Page 43 of False Pretenses

“No.” Yes, get out of here while you still can.

She sat down in front of him, almost in his lap. The mere act had her robe rising higher, and the expanse of her creamy brown thighs watered his mouth and hardened his dick. He ran a hand over his face and reconsidered that second drink. “I’m not in the mood for talking, Alyssa.”

“Who said anything about talking?”

He checked her eyes, soft and inviting. She couldn’t mean to tempt him. She’d just been manhandled, threatened with…and then he knew. Her lying beneath him, his cock driven deep into her heat, that’s what it would take to get through the rest of this night, until the memories receded to where he’d buried them. The same went for her. She wanted to erase the touch of a man he never should have allowed into his home. He’d known Cullen hated him because of their confrontation five years ago after Monica died, but him showing up at the house pretending to be Piper’s boyfriend? That had taken him by surprise.

For a moment, he had believed it—until he saw his sister’s obvious misery. When she woke from her drunken slumber, he would confront her and find out the real problem. For now, Alyssa held all of his attention, and nothing could tear him from her side.

“Come here.” He held out his hand and waited. She touched fingertips to his palm, sending arrows of need coursing through his body. Soon enough he’d place her beneath him and lose himself inside her sweetness.

He leaned back on the couch, and she knelt between his legs. Her breasts strained against the thin material of her silk robe, the nipples pronounced. No way she wore a nightie, which added fire to his desire.

“Open it. Let me see.”

She reared back a little and did his bidding. First the smooth shoulders came into view, provoking a memory of him kissing there and nibbling at her neck. Then those luscious breasts popped free of the material, and he swore. Damn, those nipples were big, and the areolas so dark, he craved to lick and suck until she pleaded for him to take her. His hands itched to get a touch, but he held off.

“More.”

She unbelted the robe and let the filmy garment fall to the couch. A tiny waist, curvy hips, and a pussy shaved for his pleasure. Fuck yes!

“Spread your legs, baby. Touch it. Let me see if you’re wet.”

Again, she obeyed, and first ran a widespread hand over her belly, down across her navel, and lower to her heat.

She used the first and second finger to tease her clit and arched her back at the same time. The moan she uttered made him grit his teeth to stay where he was and not yank her to him. He liked her playing with herself for him.

“Inside,” he commanded, and she pushed her fingers between her folds. He took it all in, watching as the digits disappeared, then slid out wet with her cream. Again, she pressed in, but he stopped her and pulled her hand away from her body. He raised it to suck on her fingers, enjoying the taste of her essence. She hissed and moaned his name. That did it. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He tugged, and she fell onto his chest. Holding her head at the angle he wanted, he devoured her mouth and thrust his tongue between her lips. A swift movement had her on her back and him above her, wedged pelvis to pelvis. His cock swelled all the more when he kneed her legs apart and planted himself between them.

With fingers knotted in her hair, he kissed along her neck down to her chest. He explored lower to the beginning swell of one breast, but paused so he could enjoy the softness, the feel of the taut nipple on his cheek. Sliding a hand along her side, he leaned up to take his fill with the sight of her. So much smaller than he, Alyssa incited protectiveness, and yet, he was also the monster she needed to watch out for. He wanted to consume her, to take all she had to offer—and more.

When he could stand it no longer, he licked her nipple and felt her shiver. Sucking it between his lips, he moaned, knowing the vibrations would drive her crazy. She squirmed and clutched at his shoulders.

“Tell me you want more.”

“M-More, Nathan. I want you inside me.”

“Oh, you’ll get my cock, my love, but not yet. Right now, I’m going to eat your pussy. Tell me how you feel about that.”

She whined and raised her hips. He laid a forearm on her thigh to hold her down.

“Tell me, or you won’t get it.”

“I want it. Eat my pussy, Nathan.”

Explosive desire knocked him off-balance. She hadn’t spoken dirty to him in their previous sexual encounters. Not because he’d stopped her, but he hadn’t provoked it. “Yes! I like you talking dirty, baby. Say it again. Tell me what else you want.”

“Eat my pussy, and I want you to fuck me. Nathan, I want your cock inside me as deep as it goes, and I want you to fuck me hard, really hard, until I can’t stand the stimulation.”

His cock twitched so much he thought he’d come. He leaned down and sucked on her other nipple and let it pop from his mouth. Her thigh muscles quivered. “You’re a very good girl. For that, I’m going to have to give you a special present.”

He slid lower and raised her legs. She stuffed the back of her hand to her mouth, and he knew it was to head off the coming scream. One lave at her nether lips had her keening. He took his time, first gathering the cream streaming from her sex and then working his tongue higher until he met her clit. She arched her back and cried out his name when he took the tiny bud into his mouth and gave it a little suck. When he let go, she protested, but he had to get his fill looking at her. Such dark chocolate, wet from his mouth and her juices. He stroked it from top to bottom and then sucked his own fingers so he could delve inside without hurting her. She whimpered and squirmed, but he pushed deeper. Her warmth surrounded him, and he remembered the feel cocooning his cock, milking it for his own juices.

He let his head fall forward on her thigh, and he shut his eyes. A deep breath took in the scent of her essence. Alyssa didn’t know it, but she had full control of him. He’d give her whatever she wanted. How had he come to this place, wanting—no needing—a woman the way he did her. Thoughts of her consumed him, and to imagine letting her go once they were back in New York brought devastation and rage.

Calm down, Nathan. To have a woman such as her, no, that didn’t bear fantasizing on. Just enjoy it for the time it lasts.

He patted her pussy, giving it a light smack. She moaned and raised her hips. He pushed them back down and spanked her sweetness again. The slight sting seemed to take her to the edge. She would not last much longer. He leaned in and drew in her intoxicating aroma once more and then delved his tongue between her folds. With greedy hunger, he slid his tongue up her channel and pushed his nose against her clit. While he ate, he teased her bud, turning his head back and forth in tiny movements. She began fighting him, trying to raise her hips, tugging at his hair. A cry of pleasure left her throat, and then the quivering started and didn’t stop. Her thighs trapped his head between them. He didn’t let up but reached beneath her to cup her ass cheeks. Driving her tighter to his mouth, he ate and ate. Then it came—her raging orgasm, tearing through her, forcing control from her grip. He raised one of her thighs and kept laving that clit until she begged for mercy. Only then did he sit up and stare into her flushed face with satisfaction.

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