Losing Control (Kerr Chronicles #1)(46)
Author: Jen Frederick

“Fuck,” he pants. “Fuck, yeah.”

His breath is harsh above me, a nearly wracking sound as he heaves for air. Beneath me, his body tenses and I prepare for him to shoot down my throat. I’m aching for the taste of him and the feel of his release as he comes.

But before he reaches climax, his hands clamp around my upper arms and he throws me off. I land on my belly next to him, and he’s on me before my next breath. His hand finds my clit and rolls the small, sensitive flesh between his fingers. Breath searing my neck, he says, “I’m coming in your hot pu**y tonight. All night.”

I shudder at his raw words. He pushes my hips up and attacks me with his mouth. His rough shadowed beard abrades my tender skin as he uses his entire face to make love to me. I arch into him, wanting more pressure. He is making me throb everywhere. In my neck, along my wrists, in the base of my feet.

He dips his fingers just inside, as a goddamned tease. I push back harder, but he fends off my movements with a firm grip around my hips. I’m at his mercy now and his pace. He hardens his tongue as he drags it up and down my sodden opening.

“Take me then,” I gasp. “Right now. Fuck me hard.”

He growls and I can feel the reverberations against my clit—and even that makes me shudder. I’m a hair’s breadth away. The tear of the condom package echoes loudly in the room whose only sounds are our labored breaths.

With one smooth motion, he seats himself to the hilt. Both his hands are on my hips as he powers himself in and out of me. I brace my palms against the headboard as the force of his strokes push me forward on the mattress.

“Am I deep enough yet?” he murmurs into my ear. “Can you feel me all the way through your body?”

I nod my head, too aroused to even answer. The sensitive flesh of my core is swollen and tingling from earlier orgasms. The feelings evoked by every withdrawal and advancement of his c**k is magnified.

“You’re extra tight right now,” he whispers, dropping his head to bite along my neck and shoulder. Tremors rock me, and I feel close to collapse.

Sensing my imminent climax, he pulls me upright so we’re both kneeling. He places one hand on my neck like a collar and the other he drops to my mound. Unbalanced, I reach behind us and hook an arm around his neck.

“That’s right,” he croons. “Feel us, Tiny.”

He drags my free hand to my sex. He covers me with his big hand, pressing our palms against my clit and arranging our fingers on either side of my opening. His fingers extend farther than mine, but I can feel his wet shaft arrowing in and out in rhythmic motions. “Feel how beautiful this is. How f**king hot this is. I think about this constantly. My c**k inside you, covered in your juice. Wet with your arousal. I fantasize about your tight, hot pu**y squeezing me until I can’t breathe.”

“I want you to come with me.” He exerts more pressure against my clit until I’m delirious. Turning my head, I can see the thick veins of his neck prominently displayed. His eyes are heavy lidded but directed at me, and his lips are parted as he’s caught up in our joining. The sight of him is breathtaking. Need, want, and pleasure are written in large, obvious letters on his skin.

It’s that sight that sends me over. My body freezes up as the climax overtakes me, spiraling out. I can feel my own come flood our fingers. In a daze, I hear him groan and then the movements behind me, beneath my lax fingers, quicken. His hand moves away from my throat to grab my breast, and I’m imprisoned in his embrace as he works his c**k against me with a ferocity I’ve not felt before. His hips surge against me in uncoordinated thrusts, and he takes a quick indrawn breath as his arousal peaks.

“My God, Tiny,” he says, tumbling me down on the sheets. “I’m becoming addicted to you.”

“Good, because I don’t know if I can live without you either,” I confess, trembling from the aftershocks.

“You won’t have to.”

Chapter 23

MORNING COMES TOO QUICKLY FOR me. I don’t think Ian allowed me more than an hour’s rest last night, and I feel sore all over. But each twinge of pain when I stretch puts a smile on my face because I recall the sinfully delicious ways that I worked out muscles I didn’t realize I had. I felt desirable and possessed.

“I hope you’re okay with your mom knowing that I f**ked you like crazy last night.” Ian hands me a plate of perfectly poached eggs, wheat toast, and steak. It looks like a dinner but I guess I worked up an appetite because I fall on the meat like a ravenous beast. He actually made all of it, including the steak, which surprised me. I figured he was solely an order out and delivery sort of guy.

“Why’s that?” I ask, running a possessive gaze over his shirtless frame. He’s only wearing skintight boxer-briefs, which serve to emphasize the size of his package. Mine, I think. All mine.

“Because you have a smug but very hot look in your eyes. I think anyone would recognize what it means.” His voice has dropped, and by now I know that means he’s thinking about doing dirty things to me and with me. Predictably my body responds with clenching and moistening. I’ll never get out of here at this rate. Dropping my gaze to my plate, I clear my throat and cast around for a safer topic.

“How’d you meet Malcolm?” I finally ask.

“Do you know what your brother does?” he asks.

“He’s a drug dealer. I mean, I’m not sure, but I’m delivering a lot of small packages for him and they aren’t all full of legal papers.”

“That’s not the only thing he does. I went to him because he’s got a certain reputation for dealing with a lot of very attractive women who’ll do about anything for money and are fairly discreet.”

“Are you saying he’s a . . . pimp?” My mouth falls open.

Ian presses his lips together for a moment. “You could say that.”

This news rocks me, and I drop my fork onto the plate.

“So you needed a prostitute? You thought I was a prostitute?” My voice is getting unnaturally high.

“No. I knew you weren’t right away.” He repositions his chair so that he is sitting closer to me. “The women in the business have a certain look in their eyes that you don’t have. Plus, you tried hard to piss me off and no working girl is that bad at customer service.” He shakes his head and chuckles at the memory.

“You thought I was naive and could be taken advantage of?”

He shakes his head again. “Why are you always thinking the worst about both of us?”