d like to be right now.”
    Dani released him and stood up, her sultry gaze telling him she’d like a few things right now, too. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, then sucked and licked his lips, driving him wild. He pressed back on her shoulders and decided to take control again. After all, that’s the scenario she’d set up.
    He gazed at her lovely face, then reached around and opened the barrette holding her hair in the coil at the back of her head. Her hair tumbled around her shoulders. He ran his fingers through the silky strands, then smoothed it around her shoulders.
    “Dani, go and check what’s in the oven.”
    “Yes, sir.” She turned and crossed to the oven, then flicked on the oven light and leaned over.
    He followed her and stroked her upper thighs, then glided under her skirt and caressed her round cheeks. Then he wrapped his hands around her waist and shifted her sideways, away from the stove to an area of open counter. She grasped the edge as he returned to stroking her round ass, then glided one hand between her thighs. As soon as he glided his fingers over the silky fabric of her thong, he felt her wetness. It had soaked right through the delicate fabric.
    He grinned, gliding his hands up her body, cupping her breasts. He toyed with her nipples, then dipped one hand under her neckline and inside her bra cup to find her hard nipple. She moaned. He tugged the fabric down, both her bodice and the lace of her bra cups, baring both breasts, then tugged and squeezed her nipples until she moaned again.
    He couldn’t take it any longer. He slid his hands under her skirt and found the elastic waistband of her thong and drew it down her long legs, dropping it to the floor. She kicked it aside as he eased her thighs wider. He stroked his member along her lovely ass, then nudged between her legs. She leaned forward, stretching her torso over the countertop.
    “Oh,” she yelped softly.
    “Something wrong?” he asked in concern.
    “No, sir, it’s just the marble is cold.”
    He touched her nipples. They were exceptionally hard and distended.
    “Would you like a towel to rest on?” he asked.
    “No, it’s . . . sexy.”
    He laughed, but the thought of her soft breasts pressed flat on the hard, cold marble sent his cock throbbing even more. He stroked along her wet slit, then placed his cockhead against her again and eased forward. Her slick vagina swallowed him, inch by heavenly inch. When he was finally fully immersed in her heat, he held her tight against him, afraid to move because he was so . . . so close.
    “Oh, Master Jamieson, please fuck me.”
    That was it. He drew back, then rammed into her. His balls tightened and he thrust again, then again. Heat blasted through him as he erupted into her hot, tight pussy. She moaned and gasped.
    Before he could soften, he pulled free, spun her around, and lifted her onto the