Free Only for a Night (Lick) by Naima Simone Page A

caresses, crying out, digging her nails into his scalp. Closing his teeth over the tendon running alongside her throat, Sasha drove two large fingers into her pussy, and she surged to her toes with the force of it. It was too much. It wasn’t enough…
    Rion lifted his head, his eyes blazing with lust. “On the bed. Hands and knees.”
    The heat at her back disappeared, and she stumbled, her legs the consistency of hospital Jell-O. Two pairs of hands shot out and steadied her, one at her elbows, the other at her waist. She stood there for a long second, her breasts, nipples, and sex throbbing in protest of the abrupt departure of mouths and fingers. But one glance into Rion’s stern face, and she turned and hustled to the bed. The cool air in the room brushed her swollen, drenched folds as she crouched on the mattress, as he’d ordered. He shrugged free of the shirt he’d slid into before leaving the room and approached the far side of the bed. Sasha remained at the foot, but his hot gaze branded her skin, and she shivered, the weight of his stare causing her clit to pulse. Rion beckoned her with a curl of his fingers, dragging all of her attention back to him. She crawled across the bed, halting when her fingers brushed the edge.
    He traced the seam of her mouth, and with a moan, she parted her lips and sucked his finger inside, licking from the tip to the base. She curled her tongue around him, groaning at her first taste of him. Earthy, potent, sinful. A part of her was aware of Sasha, recognized his presence there with them, but at this moment, Rion captured most of her focus, her senses. His flavor and scent overwhelmed her and demanded almost all of her attention.
    A low growl emanated from Rion, and he lifted his other hand to her head, tangling his fingers into her hair. “Just like that, Harper. You’re going to suck my cock just like that, you understand?” He added another finger, sliding it between her lips, thrusting lightly back and forth along her tongue. “This mouth was created to be fucked,” he murmured.
    He removed his hands from her and lowered them to his thin, black belt. His slow movements held her mesmerized as he pushed the leather through the buckle, unbuttoned his pants, and lowered the zipper. She glimpsed black boxer briefs before he pulled his erection free.
    Holy. Hell .
    Good God, he was huge.
    And beautiful. And intimidating. Long and thick, his cock jutted from a nest of black, coarse-looking curls. The ruddy, almost brutish column tapered into a fat, swollen cap that glistened with drops of pre-cum beading at the small slit. She slicked the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip, already craving the taste of him. Her pussy quivered, clenching in anticipation or anxiety. Probably both. His fingers had been a tight fit. No way in hell could she take all of…that. But damn if her flesh didn’t heat and spasm with just the thought of him prying her open, filling her, stretching her until no part of her sex remained untouched. The breath stuttered in her throat. She craved the burn. Wanted it. Just like she hungered for him in her mouth.
    “You’re staring at my dick like you need it sliding over your tongue and down that virgin throat. Because it hasn’t been taken, has it?”
    God, no . She shivered as he trailed a fingertip down the front of her neck, his other hand wrapped around the wide, flared base of his erection. Slowly, he slid his hand up the heavy shaft, giving it a healthy, slow pump, the tip disappearing in his fist. When he retreated, his flesh shone with the cum he’d slicked over it. Rion watched her through hooded eyes, as if feasting on her reaction to his stroking himself. Did he see the arousal that set her on fire inside? The damn near desperate need to touch him, lick him, suck him deep? She didn’t want to leave here tonight and not have one part of her claimed, marked by his mouth, teeth, tongue, fingers, cock. He could fuck her any way he wanted. She was