Free Sway by Lauren Dane

And then I want you on your
    knees, my cock in that hot mouth of
    yours.”
    Why yes, thank you very much!
    Her body seemed to electrify at that
    suggestion.
    She slid her hands down his
    forearms before he let go so she
    could get at his pants. Pausing, she
    angled his arm to see the tattoo on the
    inside. Something she’d missed
    because everything else about his
    body had snagged her attention.
    History is written by the victors.
    “I like that.”
    He kissed her shoulder, tracing his
    fingertips down her shoulder and
    down her back as she got his pants
    unzipped and went to her knees to get
    them and his boxers down and off.
    She stood again, folding and placing
    them on the chair with his shirt
    before turning back to take him in.
    “Your back is beautiful,” he
    murmured as she walked to him.
    They could talk tattoos after.
    She smiled her thanks and went to
    her knees but he stopped her. “Wait.”
    Moments later he sat on the other
    chair in the room and placed a pillow
    on the floor in front of himself. “It
    won’t be as hard on your knees.”
    How such a thing could disarm
    her, she didn’t know. But it did and
    she went with it, adjusting herself to
    tuck the pillow beneath her knees. It
    brought her up a little higher as well.
    High enough to kiss along his flat
    belly, down over rock hard thighs,
    behind first one knee and the other.
    She caressed every part of him she
    could touch as she did.
    But his cock was the main
    attraction. Meaty and thick and so
    hard it tapped his belly until she
    licked up the stalk and then grasped
    him at the root, angling to better take
    as much of him as she could.
    He groaned when she slid her lips
    around the head and then down,
    slowly, breathing through her nose as
    she did.
    He stroked over her hair as she
    began to suck him off.
    “Yes, that’s right. Keep my cock
    wet. Suck it hard. That’s how I like
    it.”
    So she did it. Because she wanted
    to please him. Wanted the hand
    caressing over her hair to continue
    that sweet and yet white-hot petting.
    She reached down to her pussy to
    get her fingers nice and wet and then
    brought them to that place just behind
    his balls, pressing and then sliding
    down again to his asshole. He
    grunted but widened his thighs so she
    kept on, stroking over the hole and
    slightly inside as she sucked his
    cock.
    He began to flex and thrust his
    hips, fucking her mouth as she found
    his prostate and pressed while she
    stroked a circle against it. The
    surface of his cock seemed to harden
    in response; nearly electric, the
    energy seemed to hum from him.
    “I’m going to come in your mouth,
    Daisy. And then we’ll have a
    cocktail. Then I’m going to fuck you.”
    She nodded around a mouthful of
    his cock and took him deep, wanting
    to make him feel good, wanting to
    bring him pleasure in a way no one
    else could.
    It must have worked because he
    growled, his fingers in her hair
    tightening as he held her to him,
    fucking himself into her, and then
    came.

Chapter 7
    He hoped the cocktail would soothe
    his nerves. God knew he needed
    something to. Because Daisy Huerta
    got right inside his defenses and had
    curled herself around him.
    And he didn’t have the strength or
    will to push her out.
    The woman in question padded
    through his kitchen, making him a
    drink. She’d volunteered, telling him
    she’d make him something he’d
    enjoy. And who was he to refuse?
    “Where’d you learn how to make
    drinks?” He considered getting one
    of his robes for her. Totally naked, in
    the full light of the room she was
    even more stunning and clearly
    comfortable with her state of undress.
    She smiled, handing him a glass. “I
    have a friend who owns a bar.
    Sometimes he needs extra staffing so
    I pop in when that happens. And my
    parents are cocktail-hour people so I
    just grew up around that. My mother
    is one of those people who’s good at
    everything. This is her recipe
    actually. It’s a twist on a sidecar.”
    He sipped and