Free Carnal (Her Dark Desires #1) by Lola Taylor Page A

were treated like
royalty among their kind, which made her something of a princess. She probably
wasn’t used to having people talk down to her.
    “My
- my father will hear of this!” she screamed as I sauntered into the unclaimed
bedroom. “He’s a very powerful man! You’ll be lucky if you’re not the one
killed in your sleep, succubus!”
    “Go
ahead and try,” I called back blandly, and kicked the door shut. For good
measure, I locked it too, though I knew that wouldn’t stop a pissed off were
from breaking in. They had crazy strength, and unless they had steel-reinforced
locks here, my insolent roomie would have no issue breaking down that door.
    Sighing,
I took off my boots and collapsed onto the bed.
    The
purple satin comforter and silver pillows were a nice contrast to the
honey-colored walls. There was no TV in the room, which was a bummer, but then
again I was surprised we had one at all.
    Sighing,
I sat up and dug out my laptop, headphones, and a notepad before popping the
unnamed disc in the drive and settling back against the pillows.
    I
perked up at hearing Hector’s voice. It was so smooth and dark, like being
caressed by velvet. “Trista,” he purred. “So good to hear from you again.”
    “I’ve
been looking forward to this all week.”
    “As
have I. Close your eyes.”
    I
did as he said, wanting to visualize things as much as possible.
    “I’m
going to slowly unzip your dress, then kiss you from your mouth all the way
down to your clit.”
    The
familiar heat returned to my cheeks, but it wasn’t as predominate as it was
before. Some of it leaked to another area of my body, an ember that hadn’t died
since our first meeting.
    Trista
must have been having a similar reaction, because she gasped. “Go on.”
    “I’m
going to stroke you with my tongue until you’re nice and wet. That’s it. Good
girl.”
    My
breathing picked up in rhythm with Trista’s.
    “Your
hips buck against me as we settle into a familiar rhythm, my tongue lapping
faster and faster, bringing you to climax.”
    “Oh,
yes,” Trista murmured.
    “You
cry out my name,” Hector went on. “Your hands tangle in my hair, and I suck on
your swollen clit, then run the tip of my tongue along your damp cleft.”
    “Oh,”
Trista moaned.
    A
soft gasp escaped me as my back arched, my mind locked deep in the image Hector
wove.
    “There
now,” Hector said. “I know you’re ready for me. I slowly lower my zipper and
pull my pants down, preparing to mount you.”
    Trista
and I both sucked in our breaths in anticipation.
    “The
tip of my swollen cock caresses your opening, prodding, wanting to enter you.”
    “Yes,”
Trista begged. “Please.”
    “I
slowly lower myself into you, relishing the way you stretch around me, making
room for me. I’m almost too big.”
    I
whispered Hector’s name, my nails digging into the satin.
    “You
moan as I fully sheath myself. Your pussy feels so warm around my cock.”
    I
gasp as he goes on.
    “I’m
riding you now, slowly and surely, hitting your sweet spot with each thrust.
You buck your hips, grinding your clit against me as we fuck. God, you feel so
good. I grab your wrists and hold them above your head as I pound you harder
and harder, watching you come.”
    Trista
cried out, startling me as she screamed Hector’s name so loudly.
    “You
feel amazing spasming around me. Just one more thrust and…”
    The
sound of Hector coming, a feral sound somewhere between a groan and a growl, was
enough to make my nipples tighten. What would it feel like to have him come
inside me, to know I had brought him to climax?
    Trista
was panting hard now, as was Hector, though I suspected he was doing it just
for show. “Thank you,” Trista said breathlessly.
    “Thank
you,” Hector rasped. “Sleep well, princess. I’ll see you at the same time, next
week.”
    “Yes,”
murmured Trista in a dream-like daze, then the call disconnected.
    The
other calls were all like that, following a