Free Entangled (A Tryst Novel) by Alex Rosa Page A

bottom lip. “Whatever do you mean?”
    He pulls away just enough to drop his chin to watch my hand sliding up and down his shaft. “I want you touching me all the time, and once I get it, I’m in over my head. Sometimes I imagine licking and kissing every inch of your smoking-hot body, and I tell myself that that’s what I’m going to do the next time I see you, but when I have you, I can’t seem to control myself. You turn me into an animal. I just want to fuck you into next week, okay?”
    “So romantic,” I chide, shooting him a smirk before leaning in to place slow, determined kisses on his chest, up his neck and onto his jaw until I reach his ear, “Then what are you waiting for?”
    I hear him suck in a breath. His hands find their way to my hips, curving over the skin above my jeans. His hands are like sinfully hot irons against my skin. With brash determination he grabs for my shirt, pulling it off my body.
    He moves to peel my hands from him, pushing me until I fall back onto his bed.
    I’m in awe staring up at him at my shirtless boy wonder, his hand reaching for his cock as he stares right back.
    “Hard and fast?” he questions, but it’s definitely rhetorical, because I’ve never been one for soft and slow.
    “How about dirty?” he adds.
    I nod eagerly, licking my lips, my eyes fixated on his erection, getting turned on and soaking.
    He steps up to the edge of the bed, pushing his hips out. “Then suck.”
    I sit up on his bed, scooting to the edge, and open my mouth.
    “So dirty. So good,” Blake says, taking that final step forward, putting the head of his cock at my lips.
    Sticking my tongue out, I lick at the tip, looking up at him before wrapping my mouth around his girth.
    I draw the full length of him into my mouth, drawing a hiss from Blake’s lips. It fuels me forward. I love hearing Blake on the edge of ecstasy because of me. It always starts in tiny restrained gasps, and in the tensing of his muscles, until it’s released in a breathless prayer of my name. It’s a reaction a girl could easily get addicted to. Capturing Blake has been only half of the battle that is the war that is this man. These mini victories along the way are sinfully gratifying, and above all, fascinating.
    I lift my hands up to wrap around the base of his rock-hard length, moving them up and down in rhythm with my mouth. His hips flex forward as he slides into my mouth, nearly hitting the back of my throat.
    I hum my satisfaction. His hips buck at the sensation, and I know I’m doing something right.
    His fingers tangle in my hair as he guides my mouth to match the quickening rhythm of his hips.
    I draw him in as far as I can, picking up speed as he drives into my mouth, my grip tightening with every lapping stroke of my mouth.
    “Oh God, Skye. I’m gonna come, slow dow—”
    I pump my mouth and hands faster, causing his words to get choked off by his oncoming orgasm.
    “Fuck, fuck . . . fu-uck . . .” he groans, emptying himself into my mouth. The warm liquid slides down my throat as I hum my eager satisfaction. I drink him in, basking in his trembles as he pulls himself away so he can get a grip.
    I lick at my lips, swallowing with a proud smirk.
    “I like it when you let go. It’s my favorite,” I whisper.
    The rapid rise and fall of his chest is so distracting on such a perfect specimen that I don’t get a chance to devour his look of admiration, especially when he’s kicking off his pants and briefs and tackling me back onto the bed.
    “Blake!” I squeal. “I swear, your stamina is insane!”
    I can feel the hardening of his cock against my inner thigh as he pins me to the bed.
    “I’m just a starved man, Skye. What else am I supposed to do when I’m finally allowed a feast?” he says as his lips make their journey down my neck and over my breasts and his hands make quick work of the rest of my clothes.
    “Well, thank fuck for that.”
    His laughter hits the sensitive skin of my