Free Centurion's Honor (Imperial Desires, Book One) by Nadia Aidan Page A

capable of lies.
    With the touch of her hand, her fingers tried to soothe him with the gentleness of her caress. He still desperately fought to maintain the lie, but his body was making the battle an impossible one.
    She understood all too well.
    As if he could read her thoughts, his mouth upon her pussy moved with an almost desperate urgency as he devoured her with hot, hard laps of his tongue.
    He sought to end this quickly, to bring her body to climax so he could withdraw from her—physically, emotionally.
    It was Titus who thwarted his intent.
    Titus kneeled beside her, pumping his ruddy shaft with hard, desperate strokes, the eyelid of his cock weeping with a droplet of his desire.
    His face was twisted in pleasurable agony, the muscles of his body hard and rigid with tension.
    He could not touch her, would not touch her, without Cassius’ permission.
    Cassius’ face softened and he drew back slightly.
    “Take him into your mouth, Anan, and suck him as you just did me.”
    She whimpered with need, at the loss of Cassius’ mouth against her cunt, even as she hungrily sought out Titus’ cock, wanting to satisfy him just as much as she’d wanted Cassius to experience pleasure inside her mouth.
    She turned toward Titus at the same time he sighed and gripped the back of her head, pushing his root inside her mouth at the same time she parted her lips.
    A lewd curse flew from his lips as he filled her with his pulsing cock, driving deep.
    “She sucks cock wondrously, doesn’t she?” Cassius asked with pleasure, with pride.
    “By the gods, yes,” Titus groaned as he shuddered.
    She closed her eyes and savored him, his thick erection stuffed full inside her mouth.
    Cassius’ lips found their way back to her pussy, but this time his mouth was gentler as he built her desire once again. This time he did not seem to be driven by some furious demon of his past, of his present that feared the intimacy between them, the connection building between them all.
    As she sucked upon Titus’ rod, she embraced the heat of arousal roiling through her, crawling inside her belly, insistent and needy as it pumped through her blood.
    She sighed around the cock lodged inside her mouth as Cassius teased and tantalized her with his tongue, an arrow of liquid heat piercing her when he replaced his tongue with a hard, long finger.
    Anan did not mistake the gasp of pleasure, of surprise when Cassius pumped his finger into her sheath, pushing against the clenching walls of her tunnel.
    “You are as tight as a virgin,” Cassius rasped. “How long has it been, Anan, since a man has plowed these depths? Months?”
    Longer, she thought, for she could not speak, her mouth was still full and occupied.
    “You are not yet ready for my cock, for if I take you now I will hurt you.” Anan was in agreement with Cassius on that. His cock was long, Titus’ as well, and thick as her wrist.
    “But when I take you, Anan,” Cassius breathed out, his voice thick and unsteady. The vision of him taking her must have filled his mind, just as it now filled hers and if it was having the same effect upon him, as it was having on her, then she appreciated why his voice now shook. “I shall stretch you fully, I shall bury my rod so deep that it will be many months before you ever find yourself this tight again.”
    Cassius speared her deep with two fingers this time and she cried out as he gave purchase to his words, of what he intended for her. Her body fought against the invasion, but then his lips closed around her turgid bud and her passage became slick with her juices, his journey inside her body now effortless.
    She groaned around Titus’ cock, transferring her pleasure to him as she tightened her lips around his rod and sucked upon him harder, deeper.
    Her purpose had its desired effect and he gasped, his hand fisting her hair. Her jaw opened wider until he could go no farther, until her mouth was stuffed with nothing but cock.
    Titus’ control