“Me?” she asked innocently. “Tease? I’m just trying to learn my surroundings. Isn’t that part of my training? Now that I’m free from my binds and all.”
Damn, she was good. So, so good that she didn’t even have to touch him. She was on her knees, and he was the one ready to serve her. She was either part magic or a damn Jedi.
She parted those sweet lips and ran them down the side of his shaft, tip to base, then licked back up the other side. And the whole time, she let his palm cradle her throat. He could feel her move as she explored him, and that turned him on. Because when she sucked the head, he felt her jaw slacken as her throat tightened and her cheeks…God, those cheeks hollowed with intense suction as she took him deep.
He felt it.
Felt every inch of her tongue.
Felt her throat hum with him deep in it.
“Michelle,” he whispered.
She bobbed on his cock, licking and stroking and sucking.
“God, Michelle,” he said again, a little louder.
Her grip tightened, her suction increased, and when he hit the back of her throat, he saw stars.
“Fuck, Michelle!” he groaned even louder.
She slowed for a moment and bathed the head with her tongue and delivered kisses all over him.
“Is that how you’d call for me?” she asked.
This woman. She’d turned the tables on him. The other night, he’d been deep inside her, telling her to scream louder. Scream for him. And she had. Now, she was making him yell and plead and groan for her.
“I’d call for you, and I wouldn’t stop until I found you,” he said, his brain a haze of lust.
“I see the appeal,” she said and gave a quick, hard suck, then popped him free from those pretty lips. The woman was giving him goose bumps. He was over two bills, handled a gun and wilderness like second nature, and could kill a man with his bare hands. Yet this wisp of a woman was challenging him in ways he wasn’t prepared to face.
“You calling my name is very”—suck—“very”—suck—“appealing.”
He’d set out tonight to play with her, and it turned out that she was the one playing with him. Like a cat with a new toy. Slow, gauging every angle before she pounced.
He needed to pounce first if he wanted any hope of surviving tonight. Or any other night. She was in his wilderness tonight. He was training her, not the other way around.
Whatever animal he’d been keeping caged roared to life. He swooped down, and in one move, he grabbed the sinfully clad woman in black lace by the back of the thighs and tossed her over his shoulder. He rose and was striding to his bedroom before she got out the first shocked gasp.
“Hey!” she said and smacked his ass. Her ass was bobbing right by his face, and since she was all about keeping things on an even exchange, he smacked her back. “I was—”
“I know what you were doing, princess,” he said and kicked his bedroom door open. “You were teasing me.”
“I was enjoying myself.”
“Oh, I was enjoying myself, too, but this is my training session. In my wilderness.” He dropped her on his big bed. She bounced a little, making her tits looks amazing, and he could see just a hint of her nipples ready to pop out of the lacy top of the bra.
“I thought I was succeeding at my training?” she asked, lifting up to her elbows and looking at him from beneath her lashes. She was spread out, posed on his bed like a goddess ready to be taken. And he was an animal ready to dirty her up. Just like last time. Just like the time in the woods. Just like every time he saw her.
Oh yeah. He wanted to dirty her up again and again.
And he didn’t care what that made him. Didn’t care what it would feel like when she was through with him and walked away. He just wanted her. Because every single second he spent with her made it harder to keep his hands off her. Harder to keep his mind set that she was just another upper-class, uptight rich girl.
“You are succeeding at your training,” he said and leaned over the bed, putting his fists on either side of her pink-tipped toes. Her eyes sparkled as he moved closer, slowly stalking up her body like a lion hovering over its prey. That’s what he felt like—an animal. And this sweet piece of meat was his. He was going to gorge himself until he couldn’t see straight.
“W-what are you training me for now?” she asked breathlessly.
“Pain.” He leaned down and took a big bite of her fleshy calf.