Free Love's Taming (The Love's Series) by Maryann Jordan

night, just as he said he would, Stoney showed up at the back door about eight o’clock. Annie’s back door had glass in the top half that she had covered with curtains. Pulling them back so that she could see who it was, she smiled when she saw him. She opened the door but never got out a greeting before he pushed her inside, kicked the door closed, and pulled her close latching on to her lips.
    “Been wantin’ to do that since I left here this mornin’.” He snaked one arm around her back and the other hand held the back of her head firmly. Moving his lips over hers, he wasted no time in plunging his tongue deep inside, eliciting moans that went straight to his dick.
    Pulling away, Annie looked into his eyes, wondering once again how it was so hard to read his expressions. Before having a chance to ponder that thought further, he scooped her up and headed to her bedroom.
    She pulled his tight black t-shirt up and he jerked it off as quickly as he pulled her camisole off of her. She moved her hands to the waist of his jeans, but he moved them out of the way as his hands went to her shorts and he pulled them down. Once again, she found herself completely nude, but strangely felt no shame.
    Stoney cupped her jaw, rubbing his rough thumb over her lips, watching the emotions cross her face even as passion lit her eyes. “Baby, feelin’ the need to be adventurous. Can you take it?” Seeing her questioning look, he leaned in. “Wanna eat you first…been dyin’ to taste you. Then want you on your back and then on your knees. Want you to come so hard you’ll feel me long after we’re done. Wanna make it so that you remember this night and who I am. You with me?”
    Annie felt the jolt between her legs at his words. Licking her lips, knowing the most adventurous thing she had ever done in the bedroom was…well, she couldn’t think of anything but plain missionary sex and that was only with a couple of partners.
    “Yeah,” she whispered. “I’m with you.”
    That was all the encouragement he needed. He backed her up to the bed until she felt the mattress, and then he gently pushed her down. Pulling her to the edge of the bed, he lifted her legs to his shoulders and brought his mouth to her. Diving in, he licked her wet folds, reveling in the taste of her, using his talented tongue while the fingers of one hand rolled her nipple and the other hand pressed her stomach flat on the bed to keep her in place.
    Wanting to move, Annie protested. And then begged. “More,” she panted, feeling the orgasm building. She could feel his chuckle vibrate through her pussy and it was the most amazing feeling. Higher and higher she climbed as she tried to move her hips closer to his face, but his hand kept her still. Finally with one last deep suck on her clit she arched her back as the tremors shook her from deep inside radiating out. Lying on the bed, sated, she barely registered that he had removed his jeans and towered over her. She opened her eyes just long enough to see him lick his fingers.
    Before she could move, he leaned in, grabbing her knees to spread her legs as wide as they would go before slamming into her. Leaning up as he pounded into her, he watched her breasts move up and down with his thrusts, enflaming him even more. “I own this, baby. Just me. Remember that.” With those words, he leaned down, capturing a nipple in his mouth and sucking deeply.
    Annie had never had a man tell her he owned her, but she was too far gone to protest. If this is what it means to be owned, then hell yeah! She didn’t think she would be able to have a second orgasm so closely to the first, but she could tell it was coming.
    “You close, baby?” he asked, his voice rough with need.
    “Yes, yes,” she panted back.
    Suddenly he pulled out, leaving her bereft. Her eyes flew open to question, but before she could think, she was flipped over onto her stomach.
    “Up on your knees, Annie. Stick that sweet ass in the air.”
    She