Servicing the Target (Masters of the Shadowlands #10)(27)
Author: Cherise Sinclair

As she tongued and nipped his flat nipples, she twisted and gripped his cock, enjoying the jerk and surge.

The man openly liked everything she did, and his enjoyment added to her restless hunger.

When her breasts dragged across his chest, his hips rose under her, adding another layer of anticipation.

She used her legs to push his apart and settled between his knees. The coarse hair of his thighs rubbed against her hips as if to emphasize the differences between them, to make her feel more silkily female.

A man’s smoothly waxed skin was nice. Somehow, she’d forgotten the textural pleasures of a more natural look.

When she bit his lean belly, he inhaled sharply and his erection pulsed. She soothed the spot with her tongue, licked the soft crease at the top of his thigh, and felt him quiver with his restraint.

Everything she did to him made him hotter—and did the same to her, like a tide coming in, rising higher with every set of waves. And yet, controlling him, the way he followed her directions, was a roaring storm of pleasure putting the whitecaps on the breakers, lashing her with need.

The head of his cock was velvet, the shaft was satin, and the tortuous veins bulged with blood. He had a lovely musky scent—totally intoxicating.

As she moved down and nipped his thigh, she could feel his struggle to not release. In fact, if she administered sharp pain right now, he’d come whether he wanted to or not. So tempting. She really, really fancied seeing him come again.

But she shouldn’t short herself this time. She had needs…and he’d expressed a desire to taste.

Wasn’t he lucky that she felt like granting his wish?

“All right, Benjamin. Let’s see how well you use that mouth and tongue.”

His brown eyes lit with anticipation, turning golden in the bright sunlight from the window. “Thank you, Jesus.”

“I prefer Goddess,” she said primly. Her whole body was humming with its own eagerness as she moved off him and onto her back.

His laugh was a guttural rumble, and he was over her before she could blink. So gorgeously virile, he simmered with heat.

As his powerful hands closed on her thighs, he paused. “I thought Dommes always sat on their guys’ faces.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sitting takes effort; I’ve been up all night.” She waved her fingers. “You work. I rest.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” His grip on her legs clamped down as if he feared she’d escape.

Would this giant of a man require instruction in the fine art of—?

His tongue touched her clit ever so delicately.

No instruction needed.

He maneuvered his way lower between her legs, opened her carefully, and ran his tongue over her clit, around, under, over. Teasing. Gradually increasing the force. Reading her body as sweetly as any slave she’d ever had.

Her pussy throbbed, demanding attention, sending needy demands. There were occasionally times she liked being teased; this wasn’t one of them. She fisted his hair. “Go for it, Benjamin. Mouth only—but get me off in the next ten minutes or you get sent home.”

Excellent threat. His hands clenched hard enough to bruise, and then he went to work, teasing her clit, around the hood, the sides, the top.

Amazing. Her breathing slipped out of her control at the full, hot sensation as her pussy engorged with blood, as pressure coiled in her depths.

He took her clit in his mouth, engulfing it in heat and wet, and her need grew. Her fingers in his hair pulled him forcefully against her—and he laughed.

She tugged again, more painfully.

His only reaction was to fit his lips around her more tightly—and then he sucked. Relentless, pulsing sucks. Stopped to flicker his tongue over her before sucking again.

Her muscles went taut under his hand as the coil in her core tightened, as her hips tried to lift, and then he flattened his tongue, rubbing determinedly right on the top.

The wildfire battering her senses roared out of control, whipped by the winds of need. Her hips bucked against his hold as the pressure grew, grew, grew…and detonated. Searing sensation scorched across her nerves, flaming outward in pulsing streams of pleasure.

Past the bruising hammering of her heart, she could feel his hands gliding up and down her thighs. Eventually, she opened her eyes, saw his grin, and…the softness in his eyes. Her pulse skipped. She could barely control her voice—and all she could think about was the overwhelming desire to have him inside her. “Benjamin. You’re amazing.”

He didn’t answer for a second, just stared at her. “Did you know you’re abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous when you come?”

Her heart warmed. Oh yes, she really, really wanted him. “Muss me up, then, Benjamin.”