The Commander's Woman (Abducted 2)

Larson stared straight at her and smiled as though gazing directly into her eyes, as though seeing the blatant need on her face.

He tweaked one of his nipples, and it stood pebble hard. Her fingers slipped under her shirt and stroked over her own nipple. Her areola pebbled under her touch, and the nipple grew long and rigid. She pinched it, and sparks of pleasure burst through her, spiraling down to her groin.

She could see a clear droplet form on the tip of his penis, and his head dropped back onto the pillows, his eyes half-closed—but never leaving her. A rigid ache pulsed between her legs. She tugged open her top, freeing her breasts. She stroked enthusiastically, every brush of her fingertip over the nipples sending sharp pangs of pleasure lancing through her.

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f he was watching her? After all, he had before. On the other hand, he could just be watching some sex scene on his video. All she knew was that he was staring at his screen.

Thinking about the possibility that he was actually watching her, that their gazes were actually locked together, she became more aroused. She could feel moisture drip from her pussy. He smiled, and she actively imagined he was watching her. Appreciating her.

Her hand found its way to the bedside table, then tugged open the drawer without shifting her gaze from the image of his long cock pulsing up and down within the grip of his large hand. She snatched out a vibrator and turned it on, then tugged open the buttons of her shirt. It dropped off one shoulder, then the other, and she slipped her arms free. She kicked off her jeans, then her panties and tossed them aside, then stretched out on the bed and opened her legs.

On the screen, Larson’s lips pursed together and his hand moved faster as Eva slid the device between her legs. The vibrating cock sent ecstatic sensations quivering through her. He stroked faster and faster as she plunged the cock between her legs, thrusting it in and out, following his rhythm. Incredible starbursts of light shimmered across her vision as her heart pounded louder and faster, and her whole body seemed to tighten into a single column of pulsing pleasure.

She cried out in climax. At the same time, a burst of white erupted from his cock. She collapsed on the pillows, breathing heavily. After a moment, her eyes fluttered open, and the intensity of his gaze caught her off guard.

Her cheeks flamed. Oh God, she’d done it again. This time, knowing full well he was probably watching.

What had come over her?

He stood and strode forward, no longer looking at the screen. She scrambled sideways and tugged her shirt from beneath her. As she pushed herself to a sitting position on the side of the bed, the door slid open. She clutched her shirt to her breast.

Incredibly, he was still hard, even though he’d clearly climaxed only a moment ago. He pushed through the door and stormed toward her, looking big and threatening with his massive erection swaying from side to side.

Her pulse fluttered. Was he going to drive that enormous cock into her?

She didn’t know if the tightening in her chest was from fear or intense excitement at the thought.

“Do you know how turned on I am?” he demanded. “How much I need you?” He glared at her. “It’s torture knowing you’re in here, not being able to have you. Watching you pleasure yourself.” He paced a couple of times, his big cock bouncing erotically. “I shouldn’t watch, but I can’t help it.” He turned to face her, the longing in his eyes almost painful to behold. Sobering her.

“I need to touch you,” he said through gritted teeth. He stepped toward the bed.

“No.” She wanted to scurry to the other side, out of his reach, but she sat frozen.

Thoughts spiraled through her head, making her dizzy. He needed a woman to satisfy his lust, so he would use her. Just like her husband always had.

Chapter Eight

Larson wrapped his hands around her shoulders and drew her to her feet, then dragged her into his arms. The feel of his hard muscular chest pressed against her soft breasts, with only the thin fabric of her shirt mashed between them, took her breath away. His lips captured hers in a long, passionate—totally disorienting—kiss. When he released her mouth, she had to gasp for air. Her whole body trembled.

“I need to hold you. To feel your body close to mine.”

His lips covered hers again, and his tongue stormed her mouth.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as a war waged within her. One side insisted she give in to him or she’d die of need, the other that she resist, terrified by her desperate hunger for him.

Her groin tightened as his tongue spiraled in her mouth. Her breathing became labored, her pulse erratic.

She felt his erect penis—hot and naked—brush against her legs. She shifted, and it speared between her thighs, caressing her moist flesh. Her vagina ached. She desperately wanted him to slide inside her, to accidentally impale her.

His hand brushed past her belly as he grabbed his erection, and she waited for the intense physical pleasure—and emotional pain of betrayal.

But he drew his cock away and flattened it against his stomach, keeping it from penetrating her. She almost moaned in frustration.

“Oh, nata’tai, Eva, I need to be close to you, but my willpower has limits. I can’t keep holding you without going over the edge.”

He tried to draw away, but her body betrayed her. Her arms tightened around him. She could not let him go.