Free Muzzling the Beast: Taming the Beast, Book 4 by Tina Donahue Page A

The man was too far gone to make sense. His cock kept bobbing against her cheek as if to say, “Me next. Me.”
    In time, baby.
    For now, Constance had too much to do, loving his boy good and long before she released it and eased his other inside her mouth.
    Gabe seemed beyond words, the noises he made conveying his pleasure. With one hand, she teased his anus while she worked his rod with the other and continued to suckle his nut.
    A coarse sound escaped him, part groan, part bellow as he tugged her hair. “No, no, no. I’m going to come.”
    Yeah, so?
    “I want to be inside you,” he cried.
    Hearing his desperation, Constance freed his ball and looked up. He’d clenched his jaw so tightly it must have hurt. His complexion was nearly as dark as hers, face bathed in perspiration. “No problem.”
    She took him in her mouth.
    Gabe groaned loud enough to wake his neighbors but pressed closer, his movements telling Constance what he seemed unable to say. He wanted her to take his full length inside.
    A challenge given his length, clearly more than average, though Constance was hardly daunted.
    As she opened her throat to take even more of him in, Gabe held the back of her head in what seemed to be encouragement. Little by little, they moved closer to each other until the tip of her nose finally touched his fragrant pelt. She inhaled deeply of it and sighed.
    He grunted. “More.”
    Ever obedient to their desires, Constance cradled his nuts in her hand, fondling them gently as she eased his cock out of her mouth and took him deep within once more, her tongue licking, stroking, tempting.
    Gabe choked out a new noise, more primitive than the previous ones, his hips pumping as he tried to control the act.
    Constance wasn’t about to allow it. Again, she eased back and stopped when his crown was between her lips. After imprisoning his succulent flesh, she ran the tip of her tongue slowly over him.
    Gabe’s knees bumped into her shoulders, his balls constricting even more as though ready to shoot their load.
    Not yet. Constance wanted both of them to work for it. When Gabe finally seemed unable to draw an adequate breath, she stilled.
    It took him a few seconds to catch up. “What are you doing? Why’d you stop? Don’t— oh shit—holy crap.”
    She was back at it, giving him her best, doing his cock fast and hard just as she figured he liked.
    Did he ever. His come spurted into her mouth, thick and velvety.
    Constance drank all of it without pause, even licking the length of his shaft and balls before she opened her arms and invited him into her embrace.
    He dropped to his knees, chest heaving, arms resting around her waist.
    Their weight and warmth were a comfort she could get used to but would never know for long. Pushing sorrow aside, she restrained her powers and stroked his head. Now wasn’t the time for him to forget this. It would come when she had no other choice. “Good?”
    He grunted something.
    Smiling, she teased, “Bad?”
    He pulled her into his embrace with far more strength than he should have had.
    Whoa. “You’re cocked and loaded again? Already?”
    “Fucking A.” He paused to catch more breath. “On the bed.”
    Gabe figured the next few minutes might kill him, but no damn way was he going to let on how pooped he was. He didn’t want their relationship to begin on such a note, needing to prove he had endurance to spare.
    His knees popped as he struggled to his feet and a sudden wave of dizziness made him sway.
    Already standing, Constance reached out. “You all right?”
    After a fifteen-minute nap, he’d be great, but wasn’t about to admit it. “No. You’re still not on the bed.”
    She raised her hands in surrender, padded toward it and turned and grabbed the cuffs from where he’d dropped them. “Might need these.”
    Hell yeah.
    Tapping them against her sleek thigh, she moved toward the mattress, ass bouncing merrily, her skin a heavenly expanse of flawless black, dewy with