Sinful Pleasures

The moment the hot, honeyed sweetness of her hit his tongue and the intoxicating scent of her filled his senses, he went at her like a man possessed, his hunger for Elle sharp and all-consuming. He devoured her, eating at her ravenously. He slid his hands beneath her ass to angle her hips higher so he could lick more of her and fuck her deeper with his tongue, her throaty moans urging him on.

His own arousal wound fist-tight in his stomach, and he rubbed his throbbing cock against the mattress as he sucked her clit and grazed his teeth over that sensitive bundle of nerves. Her hips wantonly gyrated harder against his mouth, shamelessly chasing the stroke of his tongue as she begged him to make her come.

Bringing his fingers into play, he plunged two of them inside her, sinking in as far as he could go. She shuddered and her body instinctively clenched tight around the unexpected breach, then gradually softened around his fingers as he dragged them in and out of her and continued to fuck her, wanting nothing more than her to come against his mouth.

A handful of seconds later, she did, his name falling from her lips on a scream of ecstasy as her orgasm pulsed through her, around his fingers, and against his tongue. It wasn’t until he’d wrung every spasm, shiver, and whimper of pleasure out of Elle that he quickly moved completely over her. His hips settled between her spread legs, and the heavy, aching tip of his cock pushed insistently against her slick, hot center as his mouth crashed over hers, opening her wide for his needy, hungry kiss. She didn’t hesitate to let him past her parted lips, just as her body welcomed the hard, driving thrust of his cock as he buried himself eight inches deep inside her.

A long, low crooning sound vibrated against his lips as she accepted all of him, and he groaned when she wrapped her legs around his hips, taking him impossibly deeper. The way she offered herself up to him so uninhibitedly shattered his control, unleashing the wild, aggressive animal inside of him that he’d kept concealed for so fucking long.

He broke the kiss and twisted her hair in his fingers again, tugging her head back and forcing her to look into his eyes so she knew exactly what was about to happen. That this was her one chance to stop him before he unleashed the ferocious, savage hunger clawing its way to the surface.

His jaw clenched against the intense wave of heated lust gathering force inside of him. “This is going to be uncivilized and rough, because I fucking need you,” he said in a gravelly, strained voice, shocking himself with the last part of his admission, even if it was the truth. He hadn’t meant to speak the words out loud.

Her gaze softened, so vulnerable yet trusting. She could have told him to stop, to release her wrists and let her go, but instead she selflessly gave herself to the needy, desperate man he’d just exposed to her.

“Do it, Hunter,” she whispered encouragingly. “Fuck me as hard as you need to. I’m not going to break.”

As soon as her consent fell from her lips, the last bit of his control snapped. He reached up to the headboard, curled his fingers around the slats right above her bound hands for better leverage, and started thrusting. He rammed his steely length in and out of her tight sheath, creating deep shock waves of erotic sensations that stole his breath and made him want to lose himself completely in this woman. Her silken inner walls squeezed around his aching cock like a tight fist as he quickened his pace, then gripped him in slick, wet heat as he withdrew all the way to the sensitive head before shoving his way back into that bit of heaven . . . each time striking faster, grinding harder, plunging deeper, until she was arching beneath him and crying out in ecstasy from his merciless fucking.

She gasped and moaned helplessly as he deliberately rubbed across her clit at just the right angle, once . . . twice . . . three times.

Seemingly powerless to deny her body’s reaction to that friction, she trembled beneath him, her legs tensing around his waist as her eyes glazed over with another round of rapture.

“Oh, God, Hunter,” she uttered around her panting breaths as she stared helplessly up at him. “I’m going to come again.”

“Do it, beautiful girl,” he urged with another roll of his hips, another abrasive thrust. God, she felt incredible, her soft, lush body made explicitly for his pleasure, and Jesus Christ, he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Let me feel you come around my cock.”

As if her body was his to command, she tipped her head back and moaned, and in the next few seconds, he felt her pussy grip his shaft as she started to climax. Those deep, internal spasms milked the come right out of his cock in hot, heavy spurts that tore caveman-like grunts from his chest.

Scalding desire seared down his spine, and every muscle in his body jerked at the intensity of his release . . . to the extent that he wondered if Elle had ruined him for any other woman.

CHAPTER SIX

Once Hunter had recovered from that earth-shattering orgasm and he was no longer gasping for breath, he moved off Elle and stood by the side of the bed. She was still tied up, but she looked up at him with a soft, content smile that made something in the vicinity of his heart stammer a bit because he was actually reluctant to let her go, e

ven though that’s what they’d agreed upon. Hell, no strings was a requirement for him with the women he fucked, so why did this one make him want to reconsider that rule?

Needing a few minutes to himself to regroup, he released her arms from the headboard, rubbing her wrists for a moment to make sure her circulation was okay and there were no marks before letting her hands go because the gesture suddenly seemed so . . . intimate.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, escaping into the adjoining bathroom to take care of the condom and to give himself some breathing room.

After washing his hands and drying them, he braced them on the vanity and stared at his reflection in the mirror, and the calm, replete man looking back at him was a surprise to see. Normally, after sex with a random woman, he felt . . . nothing. Physical release and satisfaction were a given, of course, but this longing to spend more time with Elle? Well, that wasn’t a normal desire for him, but he already knew that she was different from any other woman he’d been with. She was sweet. Kind. Vulnerable. And the way she’d reacted to his kisses, his touch, his body driving so relentlessly inside of hers—not to mention trusting him to restrain her—it was as though they’d been lovers for years, instead of strangers who’d just met at the Wilder Way ball.

And despite knowing he’d be smart to end the night right here, he wasn’t ready to let her go just yet.

He exhaled a deep breath and scrubbed a hand along the stubble already showing up on his jaw, deciding there was only one thing for him to do. He was going to spend the next couple of hours fucking her out of his system, and if that didn’t work, then maybe, possibly, he’d just have to see her again.

For more sex, of course.

Satisfied with that plan, he walked out of the bathroom to find Elle already off the bed and bending down to pick up her panties from the floor. She quickly slipped them on and turned to face him, her face still pink and flushed from her recent orgasm. Her dress was in the other room, and now that he’d literally seen every inch of her, she didn’t bother crossing her arms over her full breasts, and his cock already twitched at the dirty, filthy thoughts filling his mind and what he wanted to do to her next.

He tipped his head to the side, regarding her playfully. “What are you doing, Just Elle? I don’t believe I told you that you could get dressed. I’ve decided that I’m not done with you yet.”

Her mouth twitched with a smile at his arrogant comment as she waved a hand toward the bed. “There is no denying that was great,” she said, clearly indicating the way he’d fucked her and how many times he’d brought her to orgasm. “Phenomenal, actually, and probably the best I’ve ever had.”

“Probably?” he drawled, amusement tinging his voice as he stepped closer. “You sound uncertain. Maybe I need to tie you up again and see what I can do to erase any doubt you might have in your mind about just how good we are together?” So good his dick was already hard for her again.

She backed up until her ass hit the mattress and she had nowhere left to go . . . except back up onto his bed. “Okay, it was the best, hands down, but I need to go.”