Free Caught Up In You ( Edgeplay Part 1) by Jenna McCormick Page B

head in disgust.
    Through his wet pants, I feel the hard length of his penis. Cock, as my romance novels call it. My face heats thinking the rude word. My sex clenches, not caring what it’s called, just wanting to engulf it and milk it dry.
    The hand not securing my wrists traces the bumps of my spine. “Yeah, you want a good, hard, wet ride. The way you’re rubbing up against me like that tells me everything I need to know.”
    I hadn’t realized I was pushing my backside against him until he said so. My body is on fire, hotter than ever, needing something I couldn’t put a name to. Something my instincts tell me only he can give.
    His hand reaches the waterline and continues its journey south. The slow drag down the crease of my butt makes me shiver. He’s slow, methodical in his touch, exploring carefully, as though mapping my body.
    I hold my breath when he comes to the puckered ring of my anus. I’ve never been touched there, never even imagined it.
    He traces the tiny spot with his fingertips slowly and chuckles low. “That’s more than you bargained for, isn’t it, beauty? Have you ever taken a man here?”
    “I’ve never taken an anything there,” I blurt, then wince at my candor. This conversation is the definition of the word surreal.
    His low groan surprises me. “I like that. The idea of getting you ready to take me in your sweet ass, working you open slowly until you fit around my cock like a snug little sleeve. You would let me.”
    He doesn’t phrase it as a question, but I nod anyway, completely lost to the sensual spell he’s cast over me.
    When he moves his finger away, I shiver with a mixture of regret and relief, at least until it traces the outer lips of my vag with that same maddening slow and steady pressure.
    “Are you all wet here, thinking about fucking a billionaire? What do you think he’ll buy you for the privilege of slamming into your greedy cunt? A car? A new fall wardrobe? Just how much is this pussy worth?”
       No one has ever spoken to me that way before, using such crude words. Instead of shaming me, they add kindling to the fire inside me, making it burn higher, hotter, until it rages out of control. I’m more afraid of this sensation than I am of him. A token protest rises up past my lips. “Let me go. I’m not some whore.”
    “No, you’re not, because you’re going to give it to me for free,” he growls.
    Releasing my hands, he lifts me out of the pool. I scramble to get away, but not fast enough, because he clamps onto my hips and buries his face between my legs. I groan when I feel his tongue tormenting my throbbing clitoris and shiver when he laps through the folds. More wetness spills from my channel, my body preparing for him in ways I’ve only ever read about.
    “Finger your clit while I eat you out,” he orders me between strong licks.
    Trembling all over at the thought, I shake my head back and forth, though whether I’m denying him or myself, I have no idea.
     A firm hand slaps my ass. “Do it,” he growls again in insistent demand.
    Can I really help him with my own seduction? Letting him do the things he’s been doing is one thing, but truly participating is a giant leap off a cliff.
    It’s been so long though since I’ve been compelled to touch myself. The way he pushes me makes me realize what I’ve all but forgotten - that I’m a woman with sexual urges and needs.
    Pressing one cheek against the concrete, I spread my knees wider. He makes a sound of approval when my index finger slides between the slippery lips of my sex. His tongue thrashes over the pad before he goes back to licking up every drop my body yields for him like it’s liquid gold. I work my nub faster, pressing harder, craving release.
    “Yes, just like that.” His hands are clamped down on my upthrust hips, his view of me massaging my open pussy unimaginably graphic. His mouth is thorough in its exploration of my secrets. Bold swipes cross my folds, dipping