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

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    For tonight , a small voice whispered.
    Yes, for tonight.
    And if the thought of never again being touched by Rion sliced tiny cuts into her heart, well… She was no stranger to having her heart broken and bruised by him.
    “It’s mine tonight, Harper,” he warned, scraping his nails over her head before gripping the strands in a firm, not-so-gentle hold. She moaned at the minute stings along her scalp, the tiny bites of pain adding to the excitement racing through her on warp speed. “Your mouth, your throat, and anything else I decide to take.” With the ruthless hold on her hair, he tilted her head back and shifted forward, the damp tip so close she could catch the tangy, musky, delicious scent of the cum welling at the top. He tapped her bottom lip with his flesh, and she couldn’t stop herself from licking at the moisture left behind. Her eyes drifted closed, and she moaned, his flavor bursting over her tongue like a sorbet cleansing her palate of all other tastes but his. “Damn,” he growled, rubbing the head over her mouth, painting her lips with his cum. “You look so goddamn hungry. For me. Open up, baby. I’m going to fuck this pretty, good girl mouth now.”
    He pressed forward, and she parted for him, allowing him to breach her. His heavy length slid over her tongue, and she groaned, swirling her tongue around the broad cap and under the flared rim. His moan mated with hers, his hips jerking before he withdrew, leaving her aching and greedy. Once more, two more times, he treated her to those shallow thrusts, granting her just enough of him to tease and work the head and first few inches of him. But the measured strokes weren’t enough. God, they just weren’t enough . She craved what he’d promised. To fuck her.
    “Please,” she pleaded, greed for more of him burning away pride, modesty, and any lingering hesitancy. “Please give me more.”
    “Do you know what it does to me to hear you beg for my dick?” he snarled, rolling his hips forward, shafting her mouth with a demanding thrust, surging deeper than his previous strokes. Almost touching the throat he’d been threatening to breach. Whimpering, she stretched her mouth wide, taking more of him, translating without words that he could use her, dirty her, corrupt her. He captured her head between both hands, holding her still for a steady, hard pace. “Do you?” he growled. “Makes me want to give you—” He bit off the rest of the admission, his face set in stark, forbidding lines, his gray eyes gleaming. “Wider. Show me you want more.”
    Even though her jaw twinged dully in protest, she did as he commanded, and he buried more than half his length in her mouth, the head bumping the narrow tunnel of her throat. As feminine anxiety flared within her chest, the mattress dipped behind her. Hard, large hands cradled her hips, and warm lips brushed over her lower back, then each curve of her ass.
    She stiffened, jerking her gaze up to find Rion’s on her. His scrutiny roamed over her face as he smoothed a palm over her hair. “Your pleasure is mine,” he reminded her…reassured her. It was enough that she relaxed into Sasha’s caress, didn’t resist his hands spreading her thighs wider.
    And when his tongue touched her clit, she cried out, uninhibited, around Rion’s cock. His mouth, God, his mouth. It ate at her, feasted. There was nothing gentle or easy about how Sasha tongued her pussy. Voracious, wild. He raked his teeth over the sensitive, pulsing bundle of nerves between her folds, then sucked hard. Sparks cascaded over her senses, and she mewled, the plaintive sound muffled by Rion’s flesh. She writhed, unable to decide whether to grind against Sasha’s relentless, erotic assault or evade it. Not that he gave her any choice. His big hands held her prisoner, and she could do nothing but accept the probing tongue and lips devouring her.
    “Where are you trying to go, baby?” Rion murmured above her, still pistoning