Free Wicked and Dangerous by Shayla Black and Rhyannon Byrd

wasted no time rolling
     it over his huge erection and sliding onto the bed again, right between her legs.
     Without warning, he scooped her thighs up in his arms, lifted them around his head,
     and dropped his mouth back to her clit. The intense suction and almost punishing nip
     made her scream—and her body jolt in a hot-blooded race for satisfaction.
    As she flew even closer to blissful explosion than before, a damp sweat covered her
     body. She strained to get closer, lifting up to the heavenly touch of his tongue.
     Her breath hitched, then left her lips in a broken cry. Blood zipped by the bucketful
     south, filling the responsive little nub he played with. Rachel felt herself swelling,
     the pressure building, the burn scorching.
Just another second or two . . .
    He eased his lips away.
    Before she had time to moan in protest, he trapped her body beneath his own with a
     growl. The lust in that feral sound nearly undid her. Full staff in hand, he aligned
     himself against her slick, vulnerable opening, probing, feeding her the head in shallow
     strokes before backing out to rub her clit with his rigid stalk.
    The need to take him deep, feel him stroking her walls, had her tossing her head back,
     breathing hard, a frantic cry on her lips. “Decker . . .”
    “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
    Her blood boiled, burning away any semblance of pride. “Yes. Please. I do. Now.”
    “Tell me you want me to fuck you until you can’t take a moment more.”
    Even the image had her squirming beneath him and crying out again. “Yes!”
    The word hadn’t even finished clearing her lips before he thrust deep inside her.
     She gasped. Her eyes went wide with panic and pain. She couldn’t take another inch
     of him.
    Stiffening, Rachel tried discreetly to wriggle and displace him, put some distance
     between them.
    “Does that hurt?”
    “A little.”
    “Shh. Relax.” He grabbed her hips in his hands, easing back. Rachel sighed in relief.
    But he wasn’t absent for long. He only put enough distance between them to work a
     pair of fingers inside her and stretch her. His clever digits found a sensitive spot
     inside her, and she arched her back, spreading wide for him until she accommodated
     another finger. Then another.
    When she was mewling, Decker withdrew, then nudged his staff against her opening again.
    His nostrils flared, his eyes narrowing. “Now you should be more comfortable. Tell
     me if you’re not, and I’ll work you open slowly. But you won’t get away from me, Rachel.”
    As if she wanted to . . .
    Then he reared back and thrust into her roughly, deeper, working against the swollen,
     constricting flesh of her sex. But his fingers had worked some magic. The discomfort
     was gone.
    He groaned. “That’s right. That’s good. Let me in.”
    Wasn’t he already in?
    Lifting her hips up to him, Decker pressed down into her body with another shallow
     stroke. Then he withdrew slowly. The friction of his flesh over nerve endings she
     hadn’t known she possessed caused her to cry out.
    “I’m getting deeper, beautiful. Yes . . . You’re so sweet and tight. I’m going to
     make you come for me. You want that. I want to feel it. Just take all of me.”
    She still hadn’t?
    Rachel moaned. Decker ground into her clit again with his hard length, then shifted
     down, rooting at her opening once more. With one heavy push, he grunted, then seared
     his way into her body, up, up, up, filling every corner and recess of her with his
     thick possession, stretching her almost beyond her limit.
    Mercy . . .
    He rubbed a sensitive spot so deep inside her that Rachel felt herself swell even
     more. He drew back and kindled all those nerves again. And again. The flames licking
     her body turned incendiary. She bucked under him, cried out for him, clenched her
     fists and begged. His bared teeth and determined face told her that nothing would
     stop him from giving this pleasure to her.
    Holy