Excerpt from Hunter's Bounty, my new paranormal romance in an anthology with Sascha Illyvich and Margie Church.
Damn him. Why won’t he stop pushing?
His jaw ticked and his lips thinned. She’d hit a nerve. At first she thought about apologizing, but that would show weakness. The last thing she needed to do was show her vulnerability. He would take that as a sign that she could be swayed.
“Believe me; she will have the best protection I can buy for her after we get her back.” His voice was gruff and filled with anger. She didn’t want to provoke him any further, so she pretended to sleep. No way would she get any sleep before dawn. There was just too much going on.
“I know you’re not sleeping over there. I can feel you thinking.” This time he spoke to her in a lighter tone of voice. She sat up and smiled at him.
“Sorry. I just wanted out of that conversation before we said things we’d regret.” Looking back out the window, she hoped he would leave it alone. This wasn’t something she enjoyed talking about. She generally stayed away from anything emotional or personal, but the connection they had was like no other she’d ever experienced.
“Well, don’t get too comfortable, vamp. We will talk about this some more. You can bet your sweet little ass on it.” He pulled her by the chin to face him. “I will have you. Anyway I want.”
His eyes bore right through her. She had no doubt that he would have her again. That she was looking forward to. He was so commanding and dominant in bed. All of the things she craved. All of the things she needed to reach her maximum orgasm. They would have to stop soon so she could rest. He would definitely take her then. She almost smiled at the thought. She stared him in the eyes. “I know.”
“You’re getting wet again aren’t you?” He let her chin go. “Why don’t you get busy right now. Undo my pants and suck me. Take my cock all the way back to your throat.” He reached over grabbed her hair making her scalp sting, and pulled her down to his crotch. “Taste your juices on my dick. See how good we are together.” She unsnapped the button on his jeans and pulled the zipper down. Then she reached in and pulled his erection out. Lana’s mouth watered to taste him, to feel him sliding across her tongue.
“Yes, Sir. I want to please you.” And she did want to please him. She wanted to taste them together. She wanted him to fuck her mouth as he wished. Hard and fast would get her off, too. He pushed her head down as she opened her mouth, taking him deep. His salty pre-come exploded on her tongue, making her want him all the more. She wrapped her tongue around his girth, sliding, caressing his member. She heard him inhale sharply through his teeth.
“Sonofabitch, that feels good.” His grip tightened in her hair as he pushed and pulled her head up and down, fucking her mouth. His hips rose and fell in the seat as he pumped into her throat. She timed her breathing with his thrusts. She couldn’t see how he was driving, but she guessed he had it under control.
“Come on, baby, suck me.” His groans of pleasure surrounded her, spurring her on. She loved the submission she gave to him. She could get drunk on his sounds of ecstasy. The tip of his cock slammed into the back of her throat making her wetter. She thought she might come from the intensity of the act.
Her mouth slipped off of him on an upstroke. “I am sucking you.” She swirled her tongue on the crown and swallowed him whole again. She had her hand working his cock in tandem with her mouth. Gripping, pulling him toward bliss.
“Dammit, I’m gonna come. You better swallow every last drop and lick me clean. If you so much as spill a drop, I’ll take it out on that sweet little ass of yours.” He glared down at her challenging her. She was oh so tempted to spill, but she figured he would take her ass anyway.
She increased her suction, making his body quake.
“Here it comes, darlin’.” His cock began to pulse and jets of come splattered on her tongue. She loved the salty sweetness of his release and greedily swallowed every single drop.