Free The Alexandra Series by Lizbeth Dusseau

Then with feverish insistence, he dove into my torso, kissing, biting, sucking my nipples, making me believe he’d devour me in sexual madness. I moaned with pleasure while my fevered brain tried to grasp what was happening.
    “Will, please!”
    He pinched a nipple hard enough to hurt, and yet that hurt only left me more aroused, more wanting and needy and begging for more. “Let go, Alex,” he whispered as he continued the foreplay. Suddenly, something came over me. I reached for him with my fingers digging into his t-shirt, clutching it, pulling it away, feeling obsessed with having him naked. Only in my fantasies had I ever behaved like this. I wanted to run my hands along his smooth skin and feel his firm muscles, his penis throbbing against my hand. When our bodies came together again, I felt his naked skin against mine and I thought my body would explode.
    I felt myself pulling back as if it were The Tropics or The Red Rose all over again. “Oh, dear God, this is too going too fast!”
    “No, Alex, it’s not too fast,” he said gently, firmly. “Stop fighting what you want.”
    “But—”
    “But nothing. This is the way you want to be taken so just let go and let it happen.”
    Something in his firm command made my resistance wilt.
    “You want this as much as I do,” he purred as he nibbled on my ear. Then he grabbed my hair in his fist and pulled back, baring my throat again, kissing, biting, sucking my skin so hard I thought he’d drain my blood. My fear seemed to fall away and I swooned against him, wanting more.
    I knew we’d passed the point of no return and stopping was no longer an option.
    There was nothing subtle or romantic about our grasping hands or heated bodies. We’d gone far beyond my fears, where there was no more panic, no resistance, no wishing I was elsewhere, no amount of fright big enough to conquer my desire. There was no attempt to think about anything – and that was the best gift of all.
    I felt the first hot throb of his hard cock against my thigh and I thought I might come right then. Then he stepped back, took my face in his hands and kissed me hard. The force of that kiss seemed to penetrate me to the bone.
    Before I knew what was happening, we were in my bedroom, on the bed. Kissing. Groping. Grasping for pleasure like animals in heat. A ravenous me I’d never known had suddenly emerged from hiding. I felt for his belt, the snap, the zipper and then tore away at his jeans until he scrambled free of them. However, before I could get a good look at his cock, he turned me around in his arms and began stripping away my pants until I was naked with Will’s rigid organ pressing against my bottom.
    I wanted the feel of his cock inside me, the ache for him so deep it hurt. I prayed that he’d enter me before my fears rose up again. I could feel that fear lingering in the back of my thoughts. Again and again I pushed it back. I wouldn’t let it have its way. Not this time. Not this time.
    When he turned me around and pushed me to my knees, there was an instant, but the sight of his erection, so close, so personal, so real, swept the fear away. I watched how right there before my lips his manhood bloomed in all its splendor. All I had to do was kiss it and take it into my mouth.
    Impatiently, Will pressed my head to his cock. “Taste it, Alex,” he said, as if he were ordering me. My body responded to the command, drawing on a deeply submissive place I’d known only in my fantasies. My mouth opened and the hefty erection slipped inside. His scent was dark and earthy, like nothing I’d ever smelled, and as he moved in and out of my mouth in a steady rhythm, I realized that I would have stayed there fixed to his cock forever. But then he suddenly lifted me up so we were face to face, kissing again, rolling back and forth grasping and clawing like beasts. His cock was between my thighs, then suddenly inside me. Its fullness surprised me; it hurt to start, but it was no time at