Servicing the Target (Masters of the Shadowlands #10)(89)

Trailed by the cool silk of her hair, her lips moseyed down his body, over his collarbone, and down to tease his nipples. She kissed his belly. And moved down. When she reached his hips, his heart rammed into overdrive.

Wet and slick, her tongue licked up his cock and traced a single vein’s twisted path from base to helmet before trailing back down again. Each exhalation bathed him with a puff of warmth. She was going to kill him.

When she slid him into her hot, hot mouth, he had to fist the cushion to keep from losing all control.

Even as she engulfed him in heat, her tongue roamed over him, around him. The skin of his cock felt too f*cking tight, the pressure growing, even as she took him deeper.

Ever so slowly, she lifted her head, sliding upward, her lips squeezing his shaft like a narrow fist.

When she sucked on the tip, small explosions lit the area behind his eyes.

“Breathe, Benjamin. If you come, I’ll be displeased. I want you to finish in me.”

She’d promised him rough sex. A blowjob and rough sex—birthday and Christmas combined.

Although…he might not live that long.

Her hands curled around his balls, rolling the nuts, even as she sucked his cock in, hard and fast, right down into her throat. Then out again. Bobbing up and down. She let him go and sent a puff of cool air over his wet skin—and she tugged on his balls.

His hips rose at the jolt of sensation.

Her teeth nipped a trail down his shaft, sending sharp zings up his spine, then she bathed him in heat when she took him back in her mouth.

The pleasure was purely f*cking enormous.

She worked him, giving generously, taking him deeper than anyone ever had. Abandoning his rocks, her hand slid down to toy with the anal plug until the entire area from cock to anus merged into one sensitive nerve, shrieking for release.

Pressure built, searing in intensity, drawing his balls upward.

Even as he approached the point of no return, she wrapped her fingers around the base of his dick and squeezed. Backing him off.

He let out a groan of both relief and serious f*cking frustration and met her amused…and very heated gaze.

His cock throbbed, the plug throbbed; he needed to come, but damned if he’d give up one moment of his chance to enjoy her with no restraints. With an effort, he cleared his throat. “Thank you, Ma’am. My turn? Please?”

She angled her head in agreement. “Your turn.”




Before Anne’s next heartbeat, her slave was off the lounge and on her like a savage. One second she was sitting; the next, she was flat on her back.

“Finally,” he growled, running his callused hands up and down, from her hips to her shoulders, from her * to her breasts.

Zeroing right in, he licked and kissed one breast before moving to the other, leaving a hot throbbing in his wake. His lips were firm, his tongue wet—and her breasts already felt overly sensitive and swollen. She must have put on weight; no more sharing his sweets.

When he drew one nipple into his mouth and sucked strongly, she closed her eyes under the inferno of desire. He was rough, his usual I’m-a-big-man restraint shattered by how deep he’d gone into subspace—and his ravenousness hit her like a hammerblow.

Feeling her control sliding away, she put her arms around him, pulled him down, and opened her legs.

Burning tiger’s eyes met hers with raw determination. “You said as I want.”

She had.

Rather than taking her, he firmly set her hands onto the cushions…and moved down her body. A nip on her stomach was soothed by the caress of his tongue.

When he nuzzled her mound, the muscles drew taut in her belly.

His breath stroked her * with a waft of warm air before he licked slowly over her clit with unerring precision.

The full, hot sensation lit every nerve in her lower half, and she moaned.

His head rose, and his cautious, tawny eyes regarded her for long seconds.

She could see the moment he decided she wasn’t taking back her gift—that he really could do as he wished.

He forcefully pushed her legs apart. Curling his big hands under her ass, he ran his thumbs up and separated her labia. Opened her widely. A second later, he began to…feast. His tongue was everywhere, tracing her folds, dipping in, teasing her clit, sending pleasure rioting around her system.

He sucked her, licked her. As the clawing need grew within her, her hips rose, demanding more.

“Uh-uh.” He lifted, propping himself up with a hand on her pelvis and holding her down in the process. Slowly, ever so slowly, he slid a thick finger in her *.

Lovely new nerves wakened to life under the slow stretch and friction. More. Need more. She reached for his hair…then pulled her hands back. This was his reward—and she sure couldn’t complain of his skills.

When he added another finger, the sensuous slide of his thrusting made her breathing hitch. And then his tongue lashed her clit, top and side, as he plunged his fingers in and out in a demanding rhythm.

Up, up, everything tightened inside her. The tension built, and her legs trembled, her muscles turned taut.

His laugh rumbled against her skin and then his lips closed tightly around her clit and he sucked. Sucked hard.

Her breathing stopped completely as the pressure peaked and then an upsurge of sensation rolled over her, through her—drowning her in pleasure.

Wave after wave.

Even as she gasped for air, he flipped her onto her hands and knees, and came down on her. One iron arm curved around her waist as he fit himself to her entrance.