No Turning Back (Man-Maid 1)

Instead, he parted her and sucked her swollen nub into his mouth. Her gasp was the most satisfying thing he’d ever heard. Her fingers yanked at his hair, and the slight sting turned him on. Her excitement was such sweet torture. He knew she was close to coming. He thrust his tongue inside her as her climax built. He gave himself up to the pulsing vibrations of her tender flesh as his tongue mimicked what his cock wanted so badly to do, inching in and out of her tight opening, lapping at Marquetta’s creamy heat.

Her legs shook, and Jensen could feel her struggle to stay standing as she screamed out her pleasure. He held her tighter, ensuring she didn’t fall. He loved having her this way, with him on his knees and Marquetta’s beautifully naked body all but draped around his face. The heels put her at just the right height too. He’d be sure to remember to buy her more heels.

He gave her clitoris one last lingering kiss, and she whimpered. She slowly released her hold on his head, and Jensen leaned back on his haunches to stare up at her. Tendrils of sweat-soaked hair stuck to her pink cheeks. Her breasts, heaving with her rapid breaths, invited his mouth to suck and lick and taste. He loved the sight of her. In fact, he suspected he was falling in love with her. What the hell? Jensen mentally backed away from the notion. It scared him that she was rapidly becoming a very important part of his life. He wasn’t about relationships and love everlasting. Only the here and now. Making a little money and having a good time, that was what his life had become. As he peered at the woman who stood brazenly naked in his arms, Jensen realized just how painfully em

pty his life was. She made him want more. He wanted her laughter in his life. He wanted the beautiful hellion any damn way he could get her.

He supposed that was what coaxed his mouth to open, the words tumbling out like he was some lovesick teenager. “This look in my eyes burns deep. When you’re near, I do weep, for all the seconds we are apart—since eternity is but the start.”

“You’re doing it again, reciting poetry to me,” she whispered.

Shit, he couldn’t keep spitting out the rhymes and not expect her to catch on to him. “I must have read it somewhere.”

She shook her head. “You wrote that, didn’t you? Just like you wrote the other one?”

Jensen only shrugged. “I don’t want to talk about the poetry. I only want to feel.”

He stood and swept her into his arms, then bent his head and touched his lips to hers, savoring her sweetness, her lips, as addicting and intoxicating as anything he’d ever tasted. He wanted her flavor on his tongue. He would erase any sad memory of past relationships from her mind.

Jensen carried her to the bedroom and placed her in the center of his bed, then came down beside her. “The only thing I want you to think about from this moment forward is this,” he softly ordered. “Us together and how fucking perfect it is.”

His hands voraciously touched and caressed every smooth inch of her. Jensen moved his fingers downward and felt the soft skin of her pussy against his palm. It turned his need into a sharp ache deep within his core. Jensen yearned to possess and dominate. To burn a brand across her soul, asserting his claim. Let every man in town know she was his woman.

Hell, he wanted her begging for him. He wanted her to need him the way he needed her. Jensen dipped his head and parted the seam of her lips with his tongue before plunging inside the welcoming heat. She moaned and clutched at his forearms. Her small fingers bit into his skin, and he reveled in the knowledge he could make her so gloriously needy for him.

He gently pulled away and grabbed a condom from the drawer next to his bed, then rolled it on. “Now, sweetheart, I don’t think I can wait a second longer.”

“It’s the same for me. Please,” she pleaded, “I need you.”

Using his arms to keep the bulk of his weight off her, yet pinning her in place at the same time, Jensen positioned himself at her entrance. There were no pretty words now. No slow and easy movements. This time it was a swelling mixture of heated lust and fiery desires. “Guide me in,” he said.

Marquetta slipped her hand between them, sliding it downward until she had his heavy erection in the palm of her hand. She touched the tip and palmed the velvet-covered steel. He pulsed and throbbed under her ministrations. It was a heady feeling to know she had so much influence, so much feminine power over someone so potent. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him down with her heels on his buttocks, and pulled him in. Her body recognized his instantly, molding around him, fitting them together as if they were made for each other. At the first touch of his cock to her pussy, her feminine center instantly responded as if they’d done this a thousand times.

“God, Marquetta,” he groaned, “you’re so damn tight.”

His words, so hoarsely whispered, worked their way into her brain. His fingers roamed over her body and smoothed their way up and over her breasts. He squeezed and weighed each globe in his palms and stroked his thumbs over her nipples. Ripples of sensation skyrocketed through her body, setting off a whirl of electrical charges in her nerve endings. One stroke, and she was going up in flames. His calloused fingers squeezed and pinched, and she knew the exact moment he lost control. He lifted his head, and his mouth sucked and devoured, sending Marquetta into orbit with ecstasy. Still, he stayed unmoving inside her body. Marquetta lingered on the very brink, right at the edge of total fulfillment. “Jensen, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please make love to me.”

Her sultry plea whispered over Jensen’s spine, and though it was a small thing, he clung to her words. That she wanted him to make love to her and not just sate her lust gave him hope. “This time and a thousand times in the future.”

Words weren’t needed then, as their bodies knew what to do. He moved inside, her tight pussy welcoming him home. He had no idea how sweet lovemaking could be until Marquetta. All others paled in comparison to her, every other woman forgotten the moment he set eyes on her. Her innocent warmth and snappy comebacks drew him like a weary sailor to a lighthouse.

She lay beautifully pliant beneath him, totally trusting, placing herself in his care. It humbled him as much as it swelled his chest with pride that she would give him, Jensen Kershaw, something she obviously treasured so much—her complete trust. He’d see to it she didn’t regret it.

Jensen closed his mind to the turmoil of emotions riding him and concentrated only on pleasing Marquetta. He bent his head and kissed her waiting mouth, loving the quiver of anticipation that had her body shuddering beneath his. He tasted the heat of eager breaths as his tongue tangled with hers. He wanted to stroke her to a fever pitch, send her over the edge of madness with anxious desire. Tap into the passion that burst through her.

He let his mouth go on a journey over her torso, even as he moved his hands slowly over her slight curves, enjoying the feel of her pale-ivory skin. He delved into the dense patch of curls he found. At once he located her soft nubbin. Skillfully, he began stroking and squeezing, teasing little sounds from her throat. And Jensen felt as well as heard her orgasm. It overcame them both when she quivered and gyrated beneath him. He triumphed when her legs clutched, her fingers dug.

He took nibbling bites of her nipples and began pushing his hips against her, pumping faster. A powerful combination of sensuality and inexperience, Marquetta surrounded his cock, milking him into oblivion. Her blonde hair fanned out around her body, creating a golden blanket for them. She was a creature of natural beauty.

Jensen kept himself deep inside her and flipped them both over so she was on top. “Ride me, beautiful.”

Moving her bottom up and down, Jensen showed her what felt right and what made him burn the most. But before she could think, he wrapped one massive hand around the back of her head and pulled her into his chest. She took the lead then and lowered her head willingly. Dark fires in his eyes burned out of control. She darted out her tongue and licked his chest, directly over the eagle tattoo. She loved the feel of the dark patch of curls against her lips. She closed her eyes and let instinct take over. His scent was a powerful elixir. She inhaled and instantly ached for him. Another second and she would go up in flames. She gently bit down and teased his warm skin.

“Jesus,” he groaned, stiffening beneath her, his cock growing harder and longer.