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She chuckled, took the step to close the distance between
them then cupped the raging hard-on in his pants. Her expression became
knowing. “Well now, we’re going to have to deal with this, aren’t we?” Lowering
to her knees, she gazed up at him. “I want our night to last and you’ve
neglected your needs, haven’t you?”

“How so?” he managed.

She unbuckled his belt, opened the fly of his Dockers then
sent his pants and boxer-briefs to pool at his feet. He nearly moaned at how
eagerly she looked at his dick, but refrained. That was, until she placed that
feminine hand over his shaft and the sound he held back hummed from his throat.
“You’re so hard.”

Fucking right I am.

“A man needs to have sex or how can he be productive?”
Sliding her hand up to his cock head, she swirled her fingers around the tip,
almost bringing him to his knees. “Have you not been having sex?”

He groaned as each turn of her hand sent scorching heat
through his limbs. “It’s been a while.”

“A single, sexy man like yourself?” She continued to pump
his cock and kept those stunning eyes on him. A small smile quirked up the side
of those lips he wanted sucking him off…
now
. “How is that possible?”

He struggled to hold coherent thoughts.
Stop talking.
Mouth. Cock. Now
. “You’re not the norm in women, and I came out of a long
relationship four months ago.” He grunted as she continued to work him with
pure skill. “I’m not looking for another one.”

“Such a pity more women aren’t open to having a little fun,”
she murmured. “All this gorgeous man.” She slid her hand down to the base and
gave his dick a shake. “Splendid, delicious cock being wasted.”

Now the tables had turned. He had no doubt that with her
like this, on her knees before him, he’d do anything she asked to ensure she
sucked him off.

“Luckily for you, Evan, I’m not looking for love either.”
Her gaze traveled from his erection slowly up to his chest then to his eyes. “I
was married once, did you know that?”

“No.” He gritted his teeth as she stroked him more eagerly
now. “I hadn’t heard.”

Leaning forward, she kissed his thigh, then ran her tongue
closer to his erection using little swirls that had him fighting back his
desire to tell her to hurry the fuck up. “I was married when I was twenty and
it ended two years ago.”

He trembled as her tongue travelled,
closer
…
and
closer
…then irritating him, she moved away. “So you see, I’ve been there
and done that.” She glimpsed up at him while she stroked him. “Maybe down the
road I’ll look into settling down again, but for now I’m more focused on
enjoying.”

He chuckled. “My cock?”

“Yes, Evan, your big, beautiful cock.” She grinned. “No
emotions. No strings attached.” She licked her lips, drawing his focus to her
mouth. “Is this an agreement you can handle?”

His stared at that mouth for a moment longer as she caressed
her tongue over her top lip, but he knew her intention. She wanted him begging
for her, and while he might want to, he held on to the control and took the
reins from her. “How ’bout I make that decision after you suck my cock?”

She sat back on her legs, her hand freezing in midstroke. “Why
would that be?”

“Seems foolish to agree to something before I have a
demonstration first.” Leaning down, he slid his fingers through her dark hair
and flicked it over her shoulder then he traced the curve of her shoulder. “Not
a good business move. You need to prove that my time spent with you would be
worthwhile.”

Her eyes twinkled. “Ah, best I prove myself valuable to you,
then.” She leaned in and licked the pre-cum that gathered on the tip. Hell, if
she did that again, he suspected she’d get the full load in seconds.

He undid his tie, unbuttoned his dress shirt then tossed
them to the floor as she drew his dick into her mouth and took him all the way
into her throat. His fists clenched at his sides as her lips became a vise
grip. Her mouth was warm and wet and his cock slid in until it stopped, unable
to go farther. Did the woman have no gag reflex?

She massaged the underside of his dick with her tongue and
he found his utopia. Each swipe of her tongue nearly made him come undone and
when she sucked in her cheeks, he grunted his pleasure.

Painfully slow, she pulled away from his cock and her lips
popped off the head. She swirled her tongue under the rim, keeping her stare
fixated on his eyes. Then she feathered her tongue down his shaft, up and down,
licking him into wild sensations. Moving down farther, she licked each ball
before pulling one testicle into her mouth to give it a suck.

A deep groan rose from his chest as he watched her sucking
on his testicles and stroking his shaft, wet from her saliva. After her mouth
left his balls, she ran her tongue back up him in one long, hard lick.

At the tip, she flicked the slit and he all but saw stars.
Her hand moved in light strokes, barely touching him. When she drew him into
her mouth, lowering down, he grabbed that silky head of hair. He couldn’t take
much more of this. It’d been too long since he had a woman sucking him. Even
his ex Sherri-Lynn never sucked him like this.

This chick didn’t just suck cock, she
loved
to suck
cock. She wasn’t doing this to give him pleasure, she did it because it fed a
part of her, just like it had him to watch her blow. Each suck of her lips
against the tip was done with precision. Every time she trailed her fingernails
up and down his thighs added a level of sensations that nearly dropped the
floor out from under him.

With one hand continuing to trail a path up his leg, she ran
those nails over his stomach, and her other hand followed her mouth on his
shaft. Up and down her head moved, those stunning eyes staying on his seductively.

That was, until something about her changed. A focused
nature that made her eyes twinkle, and with a wink at him, she dropped her
gaze.

In one second, she went from that teasing nature to a woman
on a mission. She pulled in her cheeks around his cock, gave a moan that hummed
across his hard flesh then started fucking him with her mouth.

She bobbed her head with a speed calling to his orgasm. Her
hand pumped his shaft in the same rhythm she set with her lips. He widened his
stance, overwhelmed by the friction she caused and gave a guttural groan,
nearly going cross-eyed from the pleasure she forced upon him. Her hand moved
from going up and down to swirling around as if giving him an Indian burn, but
this didn’t hurt, it fucking blew his mind.

When he hardened further, she apparently realized his
closeness and brought her mouth back up to the tip where she sucked on it as if
that motion alone would milk the cum from him. Her hand trailing his stomach
joined the one on his dick and using both, she jerked him off as if this woman
had stamina that would never end. Her gaze returned to his and he became lost
in her eyes.

He swiped the hair away from her face, cupped her cheeks and
allowed her the right to control this moment. He didn’t thrust his hips, as much
as he craved to. She wanted his cum and he’d allowed her draw it out of him.
While he loved to hold the power, he’d be a fool if he didn’t realize that at
times, handing it over meant more pleasure for him.

This was one of those times.

Under her force, his erection became steel, causing the
lowest of moans to rise from his throat. His gaze wandered over those big tits.
The way they bounced made his groans louder. In response, she stopped sucking
his cock, continuing to move her hands in a way he could barely endure. That
grip, all that wetness, was equal to the tightest cunt he’d ever fucked. Her
mouth parted and she quickened her strokes. Her request was glaringly obvious.

Fuck, yeah!

Heat sped up his spine, and his hands fisted in her hair.
Her strokes increased so fast that his muscles tensed. He tipped his head back,
a wave of hot arousal flushing over him to near pain and her unforgiving
strokes built his orgasm to the highest intensity.

“Are you going to come for me?” she purred.

Lowering his head, he glanced back at her. Her hands worked
over him as if she wanted nothing less than for him to come all over her. “Open
your mouth.”

“Give it to me, Evan.” Her lips parted while she jerked him.
His balls drew up as her pretty eyes were fixated on his. She clearly wasn’t
calling for his orgasm just to make him blow, she called to it because she
wanted him…
to taste him
.

No woman had ever made such a demand, which was all it took
to tip him over the edge. His body jerked as one final intense wave of pleasure
stormed through it. Heat blasted from his stomach into his balls then erupted
throughout him as his cum exploded from his cock.

With loud grunts, he bucked and jerked as she accepted all
of his semen into her mouth. He waited for her to show some type of revulsion,
but she merely closed her lips, her eyes fluttered closed and she swallowed.

Trembling with the aftereffects of his release, he groaned
in recovery, and she flicked that now-clean tongue along his cock head. He
gasped, overtaken from the sensitivity and nearly moved away, but her hold on
his thighs stopped him.

After she thoroughly cleaned him, she wiped the corners of
her lips, drew the tip of her finger into her mouth and sucked. There, on her
knees, was a woman who had just blindsided him.

He had never enjoyed not being in control because most women
couldn’t deliver if they held the reins. Brooke could. Lowering back, she
settled on her legs, smiling up at him. Consumed with sheer admiration for her,
he leaned down and sealed his mouth over hers—a hard kiss to show his approval.
Her lips followed his as he danced his tongue with hers and her sweet little
moans encouraged him.

After a nibble on her bottom lip, he backed away and ran his
knuckles over her cheek. “Mission accomplished.” At the tilt of her head, he
added, “You proved yourself worthy.”

Her sassy grin returned. “All in a day’s work, Mr.
Marshall.”

Chapter Three

The sight of Brooke’s bare ass surrounded by a black lace
garter was enough to make Evan’s spent cock jerk. Her high heels clicked
against the marble floor as she strode down the long hallway with white
wainscoting and he stayed purposely behind her to admire that sexy bottom.
Christ, she looked spectacular in a skirt, but wrapped in lingerie, he’d never
seen anything hotter.

Glancing over her shoulder, she winked at him. “Enjoying the
view?”

“Immensely,” he replied with no shame.

She chuckled softly. “Glad you think so, Mr. Marshall.”
Looking back in front of her, she continued with that fluid stride, making her
look as though she were a tigress on a hunt. As she rounded a corner, she
disappeared from sight and Evan quickened his steps to find her.

Once he passed the bend in the hallway, he noticed a bedroom
door to his right. When he entered, he spotted a large king-size bed against
the far wall with a steel headboard and solid cherrywood furniture that
decorated the space.

After a quick glance around, Brooke was nowhere to be found.
Then he heard the shower turn on. He smiled, pleased she’d thought of it, since
he was drenched in sweat and needed a rinse off.

He strode through the huge bedroom, tossed his clothes onto
a chair in the corner and he entered the bathroom. In front of him was a
two-person shower and the rest of the space resembled the other parts of the
house—lavish and modern.

However, the
who
in the shower interested him more
than the fancy house. Brooke, now nude, her lingerie and high heels resting on
the side of her soaker tub, stood under the showerhead. She’d pulled her hair
up in a bun on top of her head and her body glistened with the water.

Instead of standing there like some idiot and salivating
over the woman, he approached the shower, opened the door and stepped in. At
his appearance, she turned around. His gaze traveled the length of her,
stopping at the water trailing off her nipples and he grunted.

“Come here,” she murmured.

He closed the distance between them and she pushed him under
the showerhead. The warm water rushed down his neck and over his back while she
closed in behind him. Her breasts squished against him and if his dick wasn’t
dead at the moment, it would’ve been rock-hard.

Wrapping her hands around his middle, she spread the water
over his chest and stomach. He raised his hands to his head and gave his scalp
a scrub to rinse the sweat away.

When he lowered his hands, she backed away, and he glanced
over his shoulder to see her fetching the bottle of soap from the ledge. She
squirted a few pumps into her hand, placed it down closer to them then lathered
the soap in her palms.

To his shock, the woman started at his neck, running her
hands over his back, then went to his ass, where she circled his buttocks,
giving a slight squeeze. She then made her way up to his shoulders, where she
massaged them.

Now he groaned for a different reason than arousal. Her
gentle touch eased his muscles and relaxation settled into his core. He gave a
long exhale, shutting his eyes while her talented hands worked the stress out
of his body.

After giving his shoulders a good rub, she proceeded down
his back, kneading at each of his muscles until no part of him held tension.
The hot water at his front was pleasant and the mountain-fresh soap provided a
rich aroma that only added to his tranquil state.

“Turn around,” she whispered.

He obliged her, spinning so the water washed away the soap
she’d bathed him in and she added more soap to her hands. Then she spread it
over his chest in circular movements. Her gaze remained heated, which surprised
him. Two orgasms should’ve satisfied the woman, or so he thought. He had one
and that could’ve kept him happy for a month after that experience.

“I love all this fur on your chest. Very manly.” She skimmed
over his nipples and he’d never thought himself sensitive that way, but when
she touched him, it was as if his body awakened. Her hands caressed up his
forearms to his biceps. “Your hard muscles are so sexy.”

He might think she worshipped him to appease him, but the
simmer in her expression declared she meant what she said. Besides, he liked
her worshipping him.

Her soapy hands traveled down his stomach, and his muscles
clenched under her touch as she continued south. She reached over, added more
soap to her hands and grinned at him. “Leave the best part for last, wouldn’t
you say?”

He swallowed hard at the alluring nature of her voice. More
so when she ran that soap over his dick and carried on under his balls to the
soft, sensitive area behind. With her fingernail, she traced a path from front
to back and his knees buckled. He’d always been a come once and go to sleep
type of man, but this woman wouldn’t stand for it. By all appearances, she knew
exactly how to make sure she roused him again.

With her nail tracing under his balls, she gathered his
testicles, bringing them up to rest against the base of his semi-hard cock.
“Hmm…needs more soap, I think. You’re still all dirty, aren’t you, Evan?” The
wicked glint in her eye declared she liked that idea.

After adding more soap to her hand, she grasped his
semi-erection and stroked him. In less than three rubs, he stood at full
attention, his mind filling with images of taking her against the shower wall.

“There we go,” she purred. “All hard for me.” She raised her
hand to his chest, where she gave him a push.

The water instantly engulfed him, washing away the soap. He
leaned his head back, allowing the wetness to spread over his face and run down
his torso to land on his cock. Damn, that felt good.

Without thought and in total need, he wrapped his hand
around himself and gave a few strokes as the water added a delicious lubricant.
Then a clicking sound interrupted him and drew him out of his pleasure.

He now stood in the shower alone.

Incorrigible woman.

Chuckling, he turned off the water, ran his hand over his
hair to remove the excess water and exited the shower. He grabbed a towel that
rested on the edge of the bathtub and dried off quickly.

After dropping the towel on the floor, he went to find the
smart woman. She always kept him guessing, chasing after her and didn’t let him
plan anything because she was already a step ahead of him.

When he entered the bedroom, he found her standing by the
bed, which was stripped of the blankets. They now rested in a heap on the floor
with the pillows, and all that remained was a black satin sheet.

His gaze lifted back to hers and she had his navy blue-striped
tie in his hands, twirling it within her fingers. “Ready for more?”

“Always,” he stated.

She released the tie from her fingers, wagging it in front
of her, wearing nothing less than a smile to make a man want to beg at her
feet. “Wanna play?”

He looked at her hands again then back up into her playful
gaze. “With the tie?”

“Mm-hm.”

It crossed his mind to tie her up instead, but the thought
died. Giving her that little bit of control had proved to be worth his while
and he wasn’t stupid. If this woman wanted to worship him for a time, he’d
allow it. Besides, he’d never been tied up before and the images playing in his
head were enough to force his compliance.

For now, he’d play along. “Where do you want me?”

“On the bed.” The tie was now draped around her neck,
dangling between her tits, and she’d removed the elastic from her hair, making
her dark hair a stunning contrast to her creamy skin. “Grab the headboard with
your hands.”

After he settled on the mattress, he grasped the cool
metal-bar headboard, the back of his hands resting on the bar below. Brooke
joined him by placing one knee onto the bed then crawled toward him as though
she were a sexy kitten. Once over top of him, she pulled his wrists closer
together then wrapped his hands skillfully in his tie. After she fastened a
knot, he tested the restraint and gave a yank, but she’d locked him up good. He
wouldn’t get out of that hold and that excited him more than he thought it
would.

Sliding her leg over his middle, she straddled him and her
pussy pressed onto his stomach. He wondered if the dampness was from her
shower. But after she ground herself against him, he realized her moisture was
pure arousal in its wonderfully silky form.

With those hips swaying back and forth, he finally had what
he craved. This woman grinding herself all over his body, and when she leaned
down, placing her tits onto his chest, he groaned.

Her mouth met his and he parted his lips as she shoved in
her tongue, controlling the kiss. For now, he’d allow her the right to overpower
him. Having the roles switched wasn’t putting him out any. Not that he had much
choice in the matter, considering he was trapped to the headboard.

Soft, excited noises spilled from her lips as she deepened
the kiss. She moved herself all over him in a forceful manner, either to entice
him or fulfill a need in her, he didn’t much care what it was. This, he didn’t
want to end.

To his disappointment, it did.

After a firm bite on his bottom lip, making him moan, she
backed away and she wiggled off him. She approached the end table, took out a
foil wrapper then returned. In a swift move, the condom was out of the
packaging and she had slid it over his shaft.

Without so much as a hitch in her movements, she straddled
his waist again. Her hot cunt found his straining cock head and she lowered
down onto him. The sigh she offered equaled his deep groan. Her hands went
straight to those huge tits and she squeezed her nipples, giving him one hell
of a view.

“Christ, Brooke.” He grunted.

With a wicked glint in her eye, she took him in all the way
to the hilt and his eyes closed for a split second while he got lost in her
incredible pussy. All tight. Very wet. Totally his for the moment. But he
snapped his eyes open, not wanting to lose sight of her. He wouldn’t deprive himself
of the show.

“I’m pleased you like watching me fuck you, Evan, but I can
do one better.” Her voice became huskier as she slid one of her hands down her
rounded stomach and settled it over her clit, swirling the little bud.

Her inner muscles clenched against him as she clearly found
a higher pleasure and he reaped the reward of a seriously tight cunt. When her
breath hitched, she bounced on him and the bed beneath him squeaked as she rode
him. His balls ached with each thrust down and every move up made his teeth
grind together.

He craved to take her hard, lift his hips and thrust in
return. But watching her have her way with him was too pleasurable to stop.
However, the restraints on his wrists now frustrated him. He wanted nothing
more than to grab those breasts, suck her nipples into the roof of his mouth
and increase her pleasure.

Pulling against the bonds, he discovered he didn’t move an
inch. All he could do was lie there and watch the woman get herself off with no
help from him. He wasn’t used to a woman taking for herself, being so confident
she didn’t give a thought about him and sought her own pleasure. Her head had
fallen back, her long hair trailing down and he wanted to grab on to it while
he thrust into her. Her breasts jutted out, offering those hard nipples to
suck.

The restraints needed to go.

While at first, the thought excited him, he realized being
bound took too much control he didn’t approve of. He parted his mouth to order
his release when her breathing increased. Her pussy convulsed around his
erection, so he shut his mouth, not wanting to interrupt her. As she bounced
harder, swirling that clit faster, he didn’t know where to look. Her hand on
her clit, her tits bouncing up and down or her face so lost in pleasure.

Although, when her slick heat strangled him, he realized the
choice wasn’t his. His eyes closed as her orgasm sucked him into her pleasure.
Her body milked his, drawing at him to ensure his cock gave her what she
desired. He groaned, low and deep, as she screamed out her climax, jerking
against him.

As she came down from her release, her pussy massaged his
cock and her dampness spread out between their bodies. Soaking wet. Fucking
sexy. When her inner muscles fully released him, she finally lowered her head
and gave him a shit-eating grin.

He arched an eyebrow. “Enjoy yourself?”

“Incredibly so.”

Drawing in a few more stabilizing breaths, the red color of
her cheeks lessened and even if she hadn’t meant to, she offered him another
challenge. He wanted to see those cheeks flaming red from the pleasure
he
forced upon her. “Release me.”

She regarded him a moment then shook her head. “Not yet.”

“Brooke,” he warned.

“Hush.” She laughed, withdrew from him, spun around and
straddled him backward, bending all the way forward. Her plush breasts rested
against his legs and he groaned as she arched her back, angling herself so he
got a perfect view of her pink folds glistening with arousal.

Reaching back, she ran her hands over her ass, spreading her
cheeks. The move opened her fully, and the ties around Evan’s wrists burned as
his muscles strained to break free. The view a moment ago enthralled him.
This
view made sense leave his mind with the overt need to fuck this temptress.

“You want your cock here again, don’t you?” She traced over
her slit, drawing the arousal up to the tight knot above. “Or even here.” She
circled over her asshole and trembled, all breathless.

Yanking on the binds holding him to the bed, he wanted
nothing more than to drive into that sweet ass until he blew inside her. But
apparently she wasn’t going to appease him, since she grabbed his shaft then
slid back onto it. His refusal died on his tongue, the annoyance of being
restrained fading as his gaze zeroed in on her pussy accepting him. Her
heart-shaped ass was a stunning pleasure to him, and her lower lips hugged his
cock tight.