by Lora Leigh
And he’d wanted to taste them. He wanted them in his mouth, against his tongue, ready to devour as he sucked them.
What the hell was he doing?
Moving to her, he could feel that hunger surging through him, tearing aside the thin veil of his control as he let it have its way. Just for a moment, he swore to himself. Just a little taste of her, maybe then he could survive.
He took the nail polish from her hand and very carefully set it on the nightstand.
Then he came over her.
Watching her, his gaze locked with hers as she lay back against the pillows, her expression transforming with sensual drowsiness as he pulled the tucked edges of the towel apart.
The material fell away from her breasts.
Full, firm, her nipples a soft, sweet pink, tight and hard and lifting to him.
“Ah hell,” he groaned. “You’re going to make me crazy, Bren. My dick is so damned hard it’s all I can do to breathe. All I can think about is fucking you. Sinking so deep inside you that I don’t know where you end and I begin.”
“What’s stopping you?” she whispered.
What was stopping him?
He’d waited too long. He’d wanted her too much.
This was the reason why he tried to keep her away from the ranch and away from him, even before his father had died.
His head lowered, the hunger to taste her lips exploding through him with a force he didn’t want to resist. One he had no intentions of resisting.
Kissing her was like sinking into fire. Pleasure whipped through his senses as a muttered little moan slipped from her throat and she seemed to melt beneath him.
Delicate hands slid over his chest to the buttons of his shirt, a bit clumsy, slow enough to drive him crazy for the touch of her hands against his flesh. But the buttons gave way beneath her fingers. The material parted as she began pushing it from his shoulders.
He shrugged the material off, dropping it carelessly over the side of the bed. All the while, his lips were on hers, the erotic, sensual melding of lips and tongue infusing his blood with pure lust.
Reaching down, he jerked at the snap and zipper of his jeans, desperate to get out of the material, to release the stiff, heavy flesh of his cock.
It took too long to release the material, to toe his boots from his feet and work them off. As he pushed the jeans over his hips, his lips were moving down her neck, tasting her freshly showered flesh. The scent of peaches and cream filled his senses. Heated and fragrant, her skin was like silk, responsive and sensitive to each touch.
She moved beneath him, writhing, her hands on his shoulders, holding him to her as her neck arched and she moaned against him.
Chapter Four
Jase had known it was coming to this. A part of him had admitted it six years before, but he had fought it. He’d fought it because he knew Brenna would never be a casual fuck.
But there was too much between them too. There was his father’s deceptions. Her possible lies. And none of it mattered in that moment.
Nothing mattered now but touching her, tasting her. Taking her.
Brenna felt the sensations quaking through her, shuddering through every nerve of her body and turning every cell into an erogenous zone.
She moaned as his lips moved along her neck. The feel of the heavy, hardened length of his cock cushioned against her lower stomach was heated and iron hard. She wanted it inside her. She needed him inside her. She needed to feel him pressing into her, stretching her, burning her in ways she had never been able to do for herself.
She was still a virgin. But the years of aching and needing him had built to the point there were nights that only in releasing that tension, that pressure, had she survived the insanity of her need.
Masturbation had been her only recourse.
She’d been determined that as long as Jase was unmarried then there was a chance.
She had saved herself for him. She wanted him to be her first.
He’d been her first kiss. She wanted him to be her first touch, her first lover, her first everything.
His lips moved over her nipples, dragging a sharp cry from her lips.
Tight, hard, her nipples flamed with pleasure as his lips surrounded one, his fingers gripped the other. His tongue lashed at the tender bud, his teeth rasping over it before he sucked it deeper inside.
Hungry, sensual tugs of heated flames surrounded first one peak then the other. He didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath or to save her sanity.
As he sucked at her breasts, flayed her nipples with his tongue, one hand moved to her thighs, pressing between them to find the saturated curls covering her pussy.
Sensitized and swollen with need, the flesh there jerked with the lightest brush of his fingers. Her thighs parted farther, inviting him to touch her deeper.
Sliding between the folds of flesh, his calloused fingertips caressed the silken flesh.
“Jase, please—”
Her hips jerked upward, and his lips eased from her nipple and began caressing down her body. Licking, kissing, nipping at the sensitive flesh, he made his way to where his fingers played with delicate, erotic precision.
She was burning from the inside out.
Brenna was certain she couldn’t bear it any longer.
As he pushed her legs back, holding her open with his palms flat against her inner thighs, Brenna was certain there was no way she could survive the pleasure.
She would shatter.
She could feel it.
It was blazing through her nerve endings, striking at her womb, her clit, the clenching muscles of her pussy where the need for his touch was so much more fierce.
“Yes, please, Jase, yes,” she moaned, lifting to him as his tongue raked through the narrow slit and circled the swollen bud of her clit.
Hunger exploded through her. Her womb tightened, flexing beneath her abdomen as a cry fell from her lips and her hands jerked to his head, burying in the over-long strands of his thick, black hair.
“Jase, it’s so good.” She couldn’t seem to stop, to hold back her need to vocalize the pleasure. “Oh God, it’s so good. So hot.”
His tongue circled her clit again, causing it to throb, to tighten further and to send a pulsing ache straight to the depths of her womb.
She could feel her juices spilling from her cunt, trickling from the clenched opening to further slicken the folds of her pussy. The moisture trailed from there to her thighs and lower, dampening and lubricating flesh so sensitive she swore she could feel the wash of the AC as it drifted through the room.
She could definitely feel his breath. The touch of his tongue licking her flesh, running around her clit then flickering down, teasing, tormenting until he reach the narrow entrance that ached with a desperation she had no idea how to handle.
Then she cried out his name, jerking upward as his tongue shoved inside that aching entrance.
“Oh God, Jase, yes!” she cried out. “Fuck me. Fuck me like that. Oh God, I’ve dreamed of it, Jase. Dreamed of your tongue there, fucking me so good.”
And it was so good.
So good she was certain she couldn’t survive it.
Pushing her legs higher, he tongue-fucked her with a hunger she hadn’t expected. His tongue shoving inside her pussy, licking the sensitive, nerve-laden walls of her cunt as she arched to the strokes, crying out at the sheer, burning pleasure.
She writhed beneath him, needing to be closer, to feel him deeper, harder, hotter.
She wanted his cock inside her, but the feel of his tongue was so good, so erotic she couldn’t resist that either.
“Jase.” She was on the verge of screaming. She could feel it rising in her chest as the pleasure rose inside her body and threatened to consume her.
She felt herself poised on the edge of a release unlike anything she could have given herself. Brenna whimpered in agony, clutching at his hair as he pulled back.
His tongue was suddenly gone. No longer spearing into
her cunt. He was no longer licking, probing, destroying her senses with each hungry lick.
Instead, he was dragging himself up her body, his cock tucking between the slick folds of her pussy as he paused, staring down at her, his eyes black with hunger.
“I wasn’t going to do this.” His jaw was tight as he obviously fought the need. “God, Brenna, I just wanted a taste.”
As he spoke, he used his hand to caress her clit with the engorged crest of his cock. “I wasn’t going to do this. I didn’t bring a condom. I sure as hell don’t want to use one with you.”
He had protected her for most of her life; she couldn’t imagine he wouldn’t protect her now, with or without a condom.
“Jase, don’t torture me,” she whispered as she stared up at him, fighting to breathe, to survive the incredible sensations tearing through her.
She hadn’t imagined it was possible to die of pleasure, but she was beginning to wonder if that wasn’t exactly what she was racing into. Death by ecstasy.
“Torture you? Only if making you come until you’re screaming from it is torture.”
Well, it was, in a way. Or at least, she had always thought it would be with him. The sweetest torture, the most perfect pleasure.
She had known a year ago what he was capable of doing to her. She had realized just how hungry he could make her when he had brought her to release the night of his party. And she’d fantasized, dreamed and hungered for more.
For this. For all of him.
“Now, baby,” he growled, lifting, placing several inches between his upper body and hers. “Watch, Bren. Come on, baby, watch me fuck you. Watch my cock sink inside that tight little pussy.”
Didn’t he know? Had he realized she was a virgin?
She stared up at him, suddenly uncertain, before her gaze dropped helplessly to where their bodies were beginning to merge.
The thick, engorged head of his cock parted her folds, pressed against the clenched entrance then began pushing, working, stretching her flesh as he began to possess her.
It was like being consumed by flames. Like having an iron-hard heat pressing inside her, searing the tender flesh and awakening nerve endings never touched before.
“Fuck, Bren, baby, you’re so tight,” he groaned as she watched his flesh working between the swollen lips of her pussy. “So sweet and fucking snug.”
Glistening with the thick moisture that clung to it, the heavy, wide flesh pressed in again, his cock head suddenly popping past the entrance as sensation slammed through her and left her struggling to breathe.
“Yes, damn you, take it,” he groaned as a strangled cry tore from her chest. “Take my dick, baby. All of it.”
Before she could warn him, before she could consider the consequences of the heavy tensing of his body, Jase’s hips eased back. Dragging his cock nearly free of her, he stopped, paused, then with a sharp, heavy thrust, pushed inside her again.
She screamed. She couldn’t help it.
Lightning sharp, too hot, stretching her until she was certain there was no room left to stretch, and then stretching her more as the thick flesh took her innocence.
Her eyes flared open when she became aware her lashes had drifted closed. Immediately, Jase snared her gaze, shock in the depths of his eyes as he stared down at her.
“You’re a virgin,” he groaned, his voice filled with realization, and thicker with the need pulsing through his body.
She was still trying to breathe. Trying to make sense of the sensations rushing through her with the force of a tidal wave.
Hard, echoing deep, slamming through her again and again, violent pleasure threw her higher, shuddering through her body as she felt the throb of his cock inside her.
It was as though his flesh were melding with hers, he was lodged so tight inside her.
“Jase.” Panting for air, she could only whisper his name as she struggled to accept the broad intruder wedged inside her. The pulse and flex of the thick shaft stretched her farther with every surge of blood through the heavy veins surrounding it. Each shift against her felt like a full thrust, the broad head of his cock caressing her inner tissue and further exciting the sensitized nerve endings.
“Why didn’t you tell me,” he groaned, his body straining, his thighs tense as he prepared to pull back.
“I thought you knew,” she whispered, her breath hitching as her thighs clenched, the action causing a surge of sensation to race through her cunt.
Her nails bit into his shoulders, the fear that he would leave her, that he would end the racing sensations and flash-fire pleasure dragging a whimper from her throat and clenching the delicate muscles surrounding him.
“God, don’t do that, baby.” His hand latched on to her hip as though he could keep her from clenching the internal muscles. As though she could keep from doing it.
The involuntary response was beyond her control, and as it happened again, she could only whimper in rising pleasure.
“I can’t help it,” she panted, her nails digging into his flesh again as her hips shifted beneath him, her clit rasping against his pelvis as wicked, sensual agony shot through her. “Jase, don’t make me wait. Please. Don’t torture me. Fuck me. Please fuck me.” She writhed beneath him desperately. “Let me come, Jase. Let me come for you.” Tears filled her eyes. “I’ve dreamed of coming for you, Jase.”
His hips jerked, burying him deeper as a guttural sound of pleasure escaped his throat.
Heat. Pleasure. Pain. That stretching burn, the sensation of being overfilled and then still stretched more. It was more pleasure than she had ever known, had ever anticipated. And it was more pleasure than her body and mind seemed capable of processing at once.
But he was moving. The small thrusts began to work his cock in and out, stretching her as he eased his way in and out of her in slow, shallow increments.
The sensations exploding through her were amassing faster than he was moving though. She needed more of him. He was going too slow. She needed more.
“Harder,” she gasped, lifting to him. “Fuck me, Jase. Fuck me harder. Please, please make it burn…”
His hips jerked back, and when he thrust inside her again, it wasn’t in slow increments. He buried himself to the hilt, her cry shattering the air around them as he began the deep, heavy thrusts that buried his cock inside her over and over again.
She could feel the waves of sensations pouring through her. They swamped her self-control, her sense of balance. They tore through her like surging strikes of electrified heat as she felt Jase gripping her legs, pushing them back as he used the heavy muscles of his biceps to keep them in place.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned as he sank deeper, the slap of his balls against her rear signaling he had taken her as deeply as possible.
Then he began to fuck her.
Brenna hadn’t known a man could take a woman so fiercely and she would still survive it. She hadn’t imagined she could feel so full, so burningly aware of the pleasure and pain mixing, surging within her and tearing through her senses.
Each heavy thrust like jackhammer strikes, parting her flesh, forcing its way inside her with each surge into the untouched muscles.
Clenched and screaming in response to the pleasure, the rising ecstatic pain that seemed to merge and blend, creating a force of such sensations that Brenna could feel herself coming apart at the seams.
“Ah yes, Bren,” he groaned as she felt her pussy tightening further, struggling to take each thrust as the pleasure began to reach a critical point.
“There, baby, tighten that little pussy on me,” he groaned. “Milk it, love. Suck my dick with that hot little pussy. Milk it, baby. Ah, hell yes, give me that tight little cunt.”
He was moving faster, thrusting inside her harder, the stretching burn increasing, amassing until she could feel the flames tearing through every particle of her body and suddenly, viciously, throwing her into an ecstasy that Brenna knew she would never fully recover from.
The orgasm
that slammed through her, that exploded like a burst of radiant light through her system, sent a rush of violent pleasure tearing through her senses.
She couldn’t even call it pleasure. It wasn’t pleasure. It went so far beyond pleasure, there was no name for it.
She was screaming his name. Trying to scream his name. There wasn’t much breath left. There wasn’t much energy left. There was only the deep, rapid-fire spasms of sensation that rushed through her pussy, her clit, then centered in her womb as Jase gave one final thrust. Then, with a harsh, ecstatic groan, he began pumping his come inside her.
The heated spurts of his seed triggered another response, another climax that went deeper, that exploded through parts of her she didn’t know physical pleasure could reach.
She swore she could feel the explosions of sensation rocking inside the core of her soul. Each clenching, burning ribbon of release twisted, tightened and locked deeper inside her.
Each pulsing throb of her own release seemed torn from an inner feminine core that went far beyond the physical and into a depth she knew she would never be able to escape or remove him from.
Jase’s arms were wrapped around her, holding her to him.
They each shuddered as tremors of climactic sensations continued to ripple through them for long, pulsating seconds.
She couldn’t have envisioned this, she told herself. She couldn’t have known what it would come to. She couldn’t have prepared herself for it.
And there was no way, not even in another lifetime, could she have known that orgasming in his arms could mean so much pleasure. She’d had no idea it would leave her with the knowledge that no matter what happened, no matter how much he hurt her, distrusted her or refused to believe in her, she belonged to him totally. No matter how little he may ever love her. Brenna knew her heart and soul now belonged to Jase Samuels in a way she would never be free of.
He owned her.
He owned parts of her she had never known existed.
And she was suddenly terribly, terribly afraid that when it was over, and she knew the day would come that, for Jase, it would be over, then he would destroy her.