Free Pinch of Naughty by Gem Sivad Page A

stifle her cries during one incredible orgasm.
    “Yep,” he agreed. “Never found much use for shame. I’m more into tasting,” he murmured in her ear before he nibbled her earlobe. “And smelling,” he brushed his nose against her hair, rubbing his face in the strands, inhaling the scent, “and touching.” He shifted her slightly, covering her hand again.
    Eleanor shivered, another wave of heat flushing her skin as he lifted her hand and cupped it around his engorged shaft. He made soothing noises in his throat, sounds that became a low hum of pleasure as he guided her fingers up and down, stroking the hard length she palmed.
    It was so hot inside the blanket at first she didn’t realize he’d lifted her skirt. She shivered as the heat from his hand painted a blush of desire up her thigh. When his fingers brushed through her nether curls, she whimpered.
    “You give in to temptation often, Eleanor?” he asked.
    “Never,” she answered honestly.
    “That’s too bad, Ellie,” he murmured. “Everyone needs a pinch of naughty from time to time.”
    Abruptly Cyrus stood, pulling the blanket tighter around both of them, leading her toward the ranch door.
    “Where are we going?”
    “To bed,” he growled, moving Eleanor through the door and toward the upstairs.
     
    Cyrus ushered her up the steps, listening to her fuss at him along the way.
    “I have to prepare rolls for breakfast.” She tried to veer off to the kitchen.
    “Later.”
    “Do you always get your own way?”
    “Yep,” he told her. “And right now my way is upstairs in bed.” His cock had already turned to stone as he hurried her along. “Eleanor, this isn’t a good time to debate my management style.”
    In the bedroom, he made short work of her clothes, rendering her naked before he led her to the bed. Standing her in front of him, he sat on the edge of the mattress, ready to roll on a condom.
    Cyrus prided himself on his ability to go long and hard, drawing bed sports out for hours before spilling his seed. But as he looked at Eleanor, every muscle in his body tensed. The need to shoot squeezed his nuts like a vise.
    “Turn the light off—please.” The first part was a crisp demand. She added the last, softening it to a polite request as she stared at the wall above his head.
    If she’d whimpered, he’d’ve let her have her way. But there she was, ready to do battle again. So we’re going to pretend you don’t want it tonight, huh? Cyrus relaxed inch by inch, regaining his control as his sense of humor kicked in. God in heaven, he could smell her arousal, her skin was flushed with desire and her nipples stood at attention, begging to be sucked.
    “Nope.” He smiled when he refused her. “I want to watch us fucking tonight.”
    “You are a sinful devil.” Apparently scandalized, her gaze unlocked from the wall and shifted to his face.
    “Yep,” Cyrus said and grinned. “Now that we’re clear on my character, you can put this on.” He handed her the condom.
    He pulled her closer to him until she stood between his legs. Her lips parted in astonishment as her creamy skin blossomed pink. Eleanor, of the cult of pure womanhood, held the rubber in her hand and peered down at his cock.
    “I-I-I… I don’t know how,” she stuttered.
    “Think of my dick as a tool you’re covering.” Swear to God, he felt as long and thick as her rolling pin when he growled his instructions.
    Eleanor caught her lower lip in her teeth, biting on it as she prepared to sheathe him. He brought her hand to his engorged member, wrapping her palm around his naked length before he leaned back on the mattress, thrusting upward in her grasp. “Familiarize yourself with my equipment, Eleanor.”
    He kept her hand wrapped in his because she looked mutinous, ready to argue.
    “This is unnecessary. You are an idiot.” She squeezed his shaft for emphasis.
    He couldn’t control his grunt of pleasure.
    Startled, she squeezed him again and said, “Your