Free Enemy Within (Unseen Enemy Book 1) by Marysol James Page A

her open palm and he took her hand, not interested in playing or teasing anymore.
    “In to my bed, baby. Now.”
    She gasped and nodded, her pussy opening wide at his words. God, just the thought of him being inside her soaked her completely. The area between her legs felt hot and uncomfortable; she needed to be naked with him, and right away. She couldn’t wait.
    In his bedroom, he undressed her slowly, his hands running over her bruised side. He knelt down and gently placed his lips on her hip, his tongue skimming the darkened flesh.
    “Does it hurt?” he asked her.
    “No,” she said. “Not at all.”
    He stood again, cupping her sex. She gave a cry and pressed against his large hand. He felt her arousal pooling in his palm, and he started to rub her clit gently, watching her face for her reaction.
    She reached for him, yanked his jeans off. His cock was huge and hard and she lowered his boxers to reveal it. She stared at it, her whole body yearning to have it inside her, plugging her, fucking her. He saw her desire and lifted her to her feet again.
    “We’re going to be more careful this time, honey,” he said. “No more bruises. OK?’
    “OK.”
    He sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled her on to him. He spread her legs, rested her across his massive thighs, her feet on the floor. Her hot centre pushed down on his hardness and they both groaned.
    “Dean,” she said, her voice rough and low. “Dean, I can’t wait. Please, fuck me. Fuck me now.”
    The dirty language coming from that sweet mouth turned him on more than he thought possible and with a strangled groan, he grabbed the condom. As soon as it was on, she lifted her hips and slid down on him, taking him all the way inside her all at once and without a word. He gripped her ass and threw his head back, his eyes closed tight at the feeling of being sheathed fully in that clutching, pulsing heat. He shook with the effort not to come right away, but it was damn difficult.
    Emma felt his hard length nudging deep inside her. She was completely filled by him, her aching pussy stretched and pulled over every inch of his cock. She buried her face in his chest, held on to his shoulders.
    His hands on her ass and back were demanding now, and she began to roll her hips, alternating slow circles and deep plunges, working his body with her own, relishing having this man quivering under her. His breath was hot, hoarse, and his thrusts were rough and urgent. She moved on him again and again, loving how it felt to have this strong man completely under her power, at her mercy. She watched his face as his rapture grew, amazed at how much it turned her on to pleasure him. Emma felt his arm and back muscles tense and release with his crazed desire to come and his wordless need ignited her own.
    “Dean,” she whispered.
    His eyes opened and met hers. The heat and lust burning in those green depths sparked a response in her and she started to come.
    “Come for me, Dean.” She tightened her pussy muscles, flexed and released them on his throbbing cock. “I want to see you come. Now, babe.”
    At her words, he gave a long moan and exploded. The force of it pushed her up and off the bed; her feet left the floor. He lengthened inside her, pushed her sweet spot and her own release tore through her. They clutched each other, crying out and shaking, their hot bodies straining and reaching, wanting the feelings to go on and on. They collapsed on one another, panting, heartbeats thundering.
    Holding her as close as possible, Dean tried to slow down his breathing, his whole body still tense from his orgasm. Never in his life had he experienced anything like that. He felt shaky and almost teary and he buried his face in her shoulder. Emma stroked the back of his neck, pulled him tighter, felt him start to relax under her.
    When he was able to speak again, Dean pulled back and ran his hands through her tangled hair. “Jesus Christ, Emma. Where did a nice girl learn those moves?