Free His Every Desire (For His Pleasure, Book 7) by Kelly Favor Page A

that I’d come. I didn’t come. You purposely stopped right when I was about to. I don’t know why you did that.”
    “I stopped when it was time to stop,” he told her. “That’s all.”
    “That’s bullshit.”
    He laughed, shrugging. “Whatever you say.”
    “Maybe you’re the one who’s afraid,” she said, as he started up the stairs. “I think you knew that I was brave and I did everything you asked, and so you chickened out!”
    She heard his footsteps halt. Slowly, he came back down, his eyes blazing. His chest was heaving, and his arms seemed larger than just a moment before. “Is that what you think?” he asked quietly.
    “I don’t know why you did that to me. I just know that you promised me something.”
    “Okay, then.” He grinned. “Sometimes you have to get used to disappointment.”
    She was naked, but for her panties, and emotionally stripped bare. The look in his eyes was suddenly so cold and uncaring that she burst into tears. She sunk to her knees.
    That was when he came toward her, kneeling down and taking her head in his hands. “Look at me, Kallie,” he said.
    When she met his gaze, he leaned in and kissed her deeply and passionately. A moment later, they were wrapped in each other’s arms, and he was kissing down her neck and licking the salt and sweat from her breasts.
    His hands caressed her body with firm intensity. He continued kissing and licking down her body, licking her belly, and then her legs opened up for him as he suddenly slid her panties down her thighs and past her ankles.
    Hunter’s head dipped down, and he licked up the slit of her opening before sucking her throbbing clit.
    Kallie came unexpectedly, her hips bucking up and down.
    When she’d finished her climax, Hunter unzipped his fly and reached inside his boxers.
    A moment later, his erection was out and he was on top of her. His bodyweight pressing down, she was reminded of that night in his bed, the way he’d made love to her—she’d been fantasizing about that ever since.
    “Take me,” she moaned. “Take me, Hunter. Please.”
    There was a look of deep concentration on his face as he maneuvered his cock directly against her swollen, dripping entrance. She spread her legs wider and opened for him, opened herself as far as she possibly could.
    The head of his cock pushed against her slit, spreading it, pushing past all layers of her trembling flesh. She came again as he pushed deep inside her.
    “Kallie,” he whispered in her ear. He was still fully clothed, and as she wrapped her arms around his muscular torso, clutching his back, she could feel his heart pounding against hers.
    “I’m so wet for you,” she told him.
    “I can feel you.” He looked into her eyes as he pushed in and then slid out, in and out.
    His hips pounded against her pelvis, up and down, and her buttocks slapped the basement floor.
    The reverberations felt like magic, felt like waves of ecstasy, and she was coming again as his urgent thrusts grew more and more powerful.
    Soon he was slamming against her, spreading her open and filling her up—and then he drew out of her.
    “Take me in your mouth,” he commanded.
    Greedily, she sat up and took Hunter’s manhood into her mouth. She was flooded by a salty taste, but she sucked it down with relish. She thought to herself that he tasted amazing, and clean, and perfect.
    Even as it finished, she was wishing for more. More of him.

    ***
    “Do you want to have a shower?” he asked her.
    She nodded, unsure of what to say or do, now that their lovemaking was over.
    “That’s probably a good idea,” she said, “if I’m going to go with you to the hospital.
    Luckily, my clothes are mostly dry. But I don’t think I’ll be getting back into my panties right now.”
    Hunter smiled a little, nodded and turned away as she gathered her clothes.
    “Come upstairs, to the second floor. I’ll get you a towel and a robe.”
    He started up the stairs and Kallie followed behind him.