Free Bold Beautiful Love -- A Temptation Court Contemporary Romance: Temptation Court: Passion in New York by Angel Payne Page B

his deepest self…the root of his whole essence.
    The cock, like velvet steel, he slides between my ass cheeks.
    Without hesitation, I curl both hands into the comforter. No games. If he means it, I am going to need the security.
    My grip tightens, as he rubs everything along my crack—balls, shaft, crown—over and over and over again.
    Tighter, as he lays a stream of lube between our flesh.
    Tighter still, as he reaches down—and breeches my pussy with his fingers.
    “Oh!” I must be setting a record for the utterance tonight, but it is all I am capable of. “By the Creator!” Or…maybe not. “What— what , by all the saints, is—”
    “Relax, sweet girl.” He tosses the lube aside to keep my lower back pressed all the way down. Why does his voice sound so labored…and so sexy? “Just push into it.”
    Push into it. Right. Only with what…and how? As his cock continues to tease at my backside, the lube slicks over his separate invasion, stretching the walls of my other entrance. It is not his fingers, nor the bullet-style vibrator he sometimes likes to use on me. This… thing …is as big and long as his penis, only it is hard, unrelenting—
    And vibrating.
    “Dear… Creator .”
    It bursts from me, half scream and half choke, as every inch of my core is turned into a conflagration of stars battling into my bloodstream at once. As soon as it does, my body sizzles into a state that proves every syllable of his promise true. I have never known bliss like this—only in the same moment, it is torture, giving way to the need for more. In the space of ten seconds, I am his sensory addict, shrieking from inexplicable arousal…begging without shame for more.
    “Is that good, my sweet armeau ?”
    “Oh…oh, Cassian —”
    “What?”
    “I—I mean—Mr.—ummm—” Hell. What is his name? What is my name? Do I care? Do I need to care? “Oh— dammit —just do not stop. Please do not stop!”
    I am shaking so hard, the spreader bar rattles. Cassian twists, working the device deeper into my pussy. I groan, torn between ecstasy and elation. I have never wanted to climax more in my life while craving to be held off…shown to higher precipices.
    He backs off.
    I moan in thanks…and hatred.
    “Sweet…fuck,” I gasp. “Oh… please …”
    The vibrator is in tight. Cassian leaves it there, now using both hands to widen my ass cheeks. Cold liquid penetrates deeper into my most forbidden opening. His fingers slide in, pushing me farther and farther apart—
    Taking turns with the head of his cock.
    The sensation is…
    Full.
    Immense.
    Too much.
    But not enough.
    Something inside me craves more. Needs this push over the edge of anything I’ve ever experienced before…this gift of everything in my body, my mind, and my soul to him. Letting him command everything he needs. Letting him claim everything he wants.
    Letting him fuck everything he wants.
    And still, I feel him holding back. His own body betrays it, coiled and tense as he starts to work at my rose with his cock alone. But not all of it…
    Until he digs a hand into the flesh of my hips. Uses the other to work the vibrator high and hard into my sex again. Groans and purrs at once, starting to set a wildcat rhythm with his hips.
    My body throbs and rocks, attempting to meet his thrusts. With what few brain cells he has not yet pounded from my skull, I focus on keeping my muscles open and expanded, instead of clenched and climaxing. It is not easy, especially when he clicks the sex toy to a higher setting. Slicks everything with a fresh coat of lube. The contrast of the cold liquid to my hot— everything —adds another layer of arousal to the mess of my senses.
    “So…good,” I manage to pant out. “So…damn…good!”
    His snarl is a raw, low coil. His hold is a brutal, hard demand. His thighs are flexed sinew between mine, meshing his sweat with mine. The scent of it is thick in every electric ion of the air between us, intensified by the