Page 56 of Honk if You Love Real Men (Tempting SEALs 1)

She was supposed to give him the power.

But he wasn’t ready yet. He needed to want to come. And she was getting him there, his hips thrusting into her mouth now, his head thrown back as she sucked him, the blue veins of his penis swollen from pleasure. He was fully engorged now, his head reddish purple from the pressure of her mouth working him.

“Jeez,” he was saying. “Jeez. How do you do it?”

She worked him harder, taking him deep, sucking him down. His legs flexed, so did his butt, his hips working faster and faster.

Close, she had him close.

She let him slip from her mouth.

He froze.

“Don’t move,” she ordered.

You’re controlling him, Bree.

No. He was about to control her, and her desire cooled as quickly as it warmed when she stood, gave him her ass and said, “Put the condom on and take me.”

And still he hesitated.

“Damn it, Trent. Fuck me right now.”

He grabbed her by the hips and pushed into her. But not in her ass, in her cunt, her slick pussy taking him all the way.

Oh, Jeez.

“Is this what you want, Bree?” he panted

“No,” she cried out, trying to turn but he wouldn’t let her. “Do me in the ass.”

“You can’t have it there,” he said, wrapping his arms around her, one of his hands cupping her pussy, dipping his finger into her valley until he found her pleasure knot, pressing it until it caused that odd mixture of pleasure-pain, working it, making her body come alive, despite it all.

“Damn it.”

He drew out only to ram her again, his arms holding her in place. No good. This wasn’t what she wanted.

But it felt good.

His fingers fondled her and it felt so good. He had her bent over, his cock ramming her again and again and again.

“Is this what you want?” he gasped.

She didn’t answer.

“Is it?” he asked, taking his hand away.

“Yes,” she finally answered, wishing she could move. She’d strangle him if her hands were free. “Yes.”

He gave it to her again, fucking her to the hilt and she threw her head back and took it—took it all. He found her G-spot. She gasped again.

“Trent.”

Yes, she thought, her pleasure building as he worked her. Damn it, he was going to make her come. No, wait—that was a good thing. She wanted to come. Had been afraid . . .

He fucked her even deeper. She cried out.

And that was it for her, that was all it took, one hard slide of his dick and she slipped over the edge, his big body holding her as she gave herself up to pleasure, each contraction more beautiful than the last, each wave of pleasure building on the other until she had nothing left to give. Nothing.

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