Free Hooked (Decadence Nights Book 1) by Maddie Taylor

pussy. “Ah, how lovely, you’re soaking wet. It’s funny, our brains sometimes get us in trouble, for whatever reason trying to control our reactions, telling our lips to lie or attempting to hide our emotions behind a false persona or mask, but some involuntary responses are beyond its control. Take sexual excitement, for example: flushed cheeks, accelerated breathing, hard nipples, a pussy drenched with honey. Involuntary, thank goodness. Our bodies can’t lie.” His fingers slid over the wet seam of her lips, pressing more firmly against her clit, circling it slowly all while watching her intently. “Are you hungry, Livvy?”
    “Starving, Master.”
    He chuckled again. “You’re beautiful in your submission, little one. You’re also very obedient and this pleases me. I believe I mentioned a reward for good behavior. Would you like that?”
    “Yes, please.”
    “Come to the couch.”
    She started to get up and follow him as he walked away, but over his shoulder, he corrected her assumption. “No, pet, I want you to crawl.”
    She sucked in a shocked breath. Never had anyone asked that of her. But, she wanted to submit, and that meant obeying. She also wanted pleasure beyond her dreams as he’d promised. After the last 24-hours when her body had been rife with need, wanting him and desperately craving release, she wanted that more than anything. Resigning herself to a new layer of submission, she crawled on hands and knees to where he was seated in the middle of his large tufted tweed—yes, tweed—couch.
    As she moved toward him, he shrugged out of his jacket and stripped off his tie. Despite her undignified position, Livvy felt empowered, undulating slowly forward beneath his unwavering gaze. As she inched closer, she suppressed a grin as he tossed his immaculate clothing heedlessly toward the armrest, paying no attention as they fell haphazardly to the floor. Settling back, he spread his legs, patting his thighs.
    She crawled right between them and up into his lap, rubbing against the hard bulge in his trousers as she did so. His hands moved her along by gripping handfuls of her voluptuous ass and guiding her until she straddled him. Joseph’s head fell back against the couch as he looked up at her.
    “Kiss me, Livvy.”
    As she lowered her mouth to his, her fingers sank into the hair at the back of his head where it was longer and her fingers could thread through the dark strands. When their lips touched, their passions ignited like a match to tinder. Lips searched, tongues entwined, hands and fingers explored while hips thrust and ground together. It didn’t go on long.
    In a raspy voice, Joseph ordered, “Raise up. I need to have you now.” Sheathed in latex the next instant, he drove upward as he pulled her down, embedding himself deeply and fully. With a cheek in each hand, he demanded, “Ride me hard.”
    Her head fell back as she began to move over him. Testing the position at first, she eased up and slid back down. His fingers curling into her ass cheeks urged her faster. With his hands as a guide, she picked up the pace, quickly falling into a rhythm. Like a dual-action piston in a well-oiled machine, they rode each other hard, her body plunging to meet his upward thrusts as they slammed together in a rough, greedy fuck. There was no better way to describe it.
    A day’s worth of sexual frustration made Livvy’s control razor thin, so when his hot mouth latched onto a nipple and drew on it fiercely, it was all she could take. Her release, coming after what seemed like an eternity of waiting, emanated from way down in her toes, surging upward until her breathless ecstatic cries filled the room.
    As if a cue he’d been listening for, Joseph’s arms tightened and he flipped her to her back. Rising over her, he pushed her knees to her chest and came into her harder, driving profoundly deep until he too found his release. Unlike her airy moans, he came with rough, animalistic groans of