Page 125 of Delicious Surrender

“Tell me.” He was already hard when his hand reached her hip.

“I, um, I pleasured myself.”

His pupils darkened. “How many times?”

She looked at the floor. “Two.”

“How many?” His voice took on a scary, grating tone.

She sighed. “It might have been three. But I couldn’t help it. I was doing research, and you weren’t here torelieveme.”

His hand squeezed her hip, then he quickly turned her back around and pushed her to sit on the back of the couch. “Pull up your nightgown and don’t let go.” He yanked off his jacket and threw it on a chair. Standing behind her he asked, “How many dirty videos did you watch?”

She didn’t answer.

He couldn’t see her expression, but knew she was trying to choose the right answer. “Well?”

“I can’t be sure.”

“You know I can check.”

She looked back at him, her eyes lit with excitement. “You told me to be ready for you.”

He gritted his teeth so he wouldn’t smile. “One might think you were asking for trouble.”

She smiled playfully. “One might…”

His hands went to her knees and pulled them apart as he dragged his fingers lightly up her inner thighs, toward the apex. “Are you ready to pay the piper?”

She inhaled. “What does the piper want?”

Gage spread her with his fingers and found his private paradise. “Christ,” he uttered. His hand cupped her, then smacked her swollen flesh lightly, causing her to squirm.

“I want this soaking wet pussy…right now.”

He couldn’t wait another minute to have her. Forget the teasing, forget punishing her for breaking the rules; forget all of it. He picked her up roughly, carried her to his bedroom, and tossed her onto the bed.

“Take that thing off, or I’ll rip it to shreds.”

Brynne quickly did as she was told, grinning at him. She then laid herself on the bed like a virgin sacrifice. He stripped off his clothes, barely able to string a thought together. He wantedher so badly.

Gage climbed between her legs and entered her in one stroke. His mouth swallowed her gasp and devoured her in a desperate kiss. He couldn’t get deep enough inside her and knew he would not last. Brynne was almost feral—demanding as much from him as he was from her. Her hands were yanking on his hair, then gripping his shoulders and clutching his hips to pull him deeper.

“Please Gage, please, may I come?” She begged him so sweetly, how could he deny her?

He rolled onto his back, taking her with him. “Ride me.”

She kissed him with wild abandon and straightened her legs. Perching on his cock, pubic bone to pubic bone, she started squeezing and grinding against him. Seconds later she screamed and came—her body shuddering with aftershocks.

“Again,” he said against her mouth.

She lifted her torso off him, perched on her hands like a cobra pose in yoga, and closed her eyes in concentration. More grinding followed louder and louder moans until she went off like a firework again. She collapsed on his chest, buried her face in his neck, her breathing ragged against his skin. He thought she was finished, but her hips started rotating and twisting again. She nibbled on his earlobe and panted, “One more. Just one more, please.”

He enjoyed being her stallion, but it was time to add a little spice. One hand gripped her ass, the other dipped between her legs and gathered her juices on his finger. When he touched it to her bottom hole, she jerked her head up and clenched her cheekstogether, staring at him with uncertainty in her eyes.

He stared back. “One finger, in exchange for one more orgasm.”

Her breath hitched, but she nodded. “Okay. But be gentle.”