Free Programmed To Please (The Tau Cetus Chronicles) by Jenna Ives Page B

of their kiss, or, like yesterday, giving his cock over to the power of her mouth. In fact, she loved his kiss so much that she buried her hand in his thick black hair to pull him closer, her tongue probing, exploring every inch of his mouth, tangling deliciously with the rough velvet of his tongue.
    He liked it, too. She knew because his cock hardened against the side of her thigh and he moaned low in his throat in obvious masculine approval. The hand covering her breast shifted so that he could squeeze her nipple tightly between his thumb and forefinger.
    Jai inhaled sharply, never breaking their kiss. Pleasure shot straight from her breast down to her groin. A rush of wetness settled between her thighs.
    She wanted him. She needed him. Now .
    Sensing her readiness, Marque broke off the kiss, and rolled on top of her. He parted her thighs with his knees and guided himself to the entrance of her body. Staring into her eyes, he watched her intently as he slowly penetrated her with his cock, inch by powerful inch. Slowly. Deliberately. He was determined, calculated, and much, much too controlled.
    “Ahh… Marque…”
    The pleasure was a thousand times more intense than if he’d just blindly thrust himself inside her and started moving like he had on Monday. Jai’s head ground back into the mattress, breaking their visual bond, her fingers desperately clutching the bed sheet.  She couldn’t help it. The exquisite torture of being slowly impaled by Marque’s amazing cock made her writhe and jerk beneath him, desperate for him to finally bury himself deep inside her.
    “Look at me,” he ordered.
    She forced her gaze back to his. His grey eyes glittered like diamonds and there was a thin sheen of sweat on his brow. His tight control was obviously costing him.
    He pushed inside her another inch.
    Her eyes rolled back in her head. “Ahh… Marque…please…”
    “Look at me.” He gave her one more deliberate inch.
    “Marque…” She tilted her hips to take him deeper, in desperate invitation.
    He finally took pity on her. Or maybe his own control finally broke. With a throaty groan and a determined push, he buried himself to the hilt, grinding his groin against hers to make sure every bit of him was inside her.
    She gasped out loud. She could feel him all the way to her stomach.
    “Bloody hell,” he swore. The wild, glittering look was still in his eyes. He was as affected by this as she was.
    And they hadn’t even truly started yet.
    “Fuck me, Marque,” she begged.
    Without hesitation, he began to move.
    Thank God. Jai thought she’d come when he eased his long cock out of her and again when he pushed back in, but just when he’d set a rhythm she was sure would finally send her into a shattering climax, he abruptly anchored his hands on her hips and rolled her over so that she was on top of him.
    With their rhythm broken, it took both of them a few seconds to catch their breath. Sprawled as she was atop him, Jai pushed herself up on to her hands to give Marque a questioning look.
    “I want to see you,” he growled. “I want to see your reactions, see your body during sex. I can’t do that with you buried underneath me.”
    The comment thrilled Jai. Marque had deliberately not looked at her the three times they’d previously had sex, and Jai was sure it was because Marque didn’t want to become emotionally attached. All part of his refusal to get addicted to a Beautiful Doll.
    Marque’s demand to watch her now was a very good sign for Commander Rainey’s plan.
    She shifted her legs so that she was straddling him, still impaled on his cock. He wanted to see her reactions? Well, that wouldn’t be hard. She’d gone a year without sex and these last two days without coming! And let’s not even mention that Marque has the most amazing cock I’ve ever seen… All she had to do was act naturally. Be herself.
    Giving him a small smile, she began to move.
    Dear God.
    Marque’s cock was so big it filled her