Free RidingtheWaves by Jennifer LaRose

But it was short-lived because he
moved down her body, his hair tickling her skin as he applied soft kisses. His
hands caressed her sides, moving upward to capture her breasts. When he pulled
a nipple into his mouth, stretching and sucking the sensitive bud, she moaned
and arched into him.
    Her nerves sizzled. The craving to have his big cock shoved
inside her doubled in intensity. Everything throbbed and smoldered. Her
temples. Heart. Pussy and ass. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Brent, I’m not
going to beg.” She ground her ass into the bed. “But please, please fuck me.”
    He lifted his face from her breast. “This is what happens to
women who take advantage of men they assume are sleeping.”
    They assume are sleeping? Oh God! She gulped. “That’s
what this is about?” She grabbed the nylon bindings and clamped them so tightly
her nails dug into her palms. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.”
    He didn’t continue sucking her nipple and instead slid his
tongue down her stomach to her pussy. When the tip breached the folds, he
lightly brushed it over her clit. Her hips bucked off the bed. To hell with
that feathery caress. She needed a sound, firm licking. But she knew he wasn’t
about to give one. The teasing strokes proved he wanted to teach her a lesson
in the punishment for greed.
    If she held her body in check and didn’t react, maybe he’d
intensify the pressure. Taking a huge breath, she steeled herself against his
touch.
    Oh God, did he have to stick his fingers inside me!
    She clamped her teeth together and stiffened. Her nails dug
farther into her palms while fighting the in and out strokes he performed like
a pro.
    Jesus! Not his tongue again!
    While fighting the urge to gyrate her hips, she squeezed her
ass cheeks. That in turn forced her vaginal walls to clamp his knuckles in a
viselike grip. He withdrew both fingers.
    She wanted to scream. And cry. Tears of frustration filled
her eyes. Her neck arched and she dug her ass into the mattress. “I… I swear.
It’ll never happen again,” she panted. “I promise.”
    Without a word he covered her body with his, took his cock
in his hand and guided it into her pussy. One long, smooth stroke completely
filled her. “Mmm,” she purred, rolling her hips, coaxing him to move. She
needed the thrusts smashing in and out of her pussy but he remained still.
“You’re killing me,” she whimpered.
    He laid his hands on her cheeks. “Shhh.” His lips brushed
against hers. “Squeeze me.”
    She constricted her vaginal walls.
    “Just like that, baby. Now hold it.” He withdrew his cock
until only the head remained, then shoved it back inside.
    It rubbed against every nerve imaginable. “Brent,” she
squealed. “I want to touch you.”
    As he kissed her, he reached one hand above her head and
untied the restraints. Immediately she wrapped her arms around him and held on
tight while he fucked her with such force the bed squeaked as if threatening to
break. His biceps and back bulged with rock-hard muscle and he’d clenched his
jaws. He lowered his face and kissed her, his tongue darting in rhythm to his
hips. Short masculine grunts escaped from his throat. Suddenly everything
turned into a blur as her back arched and body convulsed.
    Yes! Finally! “Brent!”
    “Embrace it, Annalee,” he gnashed through clenched teeth.
    She grabbed his ass and rammed him deeper while bucking her
hips to greet each pounding thrust. If not for the damn confinement of her
legs, she would’ve wrapped them around his waist to deepen the passage to her
belly.
    She gave it her all, biting his shoulder, digging nails into
his back, clamping her pussy walls. Then a deep moan overshadowed the creaking
of the bed. He shoved his cock in as far as he could and stilled. The thick
shaft pulsated as he ejaculated deep inside her.
    He propped himself on his elbows and patted the outside of
her mouth with his lips. “Did I hurt you, baby?”
    She brushed damp hair off his