She didn't want to
beg, but she needed this. She needed him .
"I need you," she said, her voice trembling with arousal, and maybe a little a bit of anger. She really hadn't wanted to beg. "I need to feel you inside me."
He smiled slowly, his lips lifting and eyes gleaming as he tugged her back
onto his lap. Her hands went immediately around his neck as they kissed.
His tongue met hers with such agility that her sex clenched and she ground
down on the hardness beneath her.
She wasn't sure exactly what Karl wanted, but submissive she wasn't. Not if
it meant being passive. Her hands went everywhere, over his shoulders,
down his back, up his chest. She pulled his shirt off and froze. Awe and
desire blended as she took in the sight before her. She'd known he had a
tattoo; she'd seen the tip of it. But now she saw it all, and it made her sex
clench.
Covering the top of one side of his chest was a big black tribal mark with
wicked-looking slashes that curled over his collarbone, up his neck, and over
his shoulder. A small patch of downy hair was in the middle of his
well-muscled chest, and shiny gold hoops speared through both of his
nipples.
Saliva pooled in her mouth, and Lara reached out and nudged one of the
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hoops, making the light glint off of it. A cross between a sigh and a gasp
came from Karl, and her body responded. The primal lust he had inspired
returned full force, and she pushed him back on the bed, stretching out on
top of him. Her tongue came out, and she licked his neck and nipped at his
earlobe while her fingers toyed with his flat male nipples and the jewerly that
adorned them. His muscles danced beneath her hands, and she couldn't get
enough.
Wiggling down his body, she circled one nipple with her tongue and reached
into his pants to free his hard cock. It throbbed in her hand, and she
squeezed it gently. The perfect size, long and thick, thick and hot . Wetness
eased from the head and coated her hand as she stroked him.
"Tighter," he urged her, one of his hands covering hers and showing her how he liked it. "You won't break me, darlin'."
Eagerness swam through her veins, blending with the heat and need there.
All thought fled, making her a purely sexual creature. Soon she had the
stroke just right, and his hands slid to her back. One moved up and down in a
full-body stroke from tip to tail, sure fingers dipped between her cheeks and
then skimmed up her spine. The other hand slid under her hair to cup her
head as she worked back and forth between his nipples.
She tongued the little gold hoops, gripping them between her teeth and
tugging until he groaned and his hips arched into her.
Need overtook sanity as she arched her back and slid his cock between the
folds of her sex. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she balanced her
weight, her nipples rubbing against his as she rocked her hips and felt the
hard length of him slip and slide through her wetness.
She rested her forehead against his, eyes locked and breathing his air. Her
pussy clenched and she hungered to be filled by him, but the slow and oh so
sensual feel of his cock rubbing up and down her slit, nudging her clit with
each pass, then nudging her entrance, then her clit…Oh God, she was going
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to come!
"No," Karl commanded softly, his hand in her hair and on her butt tightening, making her freeze.
"Huh?"
"You can't come until I say," he said.
A surprised whimper echoed through the room, and she bit her lip, begging
him with her eyes.
He shifted his hips and his cock nudged her clit again. "I need to know how
safe you've been."
"Huh?" Pleasure shot through her and she shuddered, her need overriding
everything else she felt. She could feel his pulse throbbing in his cock, right
against her core.
"How safe sexually. When's the last time you were tested, are you taking
birth control?"
"Yes," she panted. Her hips rocked and his grip on her hair
beg, but she needed this. She needed him .
"I need you," she said, her voice trembling with arousal, and maybe a little a bit of anger. She really hadn't wanted to beg. "I need to feel you inside me."
He smiled slowly, his lips lifting and eyes gleaming as he tugged her back
onto his lap. Her hands went immediately around his neck as they kissed.
His tongue met hers with such agility that her sex clenched and she ground
down on the hardness beneath her.
She wasn't sure exactly what Karl wanted, but submissive she wasn't. Not if
it meant being passive. Her hands went everywhere, over his shoulders,
down his back, up his chest. She pulled his shirt off and froze. Awe and
desire blended as she took in the sight before her. She'd known he had a
tattoo; she'd seen the tip of it. But now she saw it all, and it made her sex
clench.
Covering the top of one side of his chest was a big black tribal mark with
wicked-looking slashes that curled over his collarbone, up his neck, and over
his shoulder. A small patch of downy hair was in the middle of his
well-muscled chest, and shiny gold hoops speared through both of his
nipples.
Saliva pooled in her mouth, and Lara reached out and nudged one of the
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hoops, making the light glint off of it. A cross between a sigh and a gasp
came from Karl, and her body responded. The primal lust he had inspired
returned full force, and she pushed him back on the bed, stretching out on
top of him. Her tongue came out, and she licked his neck and nipped at his
earlobe while her fingers toyed with his flat male nipples and the jewerly that
adorned them. His muscles danced beneath her hands, and she couldn't get
enough.
Wiggling down his body, she circled one nipple with her tongue and reached
into his pants to free his hard cock. It throbbed in her hand, and she
squeezed it gently. The perfect size, long and thick, thick and hot . Wetness
eased from the head and coated her hand as she stroked him.
"Tighter," he urged her, one of his hands covering hers and showing her how he liked it. "You won't break me, darlin'."
Eagerness swam through her veins, blending with the heat and need there.
All thought fled, making her a purely sexual creature. Soon she had the
stroke just right, and his hands slid to her back. One moved up and down in a
full-body stroke from tip to tail, sure fingers dipped between her cheeks and
then skimmed up her spine. The other hand slid under her hair to cup her
head as she worked back and forth between his nipples.
She tongued the little gold hoops, gripping them between her teeth and
tugging until he groaned and his hips arched into her.
Need overtook sanity as she arched her back and slid his cock between the
folds of her sex. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she balanced her
weight, her nipples rubbing against his as she rocked her hips and felt the
hard length of him slip and slide through her wetness.
She rested her forehead against his, eyes locked and breathing his air. Her
pussy clenched and she hungered to be filled by him, but the slow and oh so
sensual feel of his cock rubbing up and down her slit, nudging her clit with
each pass, then nudging her entrance, then her clit…Oh God, she was going
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to come!
"No," Karl commanded softly, his hand in her hair and on her butt tightening, making her freeze.
"Huh?"
"You can't come until I say," he said.
A surprised whimper echoed through the room, and she bit her lip, begging
him with her eyes.
He shifted his hips and his cock nudged her clit again. "I need to know how
safe you've been."
"Huh?" Pleasure shot through her and she shuddered, her need overriding
everything else she felt. She could feel his pulse throbbing in his cock, right
against her core.
"How safe sexually. When's the last time you were tested, are you taking
birth control?"
"Yes," she panted. Her hips rocked and his grip on her hair
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