Free Hold 'Em: Vegas Top Guns, Book 3 by Katie Porter Page A

hidden font of vanity. Maybe the power trip. Whatever the reason, the result was good. Head-numbingly good. Dive-off-a-cliff-without-a-parachute good.
    Rearing back, she planted a hand flat on the bed behind her. She angled his dick so that the decorative ring brushed her clit, over and over again, until she was seconds from coming.
    She bit her bottom lip to drive back the threatening orgasm.
    His hips jumped. His triceps swelled out in lovely lines of definition as he strained against his own will.
    “Ah-ah,” she breathed. Honestly, deep down underneath the warning, she was loving it, soaking up every bit of attention. She relished that she could push him to flinching, even when he was trying not to. “No moving until I say so.”
    “Please, ma’am. Let me move.”
    “Why should I?” She rubbed his cock head between her lips. Wetness soaked down to where her fingers circled his jewelry. “I’m enjoying myself. Immensely.”
    His grin was a dare extended and accepted, all at once. “Give me permission to move so I can fuck you the way you want. The way your body needs. Hard and fast.”
    She shuddered with full-body excitement. Her hand clenched his dick securely enough that he shook. Good. She didn’t want to be alone in this.
    “Have you been good enough?”
    “You tell me, ma’am.”
    She reared up on her knees until the head of his cock tucked into her. “I have no idea, honestly. But you know what, Michael? I know for damned sure that I’ve been good enough for my rewards.”
    With her knees on either side of his hips, Leah spread one hand across his stomach, wishing her nails were more than blunted tips. She wanted to dig into him, to grab on and ride.
    God, he filled her so well. Stretching, tingling, until she felt him all the way through her body in deep throbs. Head falling back, the tips of her hair brushed against her ass. That soft, teasing flick was a direct contrast to his penetration.
    She ran her hands up his thickly muscled body then bent low to open her mouth over the thin skin covering his collarbones. With the smallest bite, he bucked under her.
    “Now, Michael,” she whispered. “Now you can move.”

Chapter Ten
    Her words were a starter pistol.
    Mike surged. His hips flexed off the mattress, powering his body into her. Holding back had been worth it. Even all those years-ago missteps had been worth it, just to hear her hard grunt. She took all of him easily, but with a pussy so snug that his brain dissolved away. Only a few titillating words lingered here and there. Heat. Slick. Fuck .
    He had a point to prove. Mindless and bound, he also wanted this to be better, hellaciously better, than what they’d shared before. So he fought his gathering orgasm like he’d once fought to stay conscious during a particularly grueling G-force simulation. The body could be controlled.
    He squeezed his hands into fists, right where the length of silver chain rattled against the headboard. With a deep inhalation, he forced his thrusts to slow. Now it was all about the grind, deep and long.
    Leah moaned. “Shit, like that.”
    She nibbled down from his neck, toward the erect nubs of his nipples. Mike watched as she flicked out her tongue. He answered that tingling snap of heat with another long grind.
    He had her permission to move, yes, but the act of fucking her was making him greedy. Wants that had been easier to hold back a few minutes ago became an unstoppable current. He wanted to palm her breast and use his teeth as she was doing now. Only after she was mindless under his steady attention would he suck deeply, so slowly.
    Most of all he wanted to taste her. Mike could smell her arousal, could nearly imagine her sweet cream sliding over his tongue.
    The measured pace of his hips took on a frantic edge. His chest ached from the burning breaths he couldn’t inhale fast enough. Leah’s panting, purring noises were going to drive him insane.
    She reared up from his chest and flicked her hair