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With loud grunts, he bucked and jerked as she accepted all of his semen into her mouth. He waited for her to show some type of revulsion, but she merely closed her lips, her eyes fluttered closed and she swallowed.

  Trembling with the aftereffects of his release, he groaned in recovery, and she flicked that now-clean tongue along his cock head. He gasped, overtaken from the sensitivity and nearly moved away, but her hold on his thighs stopped him.

  After she thoroughly cleaned him, she wiped the corners of her lips, drew the tip of her finger into her mouth and sucked. There, on her knees, was a woman who had just blindsided him.

  He had never enjoyed not being in control because most women couldn’t deliver if they held the reins. Brooke could. Lowering back, she settled on her legs, smiling up at him. Consumed with sheer admiration for her, he leaned down and sealed his mouth over hers—a hard kiss to show his approval. Her lips followed his as he danced his tongue with hers and her sweet little moans encouraged him.

  After a nibble on her bottom lip, he backed away and ran his knuckles over her cheek. “Mission accomplished.” At the tilt of her head, he added, “You proved yourself worthy.”

  Her sassy grin returned. “All in a day’s work, Mr. Marshall.”

  Chapter Three

  The sight of Brooke’s bare ass surrounded by a black lace garter was enough to make Evan’s spent cock jerk. Her high heels clicked against the marble floor as she strode down the long hallway with white wainscoting and he stayed purposely behind her to admire that sexy bottom. Christ, she looked spectacular in a skirt, but wrapped in lingerie, he’d never seen anything hotter.

  Glancing over her shoulder, she winked at him. “Enjoying the view?”

  “Immensely,” he replied with no shame.

  She chuckled softly. “Glad you think so, Mr. Marshall.” Looking back in front of her, she continued with that fluid stride, making her look as though she were a tigress on a hunt. As she rounded a corner, she disappeared from sight and Evan quickened his steps to find her.

  Once he passed the bend in the hallway, he noticed a bedroom door to his right. When he entered, he spotted a large king-size bed against the far wall with a steel headboard and solid cherrywood furniture that decorated the space.

  After a quick glance around, Brooke was nowhere to be found. Then he heard the shower turn on. He smiled, pleased she’d thought of it, since he was drenched in sweat and needed a rinse off.

  He strode through the huge bedroom, tossed his clothes onto a chair in the corner and he entered the bathroom. In front of him was a two-person shower and the rest of the space resembled the other parts of the house—lavish and modern.

  However, the who in the shower interested him more than the fancy house. Brooke, now nude, her lingerie and high heels resting on the side of her soaker tub, stood under the showerhead. She’d pulled her hair up in a bun on top of her head and her body glistened with the water.

  Instead of standing there like some idiot and salivating over the woman, he approached the shower, opened the door and stepped in. At his appearance, she turned around. His gaze traveled the length of her, stopping at the water trailing off her nipples and he grunted.

  “Come here,” she murmured.

  He closed the distance between them and she pushed him under the showerhead. The warm water rushed down his neck and over his back while she closed in behind him. Her breasts squished against him and if his dick wasn’t dead at the moment, it would’ve been rock-hard.

  Wrapping her hands around his middle, she spread the water over his chest and stomach. He raised his hands to his head and gave his scalp a scrub to rinse the sweat away.

  When he lowered his hands, she backed away, and he glanced over his shoulder to see her fetching the bottle of soap from the ledge. She squirted a few pumps into her hand, placed it down closer to them then lathered the soap in her palms.

  To his shock, the woman started at his neck, running her hands over his back, then went to his ass, where she circled his buttocks, giving a slight squeeze. She then made her way up to his shoulders, where she massaged them.

  Now he groaned for a different reason than arousal. Her gentle touch eased his muscles and relaxation settled into his core. He gave a long exhale, shutting his eyes while her talented hands worked the stress out of his body.

  After giving his shoulders a good rub, she proceeded down his back, kneading at each of his muscles until no part of him held tension. The hot water at his front was pleasant and the mountain-fresh soap provided a rich aroma that only added to his tranquil state.

  “Turn around,” she whispered.

  He obliged her, spinning so the water washed away the soap she’d bathed him in and she added more soap to her hands. Then she spread it over his chest in circular movements. Her gaze remained heated, which surprised him. Two orgasms should’ve satisfied the woman, or so he thought. He had one and that could’ve kept him happy for a month after that experience.

  “I love all this fur on your chest. Very manly.” She skimmed over his nipples and he’d never thought himself sensitive that way, but when she touched him, it was as if his body awakened. Her hands caressed up his forearms to his biceps. “Your hard muscles are so sexy.”

  He might think she worshipped him to appease him, but the simmer in her expression declared she meant what she said. Besides, he liked her worshipping him.

  Her soapy hands traveled down his stomach, and his muscles clenched under her touch as she continued south. She reached over, added more soap to her hands and grinned at him. “Leave the best part for last, wouldn’t you say?”

  He swallowed hard at the alluring nature of her voice. More so when she ran that soap over his dick and carried on under his balls to the soft, sensitive area behind. With her fingernail, she traced a path from front to back and his knees buckled. He’d always been a come once and go to sleep type of man, but this woman wouldn’t stand for it. By all appearances, she knew exactly how to make sure she roused him again.

  With her nail tracing under his balls, she gathered his testicles, bringing them up to rest against the base of his semi-hard cock. “Hmm…needs more soap, I think. You’re still all dirty, aren’t you, Evan?” The wicked glint in her eye declared she liked that idea.

  After adding more soap to her hand, she grasped his semi-erection and stroked him. In less than three rubs, he stood at full attention, his mind filling with images of taking her against the shower wall.

  “There we go,” she purred. “All hard for me.” She raised her hand to his chest, where she gave him a push.

  The water instantly engulfed him, washing away the soap. He leaned his head back, allowing the wetness to spread over his face and run down his torso to land on his cock. Damn, that felt good.

  Without thought and in total need, he wrapped his hand around himself and gave a few strokes as the water added a delicious lubricant. Then a clicking sound interrupted him and drew him out of his pleasure.

  He now stood in the shower alone.

  Incorrigible woman.

  Chuckling, he turned off the water, ran his hand over his hair to remove the excess water and exited the shower. He grabbed a towel that rested on the edge of the bathtub and dried off quickly.

  After dropping the towel on the floor, he went to find the smart woman. She always kept him guessing, chasing after her and didn’t let him plan anything because she was already a step ahead of him.

  When he entered the bedroom, he found her standing by the bed, which was stripped of the blankets. They now rested in a heap on the floor with the pillows, and all that remained was a black satin sheet.

  His gaze lifted back to hers and she had his navy blue-striped tie in his hands, twirling it within her fingers. “Ready for more?”

  “Always,” he stated.

  She released the tie from her fingers, wagging it in front of her, wearing nothing less than a smile to make a man want to beg at her feet. “Wanna play?”

  He looked at her hands again then b
ack up into her playful gaze. “With the tie?”

  “Mm-hm.”

  It crossed his mind to tie her up instead, but the thought died. Giving her that little bit of control had proved to be worth his while and he wasn’t stupid. If this woman wanted to worship him for a time, he’d allow it. Besides, he’d never been tied up before and the images playing in his head were enough to force his compliance.

  For now, he’d play along. “Where do you want me?”

  “On the bed.” The tie was now draped around her neck, dangling between her tits, and she’d removed the elastic from her hair, making her dark hair a stunning contrast to her creamy skin. “Grab the headboard with your hands.”

  After he settled on the mattress, he grasped the cool metal-bar headboard, the back of his hands resting on the bar below. Brooke joined him by placing one knee onto the bed then crawled toward him as though she were a sexy kitten. Once over top of him, she pulled his wrists closer together then wrapped his hands skillfully in his tie. After she fastened a knot, he tested the restraint and gave a yank, but she’d locked him up good. He wouldn’t get out of that hold and that excited him more than he thought it would.

  Sliding her leg over his middle, she straddled him and her pussy pressed onto his stomach. He wondered if the dampness was from her shower. But after she ground herself against him, he realized her moisture was pure arousal in its wonderfully silky form.

  With those hips swaying back and forth, he finally had what he craved. This woman grinding herself all over his body, and when she leaned down, placing her tits onto his chest, he groaned.

  Her mouth met his and he parted his lips as she shoved in her tongue, controlling the kiss. For now, he’d allow her the right to overpower him. Having the roles switched wasn’t putting him out any. Not that he had much choice in the matter, considering he was trapped to the headboard.

  Soft, excited noises spilled from her lips as she deepened the kiss. She moved herself all over him in a forceful manner, either to entice him or fulfill a need in her, he didn’t much care what it was. This, he didn’t want to end.

  To his disappointment, it did.

  After a firm bite on his bottom lip, making him moan, she backed away and she wiggled off him. She approached the end table, took out a foil wrapper then returned. In a swift move, the condom was out of the packaging and she had slid it over his shaft.

  Without so much as a hitch in her movements, she straddled his waist again. Her hot cunt found his straining cock head and she lowered down onto him. The sigh she offered equaled his deep groan. Her hands went straight to those huge tits and she squeezed her nipples, giving him one hell of a view.

  “Christ, Brooke.” He grunted.

  With a wicked glint in her eye, she took him in all the way to the hilt and his eyes closed for a split second while he got lost in her incredible pussy. All tight. Very wet. Totally his for the moment. But he snapped his eyes open, not wanting to lose sight of her. He wouldn’t deprive himself of the show.

  “I’m pleased you like watching me fuck you, Evan, but I can do one better.” Her voice became huskier as she slid one of her hands down her rounded stomach and settled it over her clit, swirling the little bud.

  Her inner muscles clenched against him as she clearly found a higher pleasure and he reaped the reward of a seriously tight cunt. When her breath hitched, she bounced on him and the bed beneath him squeaked as she rode him. His balls ached with each thrust down and every move up made his teeth grind together.

  He craved to take her hard, lift his hips and thrust in return. But watching her have her way with him was too pleasurable to stop. However, the restraints on his wrists now frustrated him. He wanted nothing more than to grab those breasts, suck her nipples into the roof of his mouth and increase her pleasure.

  Pulling against the bonds, he discovered he didn’t move an inch. All he could do was lie there and watch the woman get herself off with no help from him. He wasn’t used to a woman taking for herself, being so confident she didn’t give a thought about him and sought her own pleasure. Her head had fallen back, her long hair trailing down and he wanted to grab on to it while he thrust into her. Her breasts jutted out, offering those hard nipples to suck.

  The restraints needed to go.

  While at first, the thought excited him, he realized being bound took too much control he didn’t approve of. He parted his mouth to order his release when her breathing increased. Her pussy convulsed around his erection, so he shut his mouth, not wanting to interrupt her. As she bounced harder, swirling that clit faster, he didn’t know where to look. Her hand on her clit, her tits bouncing up and down or her face so lost in pleasure.

  Although, when her slick heat strangled him, he realized the choice wasn’t his. His eyes closed as her orgasm sucked him into her pleasure. Her body milked his, drawing at him to ensure his cock gave her what she desired. He groaned, low and deep, as she screamed out her climax, jerking against him.

  As she came down from her release, her pussy massaged his cock and her dampness spread out between their bodies. Soaking wet. Fucking sexy. When her inner muscles fully released him, she finally lowered her head and gave him a shit-eating grin.

  He arched an eyebrow. “Enjoy yourself?”

  “Incredibly so.”

  Drawing in a few more stabilizing breaths, the red color of her cheeks lessened and even if she hadn’t meant to, she offered him another challenge. He wanted to see those cheeks flaming red from the pleasure he forced upon her. “Release me.”

  She regarded him a moment then shook her head. “Not yet.”

  “Brooke,” he warned.

  “Hush.” She laughed, withdrew from him, spun around and straddled him backward, bending all the way forward. Her plush breasts rested against his legs and he groaned as she arched her back, angling herself so he got a perfect view of her pink folds glistening with arousal.

  Reaching back, she ran her hands over her ass, spreading her cheeks. The move opened her fully, and the ties around Evan’s wrists burned as his muscles strained to break free. The view a moment ago enthralled him. This view made sense leave his mind with the overt need to fuck this temptress.

  “You want your cock here again, don’t you?” She traced over her slit, drawing the arousal up to the tight knot above. “Or even here.” She circled over her asshole and trembled, all breathless.

  Yanking on the binds holding him to the bed, he wanted nothing more than to drive into that sweet ass until he blew inside her. But apparently she wasn’t going to appease him, since she grabbed his shaft then slid back onto it. His refusal died on his tongue, the annoyance of being restrained fading as his gaze zeroed in on her pussy accepting him. Her heart-shaped ass was a stunning pleasure to him, and her lower lips hugged his cock tight.

  She worked him slowly, teasingly, to ensure he saw every single move she made. All the wetness of her arousal glimmered and he craved to lick it off her. “Do you like when I fuck you like this?”

  “Fucking right I do.” He groaned.

  “How about like this?” She picked up speed, thrusting up and down with loud smacks, and the bonds on his wrists hurt now. He considered how to get himself out of this hold. But when she reached up, placing a finger into her anus, he froze, not even able to blink.

  Yeah, that’s where he wanted to be. Right there.

  When her pussy convulsed, indicating she didn’t insert her finger for his pleasure, but for her own, he almost lost it. He bit his lip as his groin tightened. This wouldn’t end now. He would draw this out until he couldn’t bear it. Besides, if she was honest about her offer for a friends-with-benefits arrangement, he’d draw the lines clear for this agreement. He found the power exchange thrilling, but she’d learn quickly that while he’d accept that for a time, he was a man who craved control.

  “Your big cock feels so good.” She gasped.

  Then why are you stopping?

  Biting back his demand for her to release him, he watched as
she slid off the bed and approached the same end table. After she reached in, his heart stopped beating…literally. He’d swear it hadn’t beaten for a good few seconds when he spotted the bottle of lube she pulled from the drawer.

  After she placed a generous amount into her palm, she joined him again and got into the same position, bent over him. She dipped her finger into the lube then spread it over her tight knot. He couldn’t think, let alone say anything about how much this pleased him.

  Never. Not once had he taken a woman’s ass. He’d never thought to ask it of his ex-girlfriends, knowing the outrage that would follow. But what pleased him more in this moment, he wasn’t going to fuck her ass, she was going to fuck him.

  With the lube now applied to her puckered hole, she grabbed hold of his erection, coating his cock generously with the lube on her palm. Then she placed the tip against her tight knot and eased herself down onto him.

  This woman is a dream!

  When his cock settled deep in her ass, she squeezed him so tight that he blew out a harsh breath. He waited for her to show some type of pain that he expected her to experience with this kind of sex. None came. She went straight to work, moving slowly up and down and moaning as he watched himself disappear into that fine ass.

  The more she pumped him, the more his own need to drive into her rode up. Now, though, he feared if he slammed up into her, he’d somehow hurt her, so there he lay while she took her pleasure. He fisted his hands, holding on, and shut his eyes. He was going to come, no doubt about it, and he didn’t want to.

  Her moans grew louder and he noticed that one of her hands had left his legs, which he guessed was because she was playing with her clit. Needing to know, he snapped his eyes open and he discovered she had shoved her fingers inside her pussy.

  Christ!

  Her speed increased and she shuddered, her beautiful body trembling, indicating another approaching release. Here was the difference between a young woman and an experienced one who knew her body well. She had found her on buttons and she had no trouble getting herself off.