Free Dom Wars: Round 6 by Aden Lowe, Lucian Bane

hair and stroked her cheek. She’d been so flustered. I’d never been so turned on by such a thing. She had no idea how transparent she was to me that day. Standing there, so sexually affected by me and unable to hide it from me. My cock responded and Tara pressed her ass against me in her sleep. Jesus, I needed her so bad. I needed to not think about that because there was no having her.
    My cock refused to forget that day, however. I’d told her, "Use your BDSM vocabulary words. I spank them. Force them to orgasm over and over again. Worship their pussy. Their body. I bite them, fuck them hard and—" My words had mortified her then, even while they excited her. The memory of how lovely her cheeks were when flushed with desire haunted me. Fuck.
    Tara suddenly turned over to face me. My heart banged loudly against my chest as she quietly worked my pants open. Oh God. I swallowed hard wondering if I could handle that in utter silence.
    Tara didn’t seem concerned as she stroked my hard cock with one hand and danced soft fingers over the head with the other. I gritted my teeth and clenched my eyes, thrusting into her hand, draping my leg over her hip as she continued to stroke my length and dance tongues of fire on the head of my cock with her now wet fingers. I kissed at her neck, scraping my teeth along the salty column then burrowing my mouth on her shoulder and sucking with intensity as she brought me to a raging fucking orgasm in under three minutes. I held my breath through the waves of pleasure, pulling her hair and biting the muscle on her shoulder just hard enough to take the extreme edge off. She pulled my hair back just as hard, her hands and fingers mercilessly milking every ounce of that climax from my body.
    Delirious with the need to pay her back, I stealthily yanked on the button of her pants. She shook her head and I captured her jaw in my hand and kissed her while gaining access to her pussy. I didn’t need her pants down, I slid my finger inside her dripping heat and moved my palm in circles over her clit until she buried her face in my neck, her mouth at my ear. She pulled my hair hard as I worked her core and clit simultaneously, gritting my teeth at the feel of her mouth on my ear, open with silent gasps. Fuck yes. With Preacher and Becca at my back, I kissed her with a ruthless passion while I jabbed at her core with two fingers, keeping it nice and deep so that no sound was made.
    Propped on my elbow now, I grabbed a handful of her hair and held her mouth to mine as she finally broke. I choked on a growl when she bit my lip before sucking at my mouth while bucking on my hand. I fought to keep up with her kiss while she rode the storm in her body oh so quietly. Fucking amazing. I’d never ever had that kind of secret sex before. What a rush. Especially on the too-narrow sleeping platform we’d hastily thrown together to stay out of the bugs. I counted it a victory that we didn’t collapse the damn thing.
    Her breaths finally returned to somewhat normal as I nipped softly and continuously at her mouth. “I love you,” I mouthed against her smile.
    “I love you too,” she mouthed back.
    I hugged her close to me and we went back to our spooning position from just before. I made myself think of good things in hopes of maybe getting a little sleep. The last thought I had was remembering the day I learned that Tara liked reading the obituaries as a mental security blanket. And how much I fucking loved her for that.
     
     

Chapter Nine
    I woke the next morning to the stern look of Preacher next to me, shhhh ing me. I lifted my head slowly in the direction he pointed. My heart lurched when I spotted the giant mottled brown…animal a few dozen yards off. Shit.
    “What the hell is that?”
    Preacher shook his head. “Thinking it’s not indigenous to this island.”
    I looked back at the strange thing with its low triangular head and rounded ears, massive shoulders and sloping haunches. “Then