sweetheart.” Fuck, it was hard to
think with my dick nestled nice and snug between her legs. “If I
wanted to fuck you, I would.”
“You said you don’t rape women—”
“I don’t. When the time comes you’ll want it
as much as I do, I’ll make fucking sure of that.” I watched her
mouth tighten, which I took as a challenge to do something about. I
leaned in closer and ran my tongue over the tight seam, tasting her
angry defiance. “Loosen up, sweetheart. It won’t be that bad.”
Her lips parted on a gasp, and I slipped my
tongue inside her warm mouth. She bit down on my tongue sharply,
sending a current of quick lightning straight down to my aching
dick. I jerked back, and glared down into her eyes for a second.
She wanted to play rough? I took her bottom lip between my teeth
and tugged on it, ignoring her whimper of pain. Then, because she
tasted so warm and sweet, I ground my mouth down on hers.
Fucking hell, I wanted more, and Rachel did,
too, because after her initial stiffening she softened beneath me
and began to kiss me back. I knew I could easily persuade her into
letting me fuck her. I wasn’t vain, but I knew how to please a
woman in bed, and something told me that she was fighting herself
more than she was fighting me.
I ground my dick into the crevice between her
fucking thighs. Her responding moans just revved my engine to full
throttle. If we had time I’d strip her bare and make her scream my
name. I pulled back reluctantly.
“You’re a fake, sweetheart,” I whispered
against her swollen mouth. “I could have you naked and riding my
cock in a fucking minute.” She began to shake her head, causing me
to smile against her lips. “Yes.”
“No.” Her tone was low and weak.
I laughed out loud. She could say no all she
wanted, but her soft, welcoming body was screaming yes. For now,
though, I wouldn’t force the issue. I’d let her have her small
victory until a better time presented itself. I didn’t want to rush
our first time, as thoughts of licking, kissing and nibbling every
fucking square inch of her luscious body was worth the wait.
Besides, the club’s needs came before my
needs. It always had, and always would.
I pulled back far enough to meet her eyes,
which looked cloudy with arousal. “Time to go, sweetheart, you’re
going to be working behind the bar. What you don’t know Ty will
teach you.” I pushed myself away from her body, and got to my feet.
She took my hand and let me pull her off the bed.
“Is that what I’ll be doing while I’m
here?”
“Among other things,” I replied, noticing the
slight trembling of her bottom lip, which was still swollen from my
nibbling. “You’ll do what needs to be done. Right now Ty needs help
behind the bar.” I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You
ready?”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tory Richards often describes herself as a
grandma who likes to read and write smut. Known for her hot erotic
romances, she’s also penned erotic paranormals, and contemporary
suspense romance. Writing is a hobby for Tory. It thrills her to be
able to share her stories, and she loves seeing her characters come
to life with each new book cover. Though published with a few epubs
like Ellora’s Cave and Liquid Silver Books, she also self-publishes
her stories on Smashwords.
Tory began writing short stories on notebook
paper when she was only ten. At thirteen she received her first
manual typewriter, a few years later an electric one, and not until
she was forty-five did she get her first computer. For many years
writing was a secret hobby as well as therapy for Tory. She didn’t
submit to a publisher until her daughter and niece encouraged her
to pursue her dreams.
Originally from Maine, Tory has spent most of
her life in Florida. She’s retired from Disney and spends her time
between family, friends and writing. Besides writing her likes
include: spoiling her grandchildren, any kind of sandwich, sweet
iced
think with my dick nestled nice and snug between her legs. “If I
wanted to fuck you, I would.”
“You said you don’t rape women—”
“I don’t. When the time comes you’ll want it
as much as I do, I’ll make fucking sure of that.” I watched her
mouth tighten, which I took as a challenge to do something about. I
leaned in closer and ran my tongue over the tight seam, tasting her
angry defiance. “Loosen up, sweetheart. It won’t be that bad.”
Her lips parted on a gasp, and I slipped my
tongue inside her warm mouth. She bit down on my tongue sharply,
sending a current of quick lightning straight down to my aching
dick. I jerked back, and glared down into her eyes for a second.
She wanted to play rough? I took her bottom lip between my teeth
and tugged on it, ignoring her whimper of pain. Then, because she
tasted so warm and sweet, I ground my mouth down on hers.
Fucking hell, I wanted more, and Rachel did,
too, because after her initial stiffening she softened beneath me
and began to kiss me back. I knew I could easily persuade her into
letting me fuck her. I wasn’t vain, but I knew how to please a
woman in bed, and something told me that she was fighting herself
more than she was fighting me.
I ground my dick into the crevice between her
fucking thighs. Her responding moans just revved my engine to full
throttle. If we had time I’d strip her bare and make her scream my
name. I pulled back reluctantly.
“You’re a fake, sweetheart,” I whispered
against her swollen mouth. “I could have you naked and riding my
cock in a fucking minute.” She began to shake her head, causing me
to smile against her lips. “Yes.”
“No.” Her tone was low and weak.
I laughed out loud. She could say no all she
wanted, but her soft, welcoming body was screaming yes. For now,
though, I wouldn’t force the issue. I’d let her have her small
victory until a better time presented itself. I didn’t want to rush
our first time, as thoughts of licking, kissing and nibbling every
fucking square inch of her luscious body was worth the wait.
Besides, the club’s needs came before my
needs. It always had, and always would.
I pulled back far enough to meet her eyes,
which looked cloudy with arousal. “Time to go, sweetheart, you’re
going to be working behind the bar. What you don’t know Ty will
teach you.” I pushed myself away from her body, and got to my feet.
She took my hand and let me pull her off the bed.
“Is that what I’ll be doing while I’m
here?”
“Among other things,” I replied, noticing the
slight trembling of her bottom lip, which was still swollen from my
nibbling. “You’ll do what needs to be done. Right now Ty needs help
behind the bar.” I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You
ready?”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tory Richards often describes herself as a
grandma who likes to read and write smut. Known for her hot erotic
romances, she’s also penned erotic paranormals, and contemporary
suspense romance. Writing is a hobby for Tory. It thrills her to be
able to share her stories, and she loves seeing her characters come
to life with each new book cover. Though published with a few epubs
like Ellora’s Cave and Liquid Silver Books, she also self-publishes
her stories on Smashwords.
Tory began writing short stories on notebook
paper when she was only ten. At thirteen she received her first
manual typewriter, a few years later an electric one, and not until
she was forty-five did she get her first computer. For many years
writing was a secret hobby as well as therapy for Tory. She didn’t
submit to a publisher until her daughter and niece encouraged her
to pursue her dreams.
Originally from Maine, Tory has spent most of
her life in Florida. She’s retired from Disney and spends her time
between family, friends and writing. Besides writing her likes
include: spoiling her grandchildren, any kind of sandwich, sweet
iced
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