Page 53 of Mountain Security

Her hands moved to his belt and started undoing it, her long, slim fingers caressing his cocks through the black fabric. “I can feel … I can feel how hard you are for me.”

Alex could tell she’d never spoken words like this before.

Pleasure surged through him. He bit his cheek, not quite able to stop the hiss that escaped his lips.

I’m the first to see what’s behind that strict self-control.

She certainly tests my self-control.

Maybe we don’t need it.

Not here, not when it’s just the two of us.

She reached into his pants, struggling to pull his erection through the gap in his boxer shorts. Alex looked down as she wrapped her small hand around his cock, then looked up at her magnificent breasts.

Fuck.

He could come.

If he let himself, he could come right now.

He breathed an unsteady breath. His fingers grazed her breast, feeling its weight, its softness—the slight roughness where the bronze skin met the dark brown nipple. His thumb and forefinger tightened around her nipple.

Yvette’s body shivered.

She gave a throaty moan.

“You like this?” he asked, tightening his hold, watching her face carefully as they straddled that fine line between pleasure and pain. Her eyes tightened.

“Let me know if it’s too much,” he said, leaning forward to graze the side of her face with his lips.

Yvette turned her head, her lips seeking his out. She kissed him passionately, desperately.

“It’s all pleasure,” she said.

Her hand began stroking his cock, moving all the way to the wet, swollen tip, then back all the way to the root.

They began a slow dance, where he played with her nipples while she ran her hand up and down his cock.

Finally, Alex couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Off with these,” he said, looping his finger inside the waistline of the smallest pair of panties he’d ever seen and tugging. Then she was finally bare before him. Her pussy glistened with excitement.

Alex kneeled in front of her, anchoring his hands to her slim, strong hips.

“Alex, what are—“

“Don’t move. It’s my turn to take what I want.”

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Yvette

What he wanted, apparently, was to kill her.

His tongue licked and sucked, stroking through her folds with rigor and intent, as if he were trying to memorize her. As if there was nothing else he’d rather be doing.

At first, she was tense. A man going down on her always made her feel this way—like she had to rush to get there, or risk disappointing her partner. Which in turn made it that much harder for her to come, of course. She’d come so rarely from oral sex, she’d ended up believing it wasn’t something she enjoyed.

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