Free Wolf Moon by Desiree Holt Page A

his testicles, at the base of his spine.
    And then she stopped, the way she always did.
    He would never have believed Alexa Martin could be such a terrible tease. Only it wasn’t just the teasing. She knew exactly what she was doing—building him by layers to a climax that would shake him until he came apart.
    He felt the soapy massage again—shoulders, waist, buttocks, then the dainty fingers sliding into his asshole and fucking him with infinite care. Her fingers moved in and out of that dark tunnel, setting every nerve in his body on fire. As the blood in his veins heated to boiling, Alexa dragged a fingernail over the tip of his cock, running it lightly through the slit.
    “Jesus Christ,” he exploded.
    She nipped at his shoulder, a favorite habit, then rubbed her cheek against the teeth marks.
    And finally, finally, she increased the movement of both hands, pulling him to the top of the mountain, stealing his breath. Every muscle in his body clenched with anticipation. And then he was there, the orgasm spreading from the base of his spine, through his balls, through every nerve and fiber. His cum spilled over her hand in a hot, thick stream, pulsing, spurting, until at last he was completely emptied.
    Spent.
    Weak as a kitten.
    Alexa rinsed them both off under the shower head, dried them with her big fluffy towels, and led him to the cool, crisp sheets of her bed. He collapsed onto his back, taking her with him. She lay expectantly nestled against his shoulder, waiting for him to recover, shivering with need. Then it would be her turn.
    With a surge of energy, he rolled her to her back, circling her wrists with one of his powerful hands. He stretched them over her head while his tongue did wicked and clever things to every inch of her body.
    He felt her tense with disappointment and surprise when he tucked her up against him and closed his eyes. He had a treat for Miss Alexa Morgan tonight, but he needed every bit of his strength to pull it off.
     
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    Snap!
    Click!
    Alexa came awake at the sound of metal on metal. When she opened her eyes, Jesse loomed over her, desire smoldering in his whiskey-colored eyes. A hungry smile teased his lips. Heat rolled off his body and covered her like a blanket.
    “Did you really think I’d let you go off to sleep without giving your pussy the proper attention? Or any other part of your body?” He chuckled, a predatory sound.
    Alexa tugged at the handcuffs threaded through the bars of the headboard and securely locked in place. She ran her tongue over her lips. “And what exactly do you plan to do with me, Mr. Policeman?”
    “Make you beg for mercy. What else?” He reached for something on the nightstand. Alexa turned her head to see him opening a small white box and remove what looked like chandelier earrings.
    “You brought me jewelry?” she asked.
    “Very special jewelry.” He nodded.
    Bending his head, he took one nipple into his mouth, biting it gently then using his tongue to press it against the roof of his mouth. Her nipples had always been extremely sensitive. From the moment Jesse discovered that fact, he’d delighted in tormenting them any way he could. Sometimes, he would bring her to orgasm from nothing more than licking and sucking those hard diamond buds.
    She arched up against his mouth, urging him to take more of her breasts into his hot cavern, but he focused only on the nipple and the darkening areola. Now, taking the tip of one in his teeth, he tugged until it swelled to his apparent satisfaction. Then he reached for one of the pieces of jewelry.
    “I saw these and knew they were made for you, darlin’.” His voice was husky as he slipped a thin gold circle over the distended nipple and locked it into place.
    Immediately, Alexa felt the pinch of metal then the quick segue of pain into pleasure. Liquid trickled from her pussy down the inside of her thighs. Jesse’s nostrils flared as he scented her arousal.
    “You like that, do you?” That