Servicing the Target (Masters of the Shadowlands #10)(117)

“Fuck.” His head lifted from the bed, the cords in his neck straining.

Perfect. If a cock could be considered similar to a clitoris, she figured the prostate was much like a woman’s G-spot.

“Please tell me you’re planning to climb on and ride,” he gritted.

“Soon, guard dog, soon.” She’d like nothing better.

But if she could get him off without ejaculating, he’d be able to come again. Multiple orgasms for her tiger—it seemed the least she could do.

First, she’d rev him up a bit further.

She pumped some lotion from the bottle on the bedside stand and rubbed it into her arms. “A woman should keep her skin moisturized for the enjoyment of her man.”

His eyes on her were hot enough to sear.

Another pump. She lotioned her shoulders.

“Seems as if the man should help out—since all that soft skin is for him,” he offered.

“That does sound logical,” she agreed amiably.

“Yes.” He tried to sit up and froze as everything she’d put on him pulled and tugged. With a growl, he continued out of the bed, moving carefully.

Excitement simmered within her as she looked at him. His body was tense from head to toes, already well stimulated. He certainly wasn’t thinking of anything except the moment…and her.

She took his place on the bed and opened her legs, letting him kneel between them. His hands were huge and hot, the lotion disconcertingly cool as he stroked it down over her front before returning to concentrate on her nipples.

And another gift of pregnancy, she was not only slightly larger, but also very sensitive. He grinned when she squirmed under his usual pressure, then lightened his touch. “I get the impression you’re as turned on as I am, Mistress.”

His hair brushed her breasts as he spread the lotion over her stomach, following with kisses.

He reached her mound.

Oh. Yes.

His tongue found her clit, circled. When he started to use his fingers, she ordered, “Tongue and lips only, please,” and gripped his hair to enforce her will.

The vibration of his laugh teased her nerve endings. He ran his tongue over her clit, wiggled it against the sides, descended to circle and probe her entrance, then returned to suck lightly.

His hips rocked slightly as the stimulation to his prostate began to provoke a reaction.

When his hand moved toward his cock, she laughed. “Take hold of me, please.”

With a huff of surprise, he snatched his hand away. Brow furrowed with concentration, he gripped her hips and gave her his full attention. Sucking and licking. Such a beautifully hot tongue—and he was uncannily clever at reading her reactions.

Because he loved her.

And God, she loved him. Her hand stroked his head before she fisted his hair again, making him laugh.

Heat grew inside her, the gathering of pressure focused high and in her clit, tightening, tightening.

As it did, she could feel his grip on her hips become painful as his own climax approached.

And then he closed his mouth over her clit and sucked, flickering his tongue over the top between each vigorous pull. The ribbons of sensation flowing through her system gathered into a tight, colorful ball. More…

Between one breath and another, she exploded, her core pulsing and sending bright streams of pleasure surging outward.

His breath was hot on her *, the whine of his own approaching climax almost audible, as she clasped his hair. “Benjamin, look at me.”

His head lifted, his eyes dark with lust.

She held his gaze, fingertips of one hand stroking his cheek.




The scent of her cinnamon lotion, of her juices, filled him with every breath. Her hand in his hair clamped down almost painfully as she stroked his face sweetly.

And that f*cking thing she’d put on him hummed and vibrated against an incredibly sensitive place on his groin.

Her clear blue-gray eyes were the most beautiful eyes in the universe, all framed by those thick, dark lashes, and she watched him as the pressure built at the base of his spine and in his cock and low inside him, somewhere deep in his core. Tighter and tighter.

He stared into her eyes, unable to look away, held by her hand, her voice, her eyes.

“Come, Benjamin,” she said softly. “Let it happen.”

And f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, it did. The climax was nothing he’d ever felt before, shaking his body, an impossible brilliant orgasm that somehow happened without him shooting his wad.

His back arched, pulling his hair against her grip. And then it was over. His heart was hammering, fit to destroy him.

Her gaze dropped to his groin.

She smiled. “Let’s see if you can still perform, guard dog.”

Seriously? He looked down. His impossibly erect dick was straining toward her. He pulled in a breath. The f*cking vibrations were still hitting him and each time he moved, the rings on his cock and his balls tugged and dragged like squeezing fingers.

Perform. Her * was wet and slick and her legs were open and…

She was going to kill him dead.

He lifted his gaze to see if she realized what would happen if she let him loose to…

Her eyes were soft and the look in them hit his heart like a Ma Deuce round, knocking him back, filling his chest as her love went singing through every cell in his body.

“I love you,” he grated.