Free Twisted Desire (The Twisted Series) by Christa Simpson

“Do it
again, and this thing we have going on right here - it’s over. 
Understand?”
    He ignores her and licks at the crotch of her hand; the one
that is trying really hard to chastise him.
    She grabs onto his long, extended tongue with two
fingers.  “You have no idea how badly I want this tongue inside of
me.  But you’ve disobeyed my one and only rule.  Now nod your head
like a good boy and tell me that you won’t do it again.”
    Her actions stump him.  Has he read her all
wrong?  He thought she liked it when he controlled her.  But then she
pulls out a sexy-ass move like that.  Maybe it could be fun if he let her
call the shots.  Just maybe.
    She lets go of his tongue.  His silence isn’t a sign of
any disagreement on his part, but the look on her face in response to his
unsmiling expression is priceless.
    “Well?” she urges him.
    She still wants it.  And he wants to give it to
her.  But he refuses to nod like a good boy .
    “I won’t kiss you,” he agrees.  “But know that it’s not
because I don’t want to.”
    Her tongue darts out to moisten her ruby lips, and they’re
just begging for him to kiss them.  He can’t even tear his eyes
away.  Why won’t she just admit it?  Their chemistry is mystical;
dangerously so.  It has him acting out of character.  He’s acting
like a total pussy.
    That’s about to change.
    “You want me to fuck you?”  Though he means for it to
be hypothetical, she responds to him with parted, passionate lips.
    “Yes,” she moans, as she strokes him through his pants.
    He pulls away to keep the power out of her hands, and it
takes all that he has to do it.  Energy flows from his fingertips, as they
whisper over the dainty lace trimming the top of her black bra.  “How much
do you love this bra?”
    “What?” she whimpers, too caught up in the moment to realize
what he’s asking.
    He tightens his grip on the cups and shreds her bra in half,
with one swift rip.  She moans loudly, as her breasts bounce free, as if
it has turned her on so greatly that she nearly climaxes on the spot.  He
instantly replaces the lingerie with his hands, lifting and squeezing her like
a stress ball.
    With her breasts pressed together, he can’t help but bury
his face in them, to kiss and lick the hollow between those two delicious
mounds.  Aliah wraps one of her short, little legs around his hip and digs
her heel into the small of his back to move herself against him.
    After paying sufficient attention to each milky breast,
giving careful consideration to her fully aroused nipples, he grabs onto her
foot, unwinds it from his hip and lowers it to the floor.  Then he
unbuttons her skirt, pries it open and slowly eases it over her hips, one at a
time, licking his lips as he anticipates how pleasant this is going to be for
him.  He sees her tattoo, up close and personal.
    His fingers disappear beneath the fabric and smooth over her
thighs as he lowers her skirt and panties to her ankles at once, exposing more
black flames.  He’s careful not to snag what’s left of her lacy lingerie,
as he pulls it past her heels, until he’s left her standing there before him
wearing nothing but those fuck-me-now shoes and a sassy smile.
    He picks up one of her heels and presses a kiss to the swell
of her foot.  Harley was never one to obsess over a woman’s shoe, but
seeing Aliah like this puts a whole new spin on things.  He looks up at
her, but finds it difficult to look past her perfectly trimmed pussy.
    Forgetting to restrain her arms while he divested her of her
clothes was his first mistake.  She reaches down to hurry him along and
help him with his shirt.  Not taking any of her cues, he continues with
his slow provocation.  His rough hands whisper over every inch of her
exposed flesh, focusing on those healthy thighs.  He just wants to dig
right into her, as he squeezes a supple ass cheek and presses a kiss just below
her belly button.
    When she shivers, Harley