A Dom is Forever (Masters and Mercenaries #3)(43)

He smiled, releasing her and dropping to his knees. He looked up at her, dark hair messy and perfect. “That’s thank you, Sir, when we’re playing.”

She could give him that. “Thank you, Sir.” She touched his hair, felt the silk under her fingertips. “Thank you for everything, Sir.”

An arrogant grin crossed his face. “Oh, baby, I haven’t begun to earn that thank you, but I think I’ll start now. You hold still or I’ll stop. This is just a little appetizer to make sure you’re damn good and ready. Later, I’ll spread you out and eat this * to my heart’s content, but my dick is dying. I need to get inside you pretty damn quick.”

His hands were on her hips, holding her in place while his face went right into her *.

She was shocked for a moment, but then he ran his tongue across her clit and she couldn’t think anymore. Wet and firm, his tongue slid across her flesh lighting her up and making her squirm. She’d thought she’d loved his fingers playing in her *, but they had nothing on his tongue. Fire seemed to lick up her body, threatening to consume her.

She knew it was nasty, dirty. He had his mouth all over her girl parts, and she was wet and creamy and he was licking it all up. She stared down at his dark head moving as he worked her * up and down.

“Spread your legs. I need more.” He groaned against her skin. She felt it sizzling across her body.

She spread her legs and his tongue speared up inside, invading her * like his cock surely would. Soft but strong, his tongue impaled her. He was making love to her with nothing but his mouth. He thrust up inside her * and then licked a long path to her clitoris, pressing down firmly.

She couldn’t help but cry out.

“That’s what I want. Make those little sounds, baby. Let me hear how much you want it.” He let go of her hips and parted her * with his thumbs, fully exposing her clitoris. He put his lips right over that little nubbin and sucked it inside.

Avery couldn’t breathe. Close. She was so close, she could taste it. Her blood started to pound. Her arms shook.

And he stopped.

Lee got up, moving with a grace Avery wasn’t sure she could ever feel, leaving her completely off kilter. She tried to catch her breath, but it was hard because he pulled his shirt over his head and she was assaulted with the vision of the most perfect chest she’d ever seen.

Broad shoulders and perfectly sculpted pecs led down to an eight pack and a lean waist. Even as she tried to take in how beautiful his chest was, he shoved his jeans off his hips and his cock bobbed free. He pulled a small blue square out of his pocket and held it in his left hand.

Yeah, she hadn’t seen anything like that before. Long and thick with a plum-shaped head. She’d wanted to turn the light off, but then she would have missed looking at him. Michelangelo couldn’t have sculpted a more perfect man.

But he wasn’t perfect. He had a lot of scars. A long one ran across his chest, marring the silky-smooth skin there.

He reached his hand out, dragging her fingers to his chest. “Touch it. We all have scars, Avery. Yours don’t make you less beautiful. They just mean you survived.”

Yes, she’d survived, but only now did she feel like she’d lived. She let her fingers cross the scar that marked his own survival. “This wasn’t a nail gun, was it?”

He shook his head. “I was in the Army. I got in a knife fight in Afghanistan. I survived, and I’m happy to be here with you.”

She was so close to him, their naked bodies almost touching. “Can I touch you?”

He smiled a little. “You’re already touching me. Ask for what you want, Avery. Use those dirty words I taught you. What do you want to touch? Don’t be shy. I can still taste your * on my tongue. There’s no room for shyness anymore. And if you put a polite, sweet little ‘Sir’ on the end of your request, that would make me very happy.”

“I want to touch your cock, Sir.” The words were easier now. He’d been right. This was intimacy as sweet and pure as any hug.

He pulled her hand down. “Touch me. Take me in your hand and grip my dick tight. Stroke me. I won’t break.”

He was so big in her hand. She could barely get her fingers around him. His hand came around hers forcing her to be rougher. He taught her how to touch him, pulling her hand over his cock, stroking up and down from the thick base up to cover the head.

She loved the deep groan that came from his chest as she took over. She didn’t have to worry about whether or not she was pleasing him. He would show her how. He would talk to her. There was such sweet freedom in that. A creamy pearl of arousal tipped the head of his dick, and she let it coat her fingers.

“That’s it, baby.” He growled his approval.

He pulsed in her palm, getting even bigger as she stroked him.

“Stop. I don’t want to come in your hand, and I’m going to if you don’t stop.” He didn’t let go of her hand, merely pulled it away from his cock. He backed up to the couch and let his big body fall back so he was sitting down. “I want to be inside you.”

She stood there watching him as he tore open the blue package in his hand and rolled a condom on. She was really doing this. He was big and hard and ready to f*ck. The word came easily now. It had seemed ugly before, but now she felt the affection behind it.

“Come on. Ride me.” He started to pull her on his lap. “Straddle me and take my cock.”