Free There All Along by Megan Hart, Lauren Dane Page A

cock, her hair around his fist as he fucked her face was better than anything he’d ever dreamed.
    “Breathe through your nose. Slow and steady.” He nearly crooned the words, sliding his free hand over her head, down to caress her cheek even as he kept thrusting into that mouth.
    “Can you take more? Hm?”
    She whimpered, but not in fear. He had to close his eyes a moment at the way the sound affected him.
    “I think you can. For me.” He thrust harder, she hummed her pleasure and the sound vibrated up his cock, into his gut.
    “I’m going to come in your mouth. And every time I look at you I’m going to know that. And you will too.”
    She dragged her nails lightly over his balls and he groaned, unable to tear his gaze from her, from the sight of his cock sliding into her mouth and coming back out, wet and dark.
    He heard her breathe through her nose, deeply like he’d told her. Orgasm began to dig its nails into him as he watched her swallow his cock again and again.
    He fought the urge to close his eyes when it hit, instead he watched as her lids closed, as she flushed a pretty pink when he came. She didn’t let go either. Not until
she
was ready to be done.
    And then when she let him pull back, she looked up and licked her lips.
    He’d given life to this more carnal Verity. He saw glimpses of it here and there since that first night. Knowing no one else had noticed. No one but him. She seemed to ooze sensuality now.
    And he let himself be fascinated by it. Later he’d have to deal with it, but for the time he was there, he’d soak it in.
    He helped her up, kissing her hard.
    “After dinner I’m going to feast on your cunt until you have to scream into the pillow. And then I’m going to fuck you so hard your breasts bounce.”
    She licked her lips again and swallowed, nodding.
    “Yes. Please.”
    •   •   •
    S he moved around the kitchen on shaky legs as she put a meal together. He sat at the table, reading, making notes and watching her with covetous eyes. He made her knees wobble.
    “So any new sightings?”
    He looked up. “Nothing new. They’re good at blending in. Not always so dependent on vehicles, which means they don’t need the roads.”
    “Are you still leaving tomorrow?”
    She hoped not.
    “Most likely no. One of the blips today advised us to stay in place.”
    “You should take me then. When you leave I mean.” Now that she’d blurted it out she felt better. Lighter.
    She turned the fish in the pan, tipping it to get the oils so she could spoon them over the sweet flesh a few times.
    “We’ve talked about this.”
    “No we haven’t. You’d said I was better off here than traveling out there. I want to see the world. I want to know what it’s like outside these walls. I’ve lived here my entire life. I’ve never been further than half a day’s walk from Silver Cliffs. You’ve been up and down the Highway. You’ve seen how people live, you’ve eaten what they eat. You’ve seen how they dress. I know enough to know it’s not all how we are here. I know people do things differently in other places. I want that. I want to see it.”
    “You want to leave here where the walls keep you safe from the brigands?” His gaze seemed to burn through her as she stirred the rice, fluffing it and putting it into a bowl she placed on the table.
    “You’re alive. The people you travel with are alive. The people who drive the transports are alive. Don’t patronize me.”
    “I’m not patronizing you. I’m telling you it’s safe here. You’re better off here. The world outside will change you. I don’t want that. Can’t you see?”
    “Why is it about what you want anyway? What about what I want?”
    “And then what? Hm? You leave here to do what? Go where? With who?”
    She rolled her eyes and put the bread, still warm from the oven, on the table. “Please pour us some juice.”
    He sighed, getting up to do so.
    “With you, of course. Trinity and Marcus drive