Bride to Keep_A Dark Reverse Harem by Alta Hensley & Maggie Ryan

Author:Alta Hensley & Maggie Ryan [Hensley, Alta & Ryan, Maggie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Monet

Not sure if the metal felt cold because I was so hot, so needy, I welcomed the coolness as I wrapped my fingers around the iron rail. The very act of obeying, of submission, caused my mind to rebel but only for the briefest moment as Cal settled over my body. God, his entire being screamed primal male and my whole body shuddered, my desire ratcheting higher. His thick thighs hugged either side of my hips; his cock, standing straight out from his body lay along my stomach, hard as a rod of steel, thick and heavy. The plum-colored, mushroom-shaped head seemed to stare at me, a drop of pre-cum oozing from the slit. Suddenly my mouth flooded with saliva, the desire to lick up that pearly drop having my tongue running along my bottom lip, and my hand moving to reach for the cock I so desperately needed to taste.

“No,” he said, instantly reaching to capture my hand, guiding it back to the rail.

“But I want to touch you,” I whined.

“It’s not about what you want, it’s what I want,” he said. The words might have been meant as a chastisement, but the look in his eyes was more of a promise. Settling back, the drop of pre-cum now transferred as a glistening streak on my belly from his move over me, I shuddered yet again as his hands settled on my breasts. His sun-kissed skin was so much darker than mine, his fingertips calloused from manual labor, each stroke causing my nipples to tighten further, to begin to throb, to turn a darker pink as blood rushed to fill them. The moment he finally took hold of each one, closing the buds between his fingers and thumbs, I moaned and arched.

“Oh God,” I said as he began to roll the sensitive buds, to twist, to pull. Every tug sent a bolt of electricity straight to my clit, and I could imagine it swelling, poking out from its hood, seeking the same attention, needy for its own touch.

Cal’s dark head bent, his mouth opened to draw one nipple between his lips. His tongue rasped over the aching peak before his lips closed and he suckled hard. I felt my pussy flood and pulse with every suck. I had never felt such a connection between my breasts and my sex. I couldn’t stop either the soft moans and mewls or the shifting of my hips, the scrape of the sheets against the stripes Derrick had placed on my ass deliciously arousing, erotic. Cal moved from breast to breast, taking his time, until my feet were drumming on the bed and I felt on the very brink of discovering I could come from breast play alone, only to be denied. Where I’d wanted to demand he hurry up and fill me, now all I wanted was for him to continue suckling, nibbling on my nipples, yet it appeared he had other plans.

His tongue drew a path down my torso, dipping

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