Free Netherworld: Drop Dead Sexy by Tracy St.John Page B

contentment as our
bodies melded. My nipples were hard as they scraped against the
crinkly scatter of hair on his chest. If sheer masculinity can be
sweet, then Dan was the yummiest piece of candy I’d ever
tasted.
    He moved with decisive precision, his
strokes sure with confidence. Right away I hovered on that luscious
edge again, eager to dive into the drowning waters of
bliss.

    Dan’s assured poise titillated every
bit as much as the masterful way he plunged in and out of my body.
I’d never been so ready to climax so soon after penetration. I
keened with pleasure and fought to keep from falling over into
sweetly beckoning orgasm.
    “Tell me how it feels, baby girl,” he
encouraged.
    “So strong,” I cooed. “I want to come
already, and it’s killing me not to.”
    “Keep talking. I want to hear you tell
me how I feel inside you.”
    I groaned. “You’re bumping up against
my cervix. It’s intense, like electrical shocks traveling up and
down my body. Your body against mine … powerful. Even if I said no,
you could take what you want from me. I have no defense that could
stop you.”
    “That excites you.”
    I groaned in response. Telling him how
vulnerable he made me feel was heady stuff. The first involuntary
spasm licked through my belly. I shuddered and tried to fend off
the encroaching bliss.
    “Tell me more.”
    I sobbed breaths, fighting the need to
succumb to what his body, his commands were doing to me. “Thick …
making me full. Driving in and out. Taking your pleasure. Please …
Sir.”
    “Do you want my permission to come,
baby girl?”
    I was losing the fight to deny my body.
Another slow, hard convulsion clenched my insides. Oh heaven help
me.
    “Ask for permission,
Brandilynn.”
    “Please, Sir. May I come?”
    His hand reached between us. “Yes, you
may.” He pinched my clit hard, and I took off in a rocket blast of
sensation. Pulses shot me up and over sight and sound, blinding and
deafening me so that all I knew was the shattering crescendo of
bliss. How long I remained suspended that way I don’t know; it felt
as if an eternity, it felt as if a brief nanosecond. The orgasm
took me beyond any grasp of time and space.
    When I set back down, Dan still
crouched over me, his eyes wide and his breath coming in quick
pants. He was breathing? “Did I really do that to you?” he
asked.
    “Most definitely. But you
didn’t—?”
    “Not yet. If I wasn’t already dead,
holding off might have killed me.” He pulled free, sitting back on
his knees. “Roll over, baby girl.”
    Shaky and weak, I nevertheless obeyed
him. He gripped my hips, putting me up on my knees. I moaned to
feel his eager flesh pressing on the tight rosette of my rear.
Everything about me softened in nervous, needy anticipation. I’d
never had a man as thick as Dan that way.
    “Slow and easy, baby girl. Open to
me.”
    The pressure grew as he pushed into my
tightest sleeve. His gentle penetration forced a steady yielding
from my body, and I gradually enclosed his silken steel. The
seldom-used flesh burned as it gave way to the intruder. I
whimpered, willing my body to get past the stretch, to find the
pleasure this kind of play always brought me.

    And there it was, that slow blooming of
carnal delight, suffusing my nether regions and overcoming the low
ache of his possession. Once again I found myself edging towards
gratification.
    “Are you all right, Brandilynn?” Dan
heaved for breath now, no doubt closing on his own peak.
    “More, Sir. I want more,” I groaned.
Brave because he didn’t know the rules of domination and submission
nor that I was breaking them, I pushed backward to greedily take
him in.
    A hiss of pleasure warned me I had
taxed his ability to be cautious, and he pressed into me harder,
forcing all of himself in. Pain and desire fought an excruciating
battle for a few moments. I gasped, automatically breathing hard
because that’s what one did at moments such as these, dead or not.
My fists