stubble, his voice hoarser as he came toward her. “Are they sore?”
Her pulse roared at the sight of the big bulge pressed against his pants. She might ask the same question about his balls. She held her question back and tore her attention from his pants to find his smoldering gaze drifting to her shaven pussy. She creamed wonderfully.
Irritated at her reaction, she forced anger into her voice. “When are you letting me go?”
“When I’m finished with you,” he replied. Softness splashed into his eyes. Once again he was looking at her as he’d done in the past. Tenderly. Hungrily. She swallowed at the sound of his zipper lowering.
“Would you like a little relief?” he asked her.
Her heart hammered as his hand slid inside his pants.
“First you have to bring me relief.” His last two words slurred.
“You’re drunk.”
“As a skunk,” he laughed.
Her eyes drifted to his pants, to that luscious cock he slid out and held in his hand. She frowned at the sight of the fresh scratch marks etched along his swollen balls and hard shaft.
Bastard.
“You’ve been with Cheri.”
“You jealous?”
She didn’t answer, but she could now smell the other woman’s perfume wafting through the air. The sweet scent sickened her. Infuriated her.
“How do you know I’ve been with Cheri? Her obvious fetish for scratching a man’s balls isn’t something she’d tell just anyone.”
She could barely manage a glare at him despite the overwhelming urge to answer his question.
“Would it help if I told you nothing happened?”
“I’m sure those scratches are a figment of my imagination? That’s how she brands her next man. She wants you, Colter. You won’t have a choice in the matter. She always gets what she wants. Don’t think for a minute sleeping with her will give you a better chance at obtaining that X-virus cure.”
“I have no interest in bedding that woman. But I do have an interest in your hot, little mouth relieving the pain she’s inflicted. If you remember, I’m not into pain, but I can exact it on someone who is, if she really wants it.”
Her tummy clenched wickedly at his words. A side effect of the X-virus C mutation was a heightened enjoyment of the sexual things a woman enjoyed when she was 39
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normal. When she’d been uninfected, she’d enjoyed a little pain with her sex. Now she craved a lot of pain with her pleasure.
But to be turned on by a man who’d stolen her heart, abandoned her and was now treating her like shit. It just wasn’t normal. Thankfully the fog of submissiveness was lifting again. There was still time to get him to do her bidding. Bastard!
“Undo my cuffs.”
He shook his head. “I want you on your hands and knees, Ash. You, as my pleasure slave. Your luscious mouth sucking my cock. Just like old times. Then we’ll talk.”
She couldn’t stop herself from licking her lips. She wanted to taste him. Wanted to remember the silky hardness of his cock in her mouth. To feel the masculine power of his heated length sliding into her throat.
But she needed to stick to her principles. Giving into Colter Outlaw would enslave her heart again, and the last thing she needed right then was another complication in her life.
Damn Colter Outlaw for thinking he could just pick up where they’d left off without so much as an explanation as to why he’d never taken her away from the general as he’d promised.
His gorgeous cock loomed closer. The bright red lashes of another woman’s claw marks looked angry and raw as they mingled with the pulsing web of blue veins. His shaft needed to be comforted. Soothed by a woman’s tender mouth. Her mouth.
“I’m waiting, Starry Eyes,” he said impatiently, his fingers stroking the massive length.
Oh…heavens. She could barely form a coherent thought anymore. Right then all she wanted…no, all she needed was to taste him. To feel his engorged cock in her mouth, sliding down her throat. Needed to remind him
Her pulse roared at the sight of the big bulge pressed against his pants. She might ask the same question about his balls. She held her question back and tore her attention from his pants to find his smoldering gaze drifting to her shaven pussy. She creamed wonderfully.
Irritated at her reaction, she forced anger into her voice. “When are you letting me go?”
“When I’m finished with you,” he replied. Softness splashed into his eyes. Once again he was looking at her as he’d done in the past. Tenderly. Hungrily. She swallowed at the sound of his zipper lowering.
“Would you like a little relief?” he asked her.
Her heart hammered as his hand slid inside his pants.
“First you have to bring me relief.” His last two words slurred.
“You’re drunk.”
“As a skunk,” he laughed.
Her eyes drifted to his pants, to that luscious cock he slid out and held in his hand. She frowned at the sight of the fresh scratch marks etched along his swollen balls and hard shaft.
Bastard.
“You’ve been with Cheri.”
“You jealous?”
She didn’t answer, but she could now smell the other woman’s perfume wafting through the air. The sweet scent sickened her. Infuriated her.
“How do you know I’ve been with Cheri? Her obvious fetish for scratching a man’s balls isn’t something she’d tell just anyone.”
She could barely manage a glare at him despite the overwhelming urge to answer his question.
“Would it help if I told you nothing happened?”
“I’m sure those scratches are a figment of my imagination? That’s how she brands her next man. She wants you, Colter. You won’t have a choice in the matter. She always gets what she wants. Don’t think for a minute sleeping with her will give you a better chance at obtaining that X-virus cure.”
“I have no interest in bedding that woman. But I do have an interest in your hot, little mouth relieving the pain she’s inflicted. If you remember, I’m not into pain, but I can exact it on someone who is, if she really wants it.”
Her tummy clenched wickedly at his words. A side effect of the X-virus C mutation was a heightened enjoyment of the sexual things a woman enjoyed when she was 39
Jan Springer
normal. When she’d been uninfected, she’d enjoyed a little pain with her sex. Now she craved a lot of pain with her pleasure.
But to be turned on by a man who’d stolen her heart, abandoned her and was now treating her like shit. It just wasn’t normal. Thankfully the fog of submissiveness was lifting again. There was still time to get him to do her bidding. Bastard!
“Undo my cuffs.”
He shook his head. “I want you on your hands and knees, Ash. You, as my pleasure slave. Your luscious mouth sucking my cock. Just like old times. Then we’ll talk.”
She couldn’t stop herself from licking her lips. She wanted to taste him. Wanted to remember the silky hardness of his cock in her mouth. To feel the masculine power of his heated length sliding into her throat.
But she needed to stick to her principles. Giving into Colter Outlaw would enslave her heart again, and the last thing she needed right then was another complication in her life.
Damn Colter Outlaw for thinking he could just pick up where they’d left off without so much as an explanation as to why he’d never taken her away from the general as he’d promised.
His gorgeous cock loomed closer. The bright red lashes of another woman’s claw marks looked angry and raw as they mingled with the pulsing web of blue veins. His shaft needed to be comforted. Soothed by a woman’s tender mouth. Her mouth.
“I’m waiting, Starry Eyes,” he said impatiently, his fingers stroking the massive length.
Oh…heavens. She could barely form a coherent thought anymore. Right then all she wanted…no, all she needed was to taste him. To feel his engorged cock in her mouth, sliding down her throat. Needed to remind him
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