Free Shout (The Voice Trilogy Book 3) by Noelle Bodhaine Page A

straps fall from my shoulders, dropping it to the floor before me. The cool air caresses my skin and my nipples stand at attention, eager for his brand of lust. He is watchful, appreciative of every soft inch. I lick my lips and muster the tiniest bit of courage as I slip my panties down my legs and stand before him, completely naked, completely his. He rakes me over with his deep green eyes, traveling over each dip and curve, reading me like a book, and I just stand there happy to let him see me dripping with anticipation and a confidence I have never known. In all my naked glory, I am happy to stand before him, proud to belong to him, and eager to show him how amazing he has made me feel.
                  “Come here,” he commands and I go to his side without a second thought. He places his hand on my tummy and I flinch, only slightly, but he isn’t having any of it. “Don’t,” he says sternly, his finger beneath my chin, tipping my head to force me to look him in the eyes. “Don’t ever shrink from my touch, Sophie; don’t ever try to hide what is mine. I love you, worship you, every fucking inch. Do you understand?” I nod slightly, but it’s not good enough. “I said, do you understand?”
                  “Yes, I understand.” He wraps his hand around my waist and pulls me to the edge of the bed. “Don’t ever doubt how beautiful you are, Sophie, never again. Now,” he pauses as he shifts his legs, “climb onto my lap, Beautiful.”
                  I climb into his lap, straddling him, careful not to put too much weight on him, but he won’t be treated with kid gloves. He pulls me down and I settle with his clothed cock between my legs. Releasing a deep sigh, he runs his fingers along my     collarbone, sending a tremor down my spine, followed by his soft lips, dragging them across my neck, igniting every inch of skin. Our mouths dance slowly at first; biting and suckling at one another until he takes me with his full force, stealing my breath in the same moment. His hands slide down my sides resting for a moment on my hips, his fingers exploring and recording every soft dimple and curve of my body. His eyes shine with a carnal lust that makes me so wet I could be drowning, and here I sit, atop my man. A man that loves me; there is nowhere else I would rather be.
                  He watches my eyes as he slips a finger between my lips, exploring the warm depths he so inflames and without warning, he plunges into me, first one finger, then two. His eyes flare with purpose as I gasp and adjust to his welcomed assault. Pumping his fingers into me, he pushes me up from his lap creating a daunting rhythm that makes my thighs burn. His other hand moves to my chest and he grips my breast in his massive fist. Bringing my flesh to his mouth, he bites down hard on my nipple, pulling it through his teeth as he watches my eyes grow in delight and in pain. He moves from one breast to the other, torturing, biting, and sucking on my skin until I’m marked by his sinful mouth. I watch the bruises bloom under my skin and revel in the feeling of the blood rushing back. He kisses the base of my throat as he slips his hand around the back of my neck, holding me steady, forcing me to watch him as his nostrils flare and his concentration focuses. He works my body like a tool, a tool he is at once familiar with and still eager to learn. I sink onto his fingers, pulling him into me and grind against his palm, needy and wanting more, but he just chuckles.
                  “Oh no, Beautiful,” he shakes his head playfully, his eyes hooded and dark. “We aren’t going there yet, I want you to beg. I want you to be as desperate as I am.”
                  “But, I am,” I moan, tilting my head back, wanting everything.
                  “No, I don’t think you are,” he smirks as he slides yet another finger into my pussy, stretching