Page 96 of Hidden Agendas (Tempting SEALs 4)

He would have preferred to feel her without the protection of the condom, but it wasn’t a risk he could take again. Not yet. God help him, he couldn’t take her to that party with the risk that she could have conceived his child.

“Enough, Emily,” he groaned as he felt the cum bubbling in his balls. The sac was so tight, drawn so close to his body that he was in agony.

Pulling back, he eased from her grip, his back teeth hurting with the need to fuck. To take her. Possess her. To mark as his forever.

Instead, his lips caught hers as he moved over her, pressing her to the bed and filling his senses with the scent of feminine arousal and the sound of muted whimpers echoing in her throat.

His sweet little fox.

His hands caressed her arms, gripping her wrists to pull them above her head as he plundered her lips with a hunger that would have shocked him at any other time.

 

; He wasn’t taking her gently, but he needed to. He wanted to. The hunger was rising inside him like a storm gone wild, pummeling at his control as he fought to touch and to taste as much of her as possible.

“Kell—” The soft, needy cry that fell from her lips as he moved to taste the sensitive flesh of her neck had a shudder racing through him.

She was slightly damp with the heat raging inside her, and he could taste the sweet perfection of her in the curve of her neck, over her collarbone.

Sweet, swollen breasts rose sharply, her nipples tight and flushed with the need to be touched. To be tasted.

With a hungry groan he filled his mouth with one tight bud, his tongue curling around it as he cupped the flushed mound with his hand.

Each lash of his tongue had her jerking against him, pushing her nipple deeper into his mouth as she arched against him. Her thigh rubbed against his swollen cock, pulling a groan from his chest as he moved from one nipple to the next. Her response to his hungry suckling whipped through him.

If he didn’t touch more of her, taste more of her, then he was going to go insane from the need. Control? He scoffed at the thought of it as his lips moved down her torso with hungry kisses and quick flicks of his tongue. Each caress whipped through her, jerking her against him, assuring him of her pleasure.

“I need to taste.” He nipped at the smooth skin of her hip. “To bury my mouth in your pussy and grow drunk from the taste. You’re like the smoothest whiskey, sweet and hot and so damned potent you steal my mind.”

He spread her thighs, moving quickly between them as he gazed up at her, filled his senses with the sight of her, arms outstretched on the bed, her fingers clenching into the blankets as her head tipped back in pleasure.

He ran his fingers through the wet slit and she moaned and arched. He opened the fragile folds slowly, the soft inner flesh glistening with its layer of syrup, and a ragged plea tore from her throat.

When his head lowered and he drew in the first taste of her, Kell let the hunger have him. He licked around her clit as his hands wrapped beneath her thighs and lifted them, pushing them close to her chest and tilting the flushed, soaked flesh closer to his mouth. Holding her thighs steady he parted them further, his gaze held by the folds opening, revealing the delicate entrance to the mysterious flesh beyond.

It was a mystery his tongue was determined to solve. The first thrust had her taste exploding through his senses. Sweet, stormy, tinted with the taste of honey and fire, and as intoxicating as any moonshine he had ever consumed as a young man.

She drugged his senses. She rocked his mind. And she owned his soul.

He fucked her with his tongue, feeling the tight grip of her pussy as she tried to arch closer, the feel of her fingers plunging into his hair as he thrust his tongue deep inside her.

Rapid, furious thrusts had her body writhing beneath his hold and her juices flowing to his tongue with an abundance that had him groaning in sheer ecstasy.

Delicate tissue clenched around his tongue with a ferocity that had his dick jerking, demanding ease. Sweat poured from his body, dampened hers, and filled the air with steamy hunger as he quickly lifted his head and moved over her.

He had pushed as far as he dared. Reaching out to the bedside table, he jerked a condom from the drawer, quickly sheathed the raging flesh of his cock, and in one smooth stroke buried himself inside her.

Heat. God, so hot and tight. His balls flexed as they pressed against her wet flesh and his cock flexed in primal warning as the tight grip of her pussy sent his senses into sensory overload.

He couldn’t hold back. Straining with the effort to bring her to release before he found his own, Kell began to move with tempered speed. Easy strokes. Containing the agonizing need to give in to the release straining through his body.

Beneath him, Emily was jerking, arching, fighting the hold he had on her thighs as her hands moved to his shoulders, the little nails biting into his flesh as he pumped his cock inside her.

She was tightening on him. Her voice filled with consuming lust as he felt her flesh ripple around him, clenching, spasming, before a keening cry left her lips and she exploded around him.

“Fuck, yes. Come for me,” he groaned. “So tight. So hot. Sweet baby, I’m going to fuck you until we’re both dying from it.”

Her release shredded the last of his control. His hips hammered into hers, thrusting his cock inside her with rapid, jackhammer strokes that parted the spasming flesh that fought to hold him inside her.

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