Pleasant Extortion (The Extortionists 1)

He scooted down, positioning his body between her parted thighs. Then, he licked her pussy from top to center and back again, loving that new rich taste he would soon recognize as familiar. “Mmm.” He dragged his tongue through her slit again, appreciating the way she writhed under his chin as he tasted her, reveled in the intimacy of giving her pleasure.

Unwilling to rush, Randon took his time bathing her center with a reverent tongue. Side to side, he swiped back and forth, easing the tip of his tongue a little farther, a little deeper.

She rose to her elbows and spread her legs wider. “Give me more, Randon.”

He glanced up at those heavy breasts, captivated by those firmly rounded nipples. His mouth watered and his eyes did as well as she reached down the length of her body, going for her clit.

“May I, Randon?” She rubbed her mound with the heel of her hand. “Would you like to watch me?”

“Soon.” He kissed the back of her hand and gripped his cock, stroking it long enough to ease the tension. “It gets so damn hot. Doesn’t it, lover?”

“Let me,” she mouthed. “Let me show you how I like to be pleasured.”

“I can ease that burn, Pageant.” God help him. He wanted to bring her so much pleasure. He longed to spend time teaching her about his ways, loving her beyond her fears. Instead, he was fighting to keep the lead and desperate to claim her before their time together drew to a close.

Bringing her fingers to his lips, he twirled his tongue around her middle digit, pulling it in and out of his mouth like he imagined her pussy would soon grip his cock, firmly and with a great sense of convulsing pressure. He massaged the pad of her finger, watching that lust wash across her face.

“Now, baby. Now you can play.” He positioned her cupped hand over her bare mound and guided her finger to her clit.

For a moment, he simply watched, looked on as her finger strummed around the swollen point. She rose into a half-seated position and drew her knees forward. Keeping her feet flat on the bed, she pumped her hips up and down as her fingers moved in and out.

“Faster,” he said, pushing a firm digit inside her, too.

She obeyed his command. Her hand moved with a quicker rhythm.

He added another finger and then another, stretching her, feeling those tender muscles expand and give with the forceful intrusion. “That’s it, lover. Keep doing that.”

“I’ll come!”

“No.” He withdrew her hand, held her wrist, and stared into her eyes. “You always ask for permission. You never tell me you will. You ask if you can.”

He felt the dominant beast raging. The time to mate was near. He couldn’t ignore the full moon outside the window any more than he could overlook the blackest of clouds moving rapidly, as if they represented the shadows in the moonlight, the stranger in the darkness.

“I can ask for permission.”

“Ask.” He pulled her fingers to his lips and sucked them, savoring the sweetest erotic juices, the flavor of his woman.

“Can I come, please?”

“Not yet.” He studied those twin peaks, those hardened buds capping her mounds. “I want more.” He lifted his gaze to hers. “Let me enjoy you, lover. Then, when my cock is inside you? Then, you can come.”

A raspy sigh fell from her lips as she collapsed against the pillows. Gripping the sheets in her balled fists, she parted her legs still wider. Tilting her head to her shoulder, she quietly said, “You want to drive me crazy.”

“Even that is an understatement.” Randon couldn’t help but smile at the picture she painted. She was really something to see.

He couldn’t wait to feel her riding his tongue, begging for mercy, and screaming his name.

She would scream his name until she was hoarse.

If he thought she could hold out for cock with a tongue like that buried inside her, he’d obviously underestimated his talents. He unraveled his tongue inside her pussy and jabbed the length in and out of her core, stroking her with his tongue, fucking her with it.

The motions left her body joggled. One minute, she threw her weight to her heels and pumped her hips off the bed. The next, she pushed her bottom into the mattress and tried to refrain from letting go.

Her wet pussy convulsed around his busy tongue. She grabbed hold of his shoulders and tried to slam against him, desperate now to feel the entire texture of his tongue stroking her in a more committed rhythm. Instead, he crammed his lips inside her small opening and licked closer to his mouth, burying his lips right inside hers.

“Oh, God. I can’t…I can’t take much more!”

As if he agreed, Randon hauled his body over hers and stared down at her as if he had been in position to make love to her a thousand other times. He nudged her with the head of his cock, carefully entering her.