Free Pearl (The Pearl Series) by Arianne Richmonde Page A

sexy nectar.
    “Please fuck me, Alexandre. Please.”
    But I wanted to make her wait. Part of my plan, my history of success with the female sex: Make women beg for it. Make them want more. Control yourself.
    I began a slow, torturous tease, fucking her with my tongue. In and out, careful not to touch her clit, which was swelling with desperation for me to play with it. Pearl was moaning, clawing her fingers in my hair, and yelling out.
    “I can’t take this anymore. Please. Please Alexandre, I need you to fuck me!”
    I laid her ass back down on the bed and fished a condom out of my jeans’ pocket. Lambskin. Better sensation. The only ones that fit properly and didn’t pinch me. I rolled it onto my solid length. I wanted her to feel every tiny nuance, every little movement as I stretched her open. So I’d go slow. Little by little. I couldn’t overwhelm her or my whole game plan would be spoiled.
    I lay my naked body carefully on top of her, my erection poised at her wet entrance, throbbing and twitching a millimeter away from her. She was flexing her hips at me again; her legs open wide. Every time she pushed forward, she could feel my hardness, her clit slapping against me. She was moaning, her tongue lashing out at my mouth and I kissed her hard. Deep. Hungrily. She was getting the kiss she wanted but I wasn’t going to fuck her yet, as most men would have done at that point. This took willpower, believe me.
    I let myself dip into her, with tiny, shallow thrusts. Only my tip was fucking her. She was going wild.
    “Oh God,” she moaned. “Please, oh God. Don’t stop. This is incredible.”
    Then I stopped. I pulled back a touch.
    “Alexandre! What are you doing to me? Why are you torturing me?”
    My lips flickered into a gentle smirk. “Torture can lead to heaven,” I murmured. I started fucking her clit. Again, just tiny, almost imperceptible thrusts, as my hard cock massaged her between her wet folds. She was screaming. Screaming.
    “Ssh, baby. Quiet now. So juicy. I love your hair, your soft skin, your incredible body, your Big. Blue. Eyes. On each of those words I thrust inside her, rolled in little circles to massage her clit with my pubic bone, and then pulled back out. I was huge. Swollen as fuck. I was counting in my head. One, one thousand, two, one thousand, three ….I had to stop myself from coming. This was getting too hot to handle.
    “Are you ready for all of me?” I said with a low groan.
    “You’re so big. It’s so huge . Oh God!”
    What she told me was the truth. What I said about your cock being a tool—that was no joke. Tools can do wonders but tools can also do damage, depending on how you use them. I had to go easy. If I pounded into her now, it would be uncomfortable for her; there was no way she’d come.
    “Jesus, you’re tight. Like a virgin,” I said, entering her a millimeter more.
    I still didn’t feel she was ready to be fucked yet so I carried on teasing her with tiny thrusts, my crown feeling incredibly sensitive, even though I was wearing a condom. Then I withdrew completely, took my cock in my hand and slapped it back and forth on her hard nub. From the noises she was making and her movements, I saw she was on the verge of coming. Her eyelids started fluttering, her legs stiffened and she looked as if she was entering another zone. I pushed my cock halfway inside her and she started shuddering, her inner contractions pulsating and quivering all over me. I held it there, not even all the way in. She was moaning again, her back arched, her fingers clawing and gripping my ass like she never wanted our groins to part. Ever. She was coming hard, her hands clutching my buttocks to bring me closer.
    “Alexandre, I…. Jesus, aahh… aahh …oh my freaking God!”
    I stopped my one, one thousand and let myself go. Fuck, this girl was hot. I imploded inside my sweet, hot pearlette, luxuriating in her as we both came together, united in our carnal frenzy: our greedy,