Free Bandit Bound: A Bad Boy Romance Novel by Kendra King Page A
Authors: Kendra King
of her head. He tugged oh-so-lightly on it, causing Savannah to moan into his mouth and onto his dancing tongue.
She reached her hands out and started to feel up his body, little sparks of excitement and electrical sensation exploding all over her fingertips as she traced every little curve and outline of his defined body.
His hand responded in kind, reaching at her breast and groping it hard, then moving to the next breast and doing the same. After some feeling up of one another, Vincent grabbed the seam of her blouse and ripped it apart with a single tear. The sound of buttons clattering off of the hardwood floor was all they could hear other than their own heavy breath. The air was thick.
Kissing her all over her neck, Vincent reached behind her and undid Savannah's bra. It fell off of her body, exposing her breasts to the air as a cool breeze washed over her now rock-hard nipples. He leaned down and kissed them, nibbled on them, and licked them. Savannah moaned in pleasure at every touch, and reached with her hand between her legs and started to rub herself.
Vincent swatted away her hand when she did this, which caused her to gasp.
"That's mine now," he said as he looked intensely into her eyes. "Understood?"
"Yes, sir," she said as she stared back at him with pleading eyes.
"Good girl," he said.
Savannah couldn't believe her luck and simultaneous misfortune: Finally, someone man enough to treat her the way she wanted to be treated in bed. But he just so happens to be a bank robber who's holding her captive.
Savannah kicked her legs up as Vincent yanked them off, and quickly removed her underwear as well. He held her leg in the air and started kissing it from the ankle upwards slowly. Agonizingly slowly. She squirmed in anticipation as his soft mouth slowly worked its way up to her inner thigh. Then the kisses started to delight and satisfy more and more.
"Please, please," she said breathlessly.
"I like it when you beg," Vincent replied with a smirk as he lifted his head from between her legs. Savannah blushed hard and hid her face while letting out another soft moan. Vincent returned his head to where he was performing.
The kisses turned into light nibbles and drags of the lips and tongue all around her slit. Savannah squirmed, waiting for his tracing tongue to finally find its mark.
"Please!" she said, unable to contain herself. Just as she let out the loud cry of request, his wet tongue slapped lightly against her swelling clit, causing a tremendous wash of pleasure to travel all over her body, emanating from between her legs and hitting every nerve and bone that she had.
He started to swirl his tongue around her and Savannah swayed her hips back and forth moving along with the motions of his mouth.
"Oh my God," she said. He's so good at this, how is he so good at this, oh my God, oh fuck, she thought. The same thought looped over and over in his head while Vincent worked his magic tongue all over her eager body. Vincent moaned in pleasure at his handiwork, the vibration of his deep voice stimulating Savannah's clit even more than before.
Every few moments, Savannah would realize what was happening: She was being eaten out by a bank robber who just kidnapped her. The thought of it was so scary, yet she trusted him and was intensely attracted to him. Plus, the whole thing was such a thrill.
"It's so good," she whispered loudly into the empty night, captive in the cabin. "It's so good, it's so good," she repeated over and over. It got louder and louder. Her body tensed up, every muscle flexing in anticipation of a tremendous release, which then came. She cried out loudly, louder than she ever had before.
If there were neighbors, they would have heard. They might have thought she was dying. She wasn't. She was having the most intense orgasm of her life. As she came freely, Vincent slipped two fingers into her and deftly maneuvered
She reached her hands out and started to feel up his body, little sparks of excitement and electrical sensation exploding all over her fingertips as she traced every little curve and outline of his defined body.
His hand responded in kind, reaching at her breast and groping it hard, then moving to the next breast and doing the same. After some feeling up of one another, Vincent grabbed the seam of her blouse and ripped it apart with a single tear. The sound of buttons clattering off of the hardwood floor was all they could hear other than their own heavy breath. The air was thick.
Kissing her all over her neck, Vincent reached behind her and undid Savannah's bra. It fell off of her body, exposing her breasts to the air as a cool breeze washed over her now rock-hard nipples. He leaned down and kissed them, nibbled on them, and licked them. Savannah moaned in pleasure at every touch, and reached with her hand between her legs and started to rub herself.
Vincent swatted away her hand when she did this, which caused her to gasp.
"That's mine now," he said as he looked intensely into her eyes. "Understood?"
"Yes, sir," she said as she stared back at him with pleading eyes.
"Good girl," he said.
Savannah couldn't believe her luck and simultaneous misfortune: Finally, someone man enough to treat her the way she wanted to be treated in bed. But he just so happens to be a bank robber who's holding her captive.
Savannah kicked her legs up as Vincent yanked them off, and quickly removed her underwear as well. He held her leg in the air and started kissing it from the ankle upwards slowly. Agonizingly slowly. She squirmed in anticipation as his soft mouth slowly worked its way up to her inner thigh. Then the kisses started to delight and satisfy more and more.
"Please, please," she said breathlessly.
"I like it when you beg," Vincent replied with a smirk as he lifted his head from between her legs. Savannah blushed hard and hid her face while letting out another soft moan. Vincent returned his head to where he was performing.
The kisses turned into light nibbles and drags of the lips and tongue all around her slit. Savannah squirmed, waiting for his tracing tongue to finally find its mark.
"Please!" she said, unable to contain herself. Just as she let out the loud cry of request, his wet tongue slapped lightly against her swelling clit, causing a tremendous wash of pleasure to travel all over her body, emanating from between her legs and hitting every nerve and bone that she had.
He started to swirl his tongue around her and Savannah swayed her hips back and forth moving along with the motions of his mouth.
"Oh my God," she said. He's so good at this, how is he so good at this, oh my God, oh fuck, she thought. The same thought looped over and over in his head while Vincent worked his magic tongue all over her eager body. Vincent moaned in pleasure at his handiwork, the vibration of his deep voice stimulating Savannah's clit even more than before.
Every few moments, Savannah would realize what was happening: She was being eaten out by a bank robber who just kidnapped her. The thought of it was so scary, yet she trusted him and was intensely attracted to him. Plus, the whole thing was such a thrill.
"It's so good," she whispered loudly into the empty night, captive in the cabin. "It's so good, it's so good," she repeated over and over. It got louder and louder. Her body tensed up, every muscle flexing in anticipation of a tremendous release, which then came. She cried out loudly, louder than she ever had before.
If there were neighbors, they would have heard. They might have thought she was dying. She wasn't. She was having the most intense orgasm of her life. As she came freely, Vincent slipped two fingers into her and deftly maneuvered
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