Free Teach Me: Sinful Desires by Sienna Mynx Page B

tongue in deeper. He owned her again, sweeping the corners of her mouth with his swift-moving tongue, tasting her tonsils, drawing her delicate tongue deeper into the kiss. It was a mouth-watering kiss that gave her a little freedom to be confident and him a shiver when she placed her hand on his groin. Her touch was a show of boldness he’d make her regret. Rain, as she called herself, squeezed him with a shaky hand. He gripped the back of her neck with his free hand while fingering her tight hole. His tongue plundered, thrust, and chased hers. Her breath was sweet and sour from the vodka martinis, an interesting mix that intensified with her scent and the mixture of the vanilla scented candles. He wanted to smell her sex and know her in the most carnal way. But he had to pace himself. She wasn’t ready, though she thought so, and wanted him to think so. But she was getting there.
    He sucked at her lips, nipped them and sucked harder, possibly too hard by the way she trembled and whimpered in his hold. He released her to come up for air. His lungs flooded with it, but he also tasted her essence. Her mouth gaped open. She lazily lifted her lids with a dazed cover to them.
    Sir, shed his shirt. Taking her hand, he rubbed it over his cock, knowing that he was blessed. Her soft digits stroked his zipper, and his cock quaked and doubled in size.
    “Open it. It’s for you,” he panted into her warm delicious mouth, stealing another kiss.
    That quick wit of hers wasn’t there. She had no smart reply. But she did as she was told. Steadying her fingers, she slowly pulled down the tab of his zipper.
     

Seven
     
    Destini blinked up at him as he rolled his broad shoulders before locking his fingers behind his head. It put the full massive spans of his chest before her. Beautiful. My word, the man was beautiful, even more so out of clothes. If only she could see his face. The damn mask covered half of it reaching to the bridge of his nose. She tried not to falter in her speech, or stare too much. He already read too much into her hesitance. Whatever her fears were, she wanted this. She wanted him.
    His pants opened. He wore no underwear, which she gathered when she first touched him. And by the length of him, she considered it was probably best. No cock this thick and delicious should be locked away behind a pair of Hanes.
    Destini’s eyes dropped to his silky nest of curls. She pushed his pants off his narrow hips, and all of his manhood dropped free. She actually licked her lips out of desire for his glistening rod. She’d tried oral before on Russell, but he didn’t like it. She thought it was her and her inexperience that turned him off. She wished he had taught her. When her eyes scaled up to Mr. Whiskey, she was grateful. She would rather be his student instead. Shirking off Destini, she became Rain, because that’s what she thought he wanted and what she needed.
    “Cover it. I want… I want to suck it,” she ordered.
    Sir chuckled. “I plan to stick it in every hole you have tonight,” he answered.
    He stepped out of his pants and shoes. Destini dropped down to roll his silk socks from his feet. She rose again, a little too anxious. But she couldn’t help herself. She ogled parts of his body as if she had never seen a man before. She was tempted to ask him to turn so she could see his ass. But instead, she just focused on his cock.
    She backed away, the top of her head bumping the cuffs that dropped from the ceiling.
    Sir approached her until the footboard of the bed stopped her. He nodded that it was okay to sit. She couldn’t explain it, but the silent communication was clear. She did as he wished. Following him with her eyes, she watched as he went to the side of the bed. The thin curtain from the canopy did little to conceal him. He came back with a strand of packaged condoms.
    Thank God, because if he didn’t have them, the party was over. No way in hell she’d play with her life. She was already gambling