Free Trista Ann Michaels by Wicked Lies

didn’t come. Instead, he pulled his finger free and lifted it to his mouth. She watched in lustful fascination as he licked the cream from his knuckles.
    “I think I want you for breakfast,” he whispered and her whole body tingled.
    He slipped his arm under her knees and lifted her. She gasped, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck. No one had ever carried her like this and it made her heart skip a beat in excitement.
    They didn’t go far. Instead of heading into the cabin like she’d expected, he set her on the edge of the table, out of the way of the breakfast dishes. She glanced quickly around the beach, hoping no one was close by.
    “Marcus,” she murmured. “We’re out in the open.”
    “I know,” he said as he coaxed her to lie back on the table. “Don’t worry about who’s out there,” he added as he slid his palms down her sides to grasp her hips and tug her close to the edge. “Just think about me and what I’m going to do to you.”
    He said it in such a sexy tone, she couldn’t help but do as he commanded. And command is exactly what he did. Even if he said it softly, he had a way about him, a tone to his voice that brook no argument.
    Using his palms, he pressed her knees to her chest, forcing her legs wide. She was fully exposed and she felt the heat of a blush move over her whole body as he stared down at her. Removing one hand from her leg, he reached for her pussy. He dragged the back of his fingers down her slit, barely touching her, but it was enough to make her hips buck.
    He dipped one finger into her channel before pulling it back out and spreading the cream through her labia. Sinclair sighed and closed her eyes, enjoying his soft touch.
    “Hold your legs,” he commanded.
    She put her hands at the back of her legs, holding them in place.
    “I think I like you this way,” he whispered as he lowered his head and placed a soft kiss against her lips. “Your legs spread, your pussy smooth, slick and hot … ready for the taking.”
    Sinclair could hardly breathe as he moved his gentle, teasing kisses lower along her body. He seemed to deliberately avoid all the places that would bring her the most pleasure, such as her nipples. Marcus loved to tease, to drive her insane. That’s one thing she’d learned about him last night. He liked to prolong it, to take his time.
    He finally dipped his head between her legs and she held her breath, listening to the sound of the waves as they crashed on shore and the voices in the distance. Her clit was so sensitive, so alive with sensation that the barest of touches would set her ablaze.
    If she came too soon, would Marcus take her back to the shower and punish her again? Just thinking about it made her walls clench in excitement.
    He used the pad of his thumbs to separate her labia, exposing her swollen nub. His hot breath blew across it and she shivered, lifting her hips ever so slightly.

Chapter Ten
    Marcus smiled as he watched her body react to his touch. She was so responsive, so passionate; he could hardly contain his own lust. Making love to her was a challenge for his self control, that was for damn sure. She made him crazy without really even trying.
    Her clean-shaven pussy lips made his cock throb. She was so perfect, so … he licked his tongue along her slit and sighed. So sweet. Her gasp made him grin and he bit down on the edge of her labia. Not enough to hurt, but enough to get her attention and make her moan in pleasure.
    He never imagined his little, sweet, soft-hearted Sinclair was a submissive. He wasn’t even sure she knew it. But she did after last night. She enjoyed the flogger, much more than he’d anticipated for her first time.
    He pulled back and studied her pussy, letting his fingers smooth through the cream, spreading it all over her labia. Her hips bucked and wiggled as he slid her clit between his first and second finger and then pulled back again. He wanted her so bad, he wasn’t sure he could keep this up