Free The Mentor (Necessary Lies Book 1) by Alison Ryan Page B

happy to hear him say that. He’d thought of me too.
    So much time wasted.
    “I could come from you just touching me,” I said. “I’m very close.”
    He growled, running a rough hand up my neck, making me feel vulnerable. Like he could have killed me with his bare hands had he wanted.
    “I’ve barely begun,” he said. “Your body is lush and perfect. So young, Camilla. You’re so fucking young. I want to own you. Your innocence. Teach you how to please me.”
    Fuck. I was on fire now. His words made my pussy ache with need.
    “I want to please you so badly,” I said.
    I could feel his tongue against my stomach; could smell my own arousal as he nudged my legs apart.
    “Fuck,” he said. “You’re so wet.”
    I bucked against him, wanting him so bad to be inside me, to be one with me.
    “For you, Nolan,” I said. “You did this to me.”
    I could feel his breath on my clit and I screamed out in pain from the want.
    “Please!” I pleaded. “I can’t take it.”
    He was merciful, his tongue lapped against me, giving me immediate release. He sucked me more and coaxed another orgasm out of me, making me too sensitive for a moment to endure anymore. I ran my fingers through his hair, trying to ease him away, if only to let me catch my breath.
    “So good,” I panted. “You feel so good.”
    He said nothing. He glided up my body to kiss me, to make me taste myself against his urgent tongue. As he kissed me I felt his girth fill me, making me cry out in temporary pain from his size.
    “Nolan,” I cried. “Fuck! You’re so hard.”
    “Tasting you does that,” he said against my ear as he slowly started thrusting into me. I wrapped my legs around him, not wanting him to ever withdraw.
    We made love, the kind I hadn’t expected from him. He was gentle with me, which I needed. His mouth barely left mine as he gave himself to me, and our eyes couldn’t look away from the other. I came easily for Nolan, something I sensed he very much enjoyed as he showed no signs of wanting to stop anytime soon.
    His hands seemed to be everywhere at once. I cried out when I would get close and he’d touch my face as I did what his body was forcing mine to do. I was completely under his command, anything he wanted I gave to him.
    “I want you from behind,” he said. “I need that view, Camilla. Of my precious girl’s ass. You’ve been tormenting me with it for days now.”
    Fuck. His precious girl. It made me so wet.
    “Anything,” I said. “Anything you want, Nolan.”
    “Mr. Weston,” he growled. “You’re to only call me Mr. Weston when we fuck.”
    With that, his pounding began. He’d flipped me over so my ass was in the air, nudging my legs apart, forcing me to lean against my elbows. I’d never been so exposed to a man. I’d never been taken in this sort of position.
    His thrusts were harder now, faster. His hands were on my hips, pulling my ass toward him as he fucked me, doubling his power, no mercy being shown. He was taking what he wanted. I got the sense this is what he’d been thinking of these last couple of nights when he was alone in his bedroom after watching me touch myself outside.
    His grunts and sounds of pleasure lubricated me more than I thought was possible. I could hear our sexes meeting, forceful, brutal, yet it was complete ecstasy. I called to him, begging him for more.
    “Come inside me,” I cried out. “Fill me up.”
    He slowed for a moment and I thought it was because he was about to finish.
    But I was wrong.
    “You’re not getting that for a while,” he said. “I have much more to teach you, Camilla.”
    “Yes, Nolan…” The flat of his hand came down hard on the left cheek of my ass, making me yelp.
    “Try again, Camilla,” he commanded.
    “Mister Weston!” I half-screamed as he increased his tempo, ramming into me half a dozen times, rapid-fire.
    He turned me over again, pushing me back onto the mattress, immediately entering me, his hands under my