Fueling His Hunger (Masters of Adrenaline 2)

“Well . . . this is boring.”

“Boring?”

She nodded. “I’ve learned my lesson.”

“Sure you have. Unfortunately for you, it’s not done yet.” He patted her ass. “Brace your forearms on the wall.”

As she complied, he grabbed her by the hips and pulled back until she shuffled backward. When he had her in position, she was leaning on the wall, but her ass was thrust out at him.

Damn. He squeezed his balls, trying to calm his body’s reaction to the way she looked in this stance. Round ass led to long, shapely legs. He could stare at that sweet ass all fucking day. Her pussy glistened, slick and ready, and her tightly puckered asshole begged for his exploration. It took a few long moments to distract himself, but he managed not to just drop his pants and shove his cock into her like an impatient teenager. She shifted, trying to hide herself from his gaze, but he swatted her and told her to stay put.

He traced his fingers over her quivering ass, making her gasp, putting her back where he wanted her. As he neared her anus she shied away.

“Bad girl.” He wrapped his arm around her waist and spanked her twenty times, counting down as each sharp blow landed. She’d gone ragdoll limp in his grasp by the time he was done. His palm was burning. “Back in position now, or you get another ten.”

Shaking, she braced herself against the wall again, but he had to adjust her stance to get her ass and pussy back on display how he wanted them.

“So humiliating,” she whispered.

“You don’t like showing me what’s mine?”

“It’s not yours!”

A trickle of moisture rolled from the slickness between her thighs. He caught it with a fingertip and smeared it across the back of her leg, just to let her know he’d seen it.

“No? Your body says otherwise.”

“Oh, god.” She hid her face against the inside of her arm, but didn’t break position. “Please just have sex with me. Just regular-person sex.”

“Regular-person sex bores you.”

“Shh!” She frowned desperately. “You have a big voice. People are going to hear you.”

Spreading a hand over her lower back, he pushed down so she’d arch. “You said to do whatever I wanted to, so I’m going to take you up on that.”

He knelt between her legs and swept his tongue along the seam of her sex, insinuating it between her labia when she tipped her hips back harder to give him access to her clit. Her scent and her tartness on his tongue made his cock pulse enthusiastically.

Fuck, she smelled good.

As he licked a path back and forth, around the hardened nub of her pleasure, along to her opening, then back, he let his hands stray from their firm grip on her ass.

Questing fingers traced the divide of her ass, trailing down to her anus. She stiffened, squirming but not daring to move with his tongue on its path back to her clit where she so desperately wanted it. He brushed his fingertips over her puckered asshole, enjoying her squeaks and whimpers of dismay, her breathy moans of arousal. For a moment he considering rimming her ass, but he doubted she was ready for that. As it was, her legs shook, and she gasped out bad words. When he moved his fingers away from her ass, she followed them with her body begging for more, probably without realizing what she was doing.

He slicked his fingers with her own desire, and coaxed a fingertip into her asshole, watching as the tight bud grudgingly allowed him entry. Holding her breath, she let him do it, her body taut with need and anxiety. His finger slowly broached her, and he patiently coaxed it deeper.

“Luke, don’t,” she begged. “Why are you doing this?”

“Shh,” he said gently. “Breathe, baby. I did this to you before. It wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“It feels weird.” She complained. Her high-pitched whine made his balls tighten with impatience.

“But you like it.”

“I—”

Whatever she was about to say was forgotten as her body opened to him and he pushed his finger in the rest of the way. She moaned, long and loud, and he gritted his teeth to stay in control of himself. He vibrated his finger and her body clamped down around him. She hissed in a breath, and out of the corner of his gaze he saw her toes grasp at the plush carpeting.

“No . . . no . . .” Her knees started to buckle, and he withdrew his finger, then steadied her.