Free New Game in Town by Cora Lee Gill Page B

bindings holding her in place. His tongue became more aggressive, pushing past her lips, demanding entry.
    His mouth ravished hers, his hands sliding down to her hips, positioning her underneath him. She savored the taste of him, intoxicated by her own tangy musk that lingered on his mouth, and something more, something familiar that tugged at her memory on an elemental level…
    “God! Connor?” the question barely left her lips. She felt him tense over her, going completely still.
    No! He wouldn’t! He couldn’t possibly have found me here!
    But in that exact moment, she just knew, a feeling deep in her core that the man making love to her was the man who had been toying with her for months. Some of her sensuous haze receded, leaving her feel foolish.
    Gina felt his hands go to her blindfold and slowly untie it. The binding slipped off, but she stubbornly kept her eyes closed, trying to reel in her shock. She wasn’t ready to deal with this, with seeing his face as he laughed down at her, smug in his ability to play her so easily.
    “Damn it, open your eyes. Look at me,” he ordered harshly, his hand tugging at her hair. “No more hiding from me. From this. You are going to know who is fucking you, Gina!”
    Anger replacing the shock, she bit out, “You bastard. Get off me!” Bucking underneath him in a feeble attempt to dislodge him, she winced in pain when thousands of prickles shot up her arms.
    “What the hell, Gina, calm down before you hurt yourself.” Connor’s hands moved up her arms, massaging the cramping muscles of her manacled arms.
    Forcing her eyes to open, she could barely make out his sculpted features in the dim candlelight as he held himself braced over her. But what she saw on his face wasn’t conceit or laughter. Instead his face was infused with need . With passion—for her .
    Gina squirmed under him and watched in surprise as he closed his eyes as if in pain. Clenching his jaw tight, he muttered, “Don’t move, baby. God, please don’t move if you don’t want my cock rammed inside you. I won’t be able to stop if you do.”
    The tip of his penis just inside her tight entrance pulsed. By the tick in his jaw, she could see that Connor was fighting for control, trying to rein in his desire.
    A strange sense of calm settled over Gina. Feminine intuition had abandoned her in the past, but right now she knew that even with her limbs tied down, she held all the cards. A long-suppressed need to assert her sexual power began to emerge. Her previous lovers had never allowed her to take the lead or ever asked her what she wanted in bed.
    She knew what she wanted right now. She wanted to drive Connor as insane with desire as he had done with her. This had Gina lifting her hips experimentally, lodging Connor’s hard cock a little farther into her wet channel.
    “Gina! I’m not going to be able to stop,” he grunted roughly. His eyes bored holes into her with a warning to stop.
    At that moment, she realized that she didn’t want him to stop.
    Gina lifted her head up and began laying small, sweet kisses along his neck. Stroking her tongue down to his shoulder, she let her teeth sink into the soft flesh. Gina lifted her hips once again, hissing at the friction of his dick only partially inside of her. Wanting more, craving all of him, she raised her hips a little more.
    That was all the encouragement he needed. With a soul-rending growl, Connor flexed his hips and plunged into her, pushing all the way in with one final hard stroke.
    His name escaped from her in a shout at the feel of his rigid flesh forcefully submerging into her, his hands cupping her ass again, holding her in place as he filled her to the hilt.
    “Ah, so damn tight!” He partially pulled out of her, only to plunge back harder, thrusting over and over.
    “I’ve waited so bloody long to feel your warm pussy wrapped around me, squeezing me tight. Feel that, Gina,” he ordered, his hips pumping into her. “I can’t believe