Satisfying Extortion (The Extortionists 2)

“No. I mean do you have any kind of strange and unexplainable emotions toward me?”

Blaez didn’t utter a sound then.

Her heart sank but she decided she could live with that. Since the moment she’d first spotted Blaez in the parking lot, she’d thought of all sorts of illicit ways she’d like to enjoy him.

“That’s okay if you don’t care for me. I mean, we basically don’t know one another. We’d never met, never seen one another so it’s not like you’re under any obligation to—”

His lips crashed against hers. He buried his hands in her hair and pulled her to him. His fingers locked around strands of her hair as he thrust inside her mouth with a greedy kiss.

The sexual heat, their obvious and instant connection, was extraordinary, just as it had been when she and Marcus had made out in the break room. Her fingers danced across his T-shirt and she brushed three of those digits across his beaded nipples, loving the small definition of tiny thin loops.

“You’re pierced.” She stopped kissing him and drew back.

“Yes.”

God bless. She was desperate then. She wanted to see him, touch him, and flick those tiny pierced nipples as the loops gently tapped against her lips.

Suzette dropped her hands to his jeans, tugging frantically at his snap and desperate for access to his zipper. She was out of her mind, delirious, really, as she tugged his cock free of his boxers and pumped his shaft up and down. She drove the weight of his cock through her loose fist while he unsnapped her jeans and shoved his hand in her panties.

“Come here,” he rasped, swirling his fingers around her opening and gripping her neck with his free hand.

Her lips found his and he thrust inside her mouth, kissing her with eagerness and devotion, loving her into a lustful frenzy of pure, exquisite need. Their passion unraveled and spun out of control. He thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, moaning as he repositioned his arm.

She pushed down on his muscular limb, desperate to guide his fingers to her slick pussy so he could manually fuck her into an unsurpassed state of never-ending arousal.

“Ah fuck!” she cried out as soon as his fingers lodged inside her.

“There we go,” he crooned, locking his middle finger high inside her channel.

Her pussy clenched as he mashed the heel of his hand against her bare mound. “Make me come.” She’d never been so demanding, never known such need.

“You’ll come when my cock is buried inside you.” He grabbed hold of her waist and hoisted her up in the air. At the same time, he jerked her jeans down to her hips and with some quick maneuvering, lowered his own as well.

Their lips met clumsily in the dark and he kissed her passionately, deepening their connection as his fingers played right inside her cunt. He fucked her with his fingers, screwing them inside her, higher and higher.

The heat of his cock scorched the back of her hand and she gripped his shaft again, pumping his meaty thickness with quick and rapid jerks. A spurt of his pre cum dampened her knuckles and she lifted her hand to her mouth, dying to taste his masculine spice, the slippery essence of his manhood.

She mashed her mouth against his after she’d licked the moisture from her skin.

“Hmm,” he crooned. “You’re so sexy, baby.”

“So delicious.” She’d never been so forward with a man so soon. Then again, Bart was the only lasting relationship she’d experienced and they had zilch in common when it came to sex. Other than Bart, there had only been one other man in her life, a bed partner in college.

Bart and a distant fuck buddy didn’t hold a candle to a man like Blaez.

Suzette gripped Blaez’s dick with a firmer hold. She rested her palm against the center of his shaft and reveled in the heat, the warm sensations gushing through her body. She was dying to tuck his cock inside her pussy and slide right on down and ride him.

“Do you want to fuck me?” She dragged her fingers over his moistened cock slit once more. After she sucked the moisture from her fingertips, she caressed his lips. She lowered her head and ran her tongue around the shape of his mouth, stroking his lips back and forth, back and forth.

“Do you want to fuck me?” he asked, his voice elevated more than before.

“Do you have protection?”

“You’re not on the pill?”

“No. I haven’t been with anyone since Bart.”

“I’m clean. A werewolf can sense the second he’s exposed to disease and…”