his hand, his fingers on her neck, pushing aside her ponytail. She
held her breath. Her shoulders were tense as she waited for his next move. She knew he wouldn’t
disappoint.
Trevor didn’t. His mouth landed at her nape, hot and wet and sucking on her skin. She sighed, and her
eyes slid closed as he continued his gentle assault, teeth nibbling, arms wrapping around her middle. His
hands splayed across her stomach, fingers spread wide, and she arched into his touch.
“I want to possess every inch of you,” he whispered hotly against her ear before he nipped it with his
teeth.
She shuddered, heaved a harsh breath as he licked her ear. “I’m no one’s possession.”
He chuckled, his tongue darting out to lick her lobe. “I could make you mine. And you’d enjoy every
minute of it.”
She didn’t doubt that for a second. Everything about him told her he knew exactly what he was doing.
That he would bring her insurmountable pleasure of the likes she’d never experienced before.
Anticipation curled through her, and she slid her hands over his arms, her fingers tracing the veins in
his strong forearms, the hairs that grew there tickling her palms. He felt solid, strong, and when his hands
manipulated at her sides, turning her to face him she went willingly.
He cupped her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks, drawing closer and closer to her mouth. She
stared up at him, enthralled by his expression. Heavy lidded, his lashes thick and dark, casting shadows
Tangled
across his skin—a face of seduction, of sin. A lock of dark brown hair flopped over his forehead, giving
him an almost boyish look, and she marveled at the contrasts.
Wicked and sweet. Dark and light.
Trevor studied her mouth, his lips parting and she turned her face up, ready for his kiss. His thumb
streaked across her lower lip, back and forth, catching on her skin and her tongue snuck out, licking at the
tip.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, sinking his thumb deeper into her mouth. “Suck it like you would
suck my cock.”
Her insides melted at his hot words, and she did as he asked, her lips wrapped tight around his thumb,
her tongue licking. She sucked him deep, her hand grabbing at his wrist so she could draw his thumb in and
out of her mouth. A groan escaped him as he kept his gaze locked on her face, her lips. The passion she saw
there was unmistakable.
It made her feel powerful, strong. For a man who wielded such control he gave it up to her just as
easily, letting her please him, drive him wild without further command. She liked being told what to do.
Something she hadn’t admitted to him, a fact she didn’t like to admit to anyone except for those who
figured it out.
And only a select few did that.
“Get on your knees.” He pulled his thumb from her mouth, his voice harsh, his breathing harsher.
Scarlett stared up at him, surprised by his request. “I thought…” She licked her lips, scrambling to get
her bearings. “I thought you were going to kiss me.”
“After that performance I want your mouth on my cock. Now.” He cupped her cheek once more,
fingers lingering before his hand slid to the top of her head and pushed. “Be a good girl, and I’ll give you
what you want.”
Willingly she went to her knees, her face in front of his groin. She reached out, her fingers drifting
down the front of his jeans, feeling the heat of his erection beneath the stretched tight denim. Her pussy
filled with fresh cream, dribbling down her thighs since her panties were shoved in her purse.
“Pull me out, sweetheart. Suck my cock.”
Her hands fell to the waistband of his jeans and went to work, yanking them down around his knees
with a few quick flicks of her wrists and pulls of her fingers. His black boxer briefs followed, and he
slipped out of his shoes then kicked his jeans and briefs off. Reaching behind his head, he tugged his shirt
off until he stood before her gloriously naked.
She settled
held her breath. Her shoulders were tense as she waited for his next move. She knew he wouldn’t
disappoint.
Trevor didn’t. His mouth landed at her nape, hot and wet and sucking on her skin. She sighed, and her
eyes slid closed as he continued his gentle assault, teeth nibbling, arms wrapping around her middle. His
hands splayed across her stomach, fingers spread wide, and she arched into his touch.
“I want to possess every inch of you,” he whispered hotly against her ear before he nipped it with his
teeth.
She shuddered, heaved a harsh breath as he licked her ear. “I’m no one’s possession.”
He chuckled, his tongue darting out to lick her lobe. “I could make you mine. And you’d enjoy every
minute of it.”
She didn’t doubt that for a second. Everything about him told her he knew exactly what he was doing.
That he would bring her insurmountable pleasure of the likes she’d never experienced before.
Anticipation curled through her, and she slid her hands over his arms, her fingers tracing the veins in
his strong forearms, the hairs that grew there tickling her palms. He felt solid, strong, and when his hands
manipulated at her sides, turning her to face him she went willingly.
He cupped her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks, drawing closer and closer to her mouth. She
stared up at him, enthralled by his expression. Heavy lidded, his lashes thick and dark, casting shadows
Tangled
across his skin—a face of seduction, of sin. A lock of dark brown hair flopped over his forehead, giving
him an almost boyish look, and she marveled at the contrasts.
Wicked and sweet. Dark and light.
Trevor studied her mouth, his lips parting and she turned her face up, ready for his kiss. His thumb
streaked across her lower lip, back and forth, catching on her skin and her tongue snuck out, licking at the
tip.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, sinking his thumb deeper into her mouth. “Suck it like you would
suck my cock.”
Her insides melted at his hot words, and she did as he asked, her lips wrapped tight around his thumb,
her tongue licking. She sucked him deep, her hand grabbing at his wrist so she could draw his thumb in and
out of her mouth. A groan escaped him as he kept his gaze locked on her face, her lips. The passion she saw
there was unmistakable.
It made her feel powerful, strong. For a man who wielded such control he gave it up to her just as
easily, letting her please him, drive him wild without further command. She liked being told what to do.
Something she hadn’t admitted to him, a fact she didn’t like to admit to anyone except for those who
figured it out.
And only a select few did that.
“Get on your knees.” He pulled his thumb from her mouth, his voice harsh, his breathing harsher.
Scarlett stared up at him, surprised by his request. “I thought…” She licked her lips, scrambling to get
her bearings. “I thought you were going to kiss me.”
“After that performance I want your mouth on my cock. Now.” He cupped her cheek once more,
fingers lingering before his hand slid to the top of her head and pushed. “Be a good girl, and I’ll give you
what you want.”
Willingly she went to her knees, her face in front of his groin. She reached out, her fingers drifting
down the front of his jeans, feeling the heat of his erection beneath the stretched tight denim. Her pussy
filled with fresh cream, dribbling down her thighs since her panties were shoved in her purse.
“Pull me out, sweetheart. Suck my cock.”
Her hands fell to the waistband of his jeans and went to work, yanking them down around his knees
with a few quick flicks of her wrists and pulls of her fingers. His black boxer briefs followed, and he
slipped out of his shoes then kicked his jeans and briefs off. Reaching behind his head, he tugged his shirt
off until he stood before her gloriously naked.
She settled
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