Free KiltTease by Melissa Blue Page A

subtle plea, he closed his mouth over her clit and sucked her. Her hands lifted from her sides to cradle his head, but by the fifth lick and suck, her fists gripped his hair.
    Quinton knew he could change the pace or even his tongue’s focus, but he wanted to hear her beg. Never wanted that before either until he had this sweet woman with a smart mouth who made him want the chase again. She made him crave, from the way she smiled and how easily she made him laugh.
    He accepted the selfish need to make her beg and dipped a finger into her pussy to feel just how long it had been for her. She was tight and wet.
    “What do you want, Kate?” He clasped a hand over his cock again, stroking himself, because he needed some release with the taste of her filling his mouth. “It can be whatever you want.”
    He placed his thumb back on her clit just to watch Kate rock her hips against his finger. She didn’t seem to care about the wanton display. Her eyes closed, and her head tilted back. Quinton was enraptured. Her moans turned into soft pants, rising an octave until she shuddered. He had to stop stroking himself at the erotic sound or this would have ended much too fast.
    She bit into her lip, opened her eyes, and focused on him. A shift in his chest let him know he wouldn’t be able to refuse her this time if she asked him to just fuck her. That shift turned into an ache when she rose. She didn’t ask, didn’t beg, just pushed his hand aside and closed her fist around his erection. He groaned, the muscles in his back trembling from the strain to keep still.
    Kate began to stroke him, squeezing him when her hand reached the swollen tip. “I want your dick inside me.”
    How could he say no when the pleasure of what she was doing pounded into him? The sensation hazed his brain, and he became the need thundering in his heart. All Quinton could do was dig in his trousers for a condom and protect them both before he plunged into her without any finesse. He hissed out a breath as she enveloped him. So tight and fucking wet. His balls drew up, and his pelvis followed the upward motion.
    “Deeper,” she said.
    The single word echoed in his head. He dragged in a steadying breath to wrest back control, but the air was filled with her musky scent. Her taste filled his mouth.
    She shuddered again, her pussy clenching around him. “Deep and hard, Quinton. That’s what I want.”
    He bent to kiss her, because if Kate kept talking dirty with that husky voice of hers, he’d come. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rocked up into him. His shoulder screamed. He ignored the pain and braced his hands on either side of her head for leverage before he slammed his dick into her. If not for his mouth muffling the sound of her cries, he was sure he’d have to pay the whole castle to keep quiet about their rendezvous.
    The way she clutched him, kissed him hard and raised her hips to meet his thrusts was better than begging. Heat stole through his every limb, tightening his every muscle—fuck, his balls. A growl rumbled in his chest, and he just went deep instead of hard, grinding into her. It was enough for Kate. Her pussy started to milk him in long, hard strokes.
    He stilled, letting the sensation ripple through him as her last shuddering climax tugged at him. He tried to hold back, digging his fingernails into his palms, but her moans filled his mouth.
    “Kate. Fuck,” he muttered, a deep groan chasing after the curse, and he finally let himself follow the pull.
    Quinton went blind for a good five seconds as he came, his arms shaking from the strength of it. It was the best fucking five seconds of his entire existence.
    Kate tore her mouth away. “Oh, my God,” she murmured. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”
    Auch. He hadn’t gone blind; he’d just closed his eyes. Blinking her into view, he looked down. “What?”
    “We’re on a rug,” she whispered, sounding scandalized. “In a room filled with priceless