Free The Professional by Kresley Cole

by his thick girth. When I spasmed around his finger, he went crazy, sucking, setting in with a vengeance, his yell vibrating my clit.
    Wave after wave rocked me, pleasure too scorching to be true. So strong that my vision flickered. . . .
    When I grew too sensitive to take even another lick, I released him from my mouth to move away.
    His answer was a slap across my ass.
    “No, it’s too much!”
    “You’ll take it for me.”
    As he started licking again, I shuddered and twisted atop his tongue. I thought it was a mercy when he removed his finger—until he began lapping directly at my core. “Sevastyan!”
    He pressed my mouth back to his cock. “Take my cum from me. I’m about to give you your fill.”
    I groaned at his words, wanting it. Mouth locked on the head, I ran my palm up and down from the base to my lips.
    His hips rocked to my fist, heels digging into the mattress as his massive body hurtled toward its release. His mighty thighs shook around my ears. “I want you to swallow me.” His accent was so marked I could barely understand him. “You, Natalya.”
    “Umm,” was all I could manage, now welcoming his tongue, knowing he was about to force another orgasm from me.
    He took my pussy with a frenzied, openmouthed kiss, growling, “Every last drop, pet.”
    The idea of swallowing him sent me teetering on the brink of climax, with a rush of wetness for his awaiting mouth. He reveled in it, groans muffled. As he licked me for more, his shaft thickened between my lips, seed surging up his length.
    The pressure he must be feeling as that knot of cum ascended! Readying to erupt . . .
    “Imagine I’m pumping it into you right here—” He speared me with his tongue, breaching my core just as he began to ejaculate creamy liquid heat for me.
    With that first shot of semen, he fucked me with his tongue and yelled into my flesh. As I went over the edge once more, my eyes rolled back in my head. Delirious with pleasure, I drank hot spurts of his cum, swallowing, swallowing.
    Every last drop. . . .

CHAPTER 9

    W ith a vicious curse, Sevastyan tossed me aside and exited the bed as if it were aflame, while I scrambled to the headboard.
    What had just happened??
    As he yanked up his pants, I pulled the sheet over me. Unless I was still dreaming, I was pretty sure I’d just been grinding this man’s face while deep-throating him.
    Who the hell am I tonight? When Sevastyan hissed as he tucked that beautiful semihard shaft back in his pants, my traitorous mind thought: Whoever she is, I can’t wait to be her again.
    I braced for a flood of anxiety. Instead, my body purred with satisfaction.
    “That shouldn’t have happened.” He looked disgusted again—but this time with himself.
    There were myriad emotions he should be feeling right now. Confusion, wonder, awe. Not disgust.
    I was dazed, but in a good way, like I’d just defeated a fever and had come out stronger for it. I was different. I knew all about sex, but I’d never felt the power of it—the power of knowing that a manwho obviously worshipped control hadn’t been able to control his reactions to me. Just as my own had been uncontrollable.
    He searched my face, studying my expression. For what? Disgust to match his? Regret?
    The fear he’d faltered to deliver?
    The worse he appeared to feel about this, the more comfortable I grew. I guessed I was contrary like that. Joke him if he couldn’t take a fuck.
    “So is this the part where you get mad and tell me to cover myself?” For good measure, I let the sheet drop as I stretched my arms above my head. To remind him of the breasts he’d just sucked and the nipples he wanted to pierce.
    He swiped a palm over his face. “This was a mistake.”
    “Of course it wasn’t. What we did was amazing.” In this bed, my dream man had just rocked my world, making me come harder than ever before— three times—and my blow job hadn’t been too shabby either. I was beginning to think I was a born