Free The Pleasure Bot (Planet Desire Book 4) by Delilah Devlin Page A

slid his tongue between her lips and upward, glancing against her clit.
    Her body jerked, and she squeezed her eyes shut. “Please Declan, let me open my legs,” she begged, her voice thin and high—a sound so foreign she thought another woman must have spoken.
    He kissed her mons. “I like the way you beg, and you’ve been such a good girl.” His weight shifted off her legs.
    Opening her eyes, she found him crouched, his thighs spread over hers. His cock, thick and red, rode high against his belly. The crown glistened wetly.
    Her glance sought his face. His features were strained and tight. His dark gaze watchful.
    A primitive thrill coursed through her. She’d ignited the passion that burned in his eyes. She quickly slid her legs from between his, settling them on either side of his knees. She lifted hers to plant her heels in the mattress. Once again, she was open, vulnerable—her pussy dripping and flared wide for his taking.
    “Come inside me,” she said, lifting her hips from the bed.
    He grunted. “Still haven’t learned, princess.”
    Realizing her mistake, she moaned. “Please, come inside me.”
    Declan shook his head, then his gaze dropped to the open vee of her thighs. “Wider,” he growled.
    Although her legs trembled, she shifted her feet farther apart. He cupped her knees and pressed them outward, stretching her further open. Her breath caught when he leaned down, bringing his face closer to her pussy. The trembling grew, and she strained to hold herself still. Pride demanded she try.
    Again, he tongued her pussy. Long strokes painted her tender flesh with the cream she oozed. Strokes that built a curling tension deep inside her womb. His fingers spread her inner lips, and he nuzzled her with his nose. Then he speared his tongue inside her, swirling into the opening then retreating.
    “Deeper… pirate …” Her knees jerked and closed, trying to pull him closer.
    With her arms stretched overhead, her view was limited now to the sight of the top of his head bent over her sex. She felt the rasp of his tongue, and then the hardness of his fingers dipping inside her, stretching her inner walls. In and out, he pressed deeper inside each time, until her hips caught the rhythm of his motions.
    She pumped upward, a shallow rise and fall, not wanting to appear too eager, and fearful he’d stop if he knew how close she was.
    His tongue flickered over her clitoris while his fingers tunneled. Then he paused, and she was stretched tighter, another finger joining the play.
    Her breath came faster, harsher. She was filled with his hot, hard hand—so full her channel gripped and pulsed, squeezing around his fingers to draw him into her core.
    Suddenly, he withdrew his fingers and pulled his face away. Alarmed he might leave her now, when her body hummed with her oncoming orgasm, she held her breath.
    Declan sat on his haunches, his hands clutching his thighs. She knew what he waited for. She no longer had the will to resist. “Please fuck me, pirate.”
    He leaned over her, and she moaned, certain that now he’d drive his cock deep into her body. Instead, he reached above her head and untied the pillowcase, releasing her hands. She let them fall to the pillow, afraid to touch him uninvited lest he should decide she’d broken a “rule”. Her acquiescence angered her, but her need was too strong.
    “Turn over.” His voice was raspy, harsh, but he moved to her side and helped her turn with his hands gripping her hips.
    When she’d settled, her rear was high, and she was leaning on her elbows—once again vulnerable to his gaze, her body open to his sensual assault. Her buttocks quivered as his hands glided over her skin.
    “I promised violence. I’m afraid that’s what you’re going to get.”
    She kept silent, hoping he meant what he said. Her hands fisted in the bedding as his weight shifted on the mattress. And then he was behind her, his hands pressing her buttocks apart. She trembled with