Free Badass by Sable Hunter Page A

hands with his, she begged. “Please? I just want to look at you.” The desire in her eyes was his undoing. Isaac almost popped off a couple of the tiny black buttons helping her, Libby was gonna fuss at him if she had to sew them back on. When it was all undone, he whipped it around and tossed it and the vest to the floor. Avery stared and licked her lips. “Isaac – oh, Isaac.” She pressed both palms on his pecs and began to rub. “As it says in the Psalms – you are magnificently and wonderfully made. I could just eat you up.” Without waiting for an invitation, she mimicked his earlier action and rubbed her mouth across his copper colored nipple before circling it with her tongue.
    “Enough!” He framed her face and stopped her erotic play before he embarrassed himself by shooting his wad in his shorts. “I need your attention to be focused a little lower down.”
    “On your penis?” Her delicate way of speaking made him smile.
    “At least you didn’t call it my petey. That was what Nathan used to call his little contraption. Say it, Avery. Any woman who is about to give a man a blowjob ought to be able to call a spade a spade.” She looked at him skeptically, but the pulse point at her neck was visible and fluttering like a butterfly behind silk.
    She gulped, but gave it a shot. “Your . . . cock.” As soon as the words left her lips, she smiled in triumph and Isaac’s heart did a swan dive. Damn, if he didn’t toughen up toward this little darlin’ she was gonna completely ruin his Badass Dom reputation. “Free me,” he directed gruffly. Turning her attention to his rapidly expanding manhood, she set out to divest him of his briefs. The look of concentration on her face was priceless. At the corner of her mouth, a little pink tongue emerged. And when she unveiled him and gasped at what she had uncovered, he thought she was the cutest, sweetest thing he had ever seen. “Goodness!”
    Isaac forced himself to be still – and just enjoy. Avery held out her hand - fingers almost touching his dick – as if she expected it to jump up and grab her – and he was so hard, he just might. She let out a harsh breath and ran a finger from base to head, tracing the ridges and veins. “You’re beautiful,” she breathed. With tender care she circled the swollen plum head and gasped when it jumped in her hand. She measured it, holding it up to his belly and against her palm. Isaac didn’t know how much more he could stand. “Avery if you don’t get down to business, I’m gonna expire from sheer exasperation.”
    She locked eyes with Isaac as she carefully wrapped her hand around his rod and squeezed. “You are so hard and hot,” she almost moaned as she whispered the words. Moving her fist up and down – she watched his face as he closed his eyes and let his head fall back. “Does that feel good?” she asked, needing to know she was doing it right.
    “Hell, yes,” he hissed. “But I need your mouth. I need you to suck me.” Honesty – he believed in honesty. She pumped him twice more, her hips working back and forth in an agitated motion. “What’s wrong?” He knew, but he wanted her to tell him.
    “I feel needy, like I did when you were touching me a bit ago.”
    Her confession mesmerized him. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need,” he promised. When she reached between his legs and found his balls, his breath hissed from between clenched teeth. Yes, he’d give her what she needed - but not right yet. “God Almighty!” She was killing him.
    “They’re so hard and big.” She rolled his testicles between her fingers and his hips lifted – begging for more. “Avery. . .” he warned.
    “Don’t worry,” she smiled at him and wiggled as if hunting a comfortable spot. “I can do this – I’ve been practicing.”
    Practicing? What the hell? Isaac started to think what that might mean, but when she covered the head of his cock with her hot, wet, velvety mouth – his mind