“Have you ever exchanged blows with Flirt before?”
“Yes. I train with many males.”
“You know what I mean.”
“We settle disagreements sometimes with physical gestures. It’s in our nature.” A new thought occurred, a possible reason she might refuse to agree to be his mate. “Are you fearful that I’d ever hit you? I wouldn’t.” He glanced down her body, appalled at the notion. There were a lot of ways he wanted to touch Jeanie but it would only be to create pleasure. He stared deeply into her eyes. “I give my word. I could be enraged but I swear I would never cause you pain.”
She sat up a little, getting close enough that a deep breath from him would press his chest against hers. “I know that, True. You had every reason in the world to strike out at me when we were at Drackwood but you never did. You could have hurt me if you’d wanted to. I always ignored the safety protocols when I came into your cell.”
Jeanie had the ability to melt away all the coldness inside him that had built up in his lifetime. “Why did you trust me if you were aware of the danger?”
“I just wanted to be closer to you.” Her voice softened as she lifted her other hand to place it over his heart. “I couldn’t resist.”
He couldn’t either as he closed the distance between them and took possession of her mouth. Her soft lips parted in welcome as he kissed her. He wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her firmly against his body. The urge to carry her to his bed was strong but he resisted, trying to take it slow.
True slid his thumb into the back of her pants, hooked them, and lifted her off the couch with his other arm. She gasped against his tongue but didn’t protest. He shifted his hold and began to tear them down her legs to free her of the material. He had to move away from the couch to do it but achieved his goal of getting her bare when she helped by wiggling and kicking them free.
He refused to stop kissing her as he lowered her to the soft cushions. Kissing her was incredible but he needed more as he broke away and gasped in air. He studied her flushed features. Her beautiful eyes opened and she stared up at him.
“Lean back,” he demanded.
She did it, to his joy. His gaze lowered and he hated the loose T-shirt covering her lap. Her pale thighs were exposed but he wanted to see every inch of her remarkable body. He hoped she didn’t notice that his touch wasn’t as gentle as it should be when he gripped the cotton and tugged. Her arms rose to help him get her out of it. He just tossed the discarded top next to him and gripped her thighs.
Jeanie gasped when he lifted, manipulating her body easily by sliding her ass to the edge of the seat. He spread her legs wide, exposing her sex to his view. She wasn’t wet enough to take him yet but she would be soon. He planted his face right where he wanted to be most.
Her surprised sound should have slowed him down but he was too intent on her scent. She was everything good to him as his mouth opened and he fastened his lips around her clit. He sucked, licked, and growled in pleasure when her hands tangled in his hair. He didn’t care if he’d shocked her or even if she attempted to tug him away. He had to have Jeanie.
Soft moans filled his ears and she caressed him instead of trying to fight him off. He nuzzled in tighter, her inner thighs squeezing a little against his cheeks. It amused him if she believed they were strong enough to distract him. He growled again, louder, knowing what it would do to that sensitive bundle of nerves he played with. Females loved vibrations and Jeanie responded by rubbing her pu**y against his mouth.
“True,” she panted. “Oh yes. God. Don’t stop.”
He wasn’t about to. Nothing would get him away from her. Her taste drove him wild, his dick was rock hard, and the urge to mount her grew stronger with each passing second. Her fingers knotted in his hair and she sucked in a loud breath. Her cl*t was stiff, swollen, and he knew she was about to come. He applied more pressure with his tongue, rubbing furiously against the spot he knew she liked best. He had to grab her h*ps instead of her thighs when she began to buck, almost escaping from his ministrations.
He pressed down, pinning her under him as he lashed her with the tip of his tongue. Jeanie came with a shout of his name and True enjoyed every quiver of her body as he slowed his licks, savoring the way she jerked as pleasure tore through her body. He’d given her that and now it was his turn.
He pulled away and lifted up just enough to see her face. Her lips were parted, her eyes closed and sweat beaded her upper lip and forehead. She was so appealing to him, the most sensual sight he’d ever gazed upon. He let go of her h*ps to grab the front of his pants. It was a wonder he didn’t tear them to get his c**k free. It sprang out as soon as he lowered them, feeling heavy and achy.
Females needed a little time to recover but he just couldn’t give her any. The need to be inside her was too strong. He grabbed one of her ankles and lifted it, resting her leg against his chest. It spread her enough for him to position his h*ps just right. The broad tip of his dick brushed against the seam of her slick, wet pu**y and he pushed, breaching her.
She was tight, hot, and he clenched his teeth to hold back a howl as he sank into her welcoming depths. It would have felt good to just pound in and out of her but he took her with care, sinking in an inch at a time until he completely filled her. He stayed there a moment, the muscles inside her still quivering, and enjoyed the soft noises she made.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes opened and she stared at him with the look of a female still in the throes of passion. He withdrew his dick a little, loving how her pu**y seemed to clutch at him, almost resisted releasing him. He withdrew until just the head of his c**k was still inside her and suddenly thrust forward in a rapid motion. Her lips parted and she moaned.
“Yes. I train with many males.”
“You know what I mean.”
“We settle disagreements sometimes with physical gestures. It’s in our nature.” A new thought occurred, a possible reason she might refuse to agree to be his mate. “Are you fearful that I’d ever hit you? I wouldn’t.” He glanced down her body, appalled at the notion. There were a lot of ways he wanted to touch Jeanie but it would only be to create pleasure. He stared deeply into her eyes. “I give my word. I could be enraged but I swear I would never cause you pain.”
She sat up a little, getting close enough that a deep breath from him would press his chest against hers. “I know that, True. You had every reason in the world to strike out at me when we were at Drackwood but you never did. You could have hurt me if you’d wanted to. I always ignored the safety protocols when I came into your cell.”
Jeanie had the ability to melt away all the coldness inside him that had built up in his lifetime. “Why did you trust me if you were aware of the danger?”
“I just wanted to be closer to you.” Her voice softened as she lifted her other hand to place it over his heart. “I couldn’t resist.”
He couldn’t either as he closed the distance between them and took possession of her mouth. Her soft lips parted in welcome as he kissed her. He wrapped an arm around her waist to pull her firmly against his body. The urge to carry her to his bed was strong but he resisted, trying to take it slow.
True slid his thumb into the back of her pants, hooked them, and lifted her off the couch with his other arm. She gasped against his tongue but didn’t protest. He shifted his hold and began to tear them down her legs to free her of the material. He had to move away from the couch to do it but achieved his goal of getting her bare when she helped by wiggling and kicking them free.
He refused to stop kissing her as he lowered her to the soft cushions. Kissing her was incredible but he needed more as he broke away and gasped in air. He studied her flushed features. Her beautiful eyes opened and she stared up at him.
“Lean back,” he demanded.
She did it, to his joy. His gaze lowered and he hated the loose T-shirt covering her lap. Her pale thighs were exposed but he wanted to see every inch of her remarkable body. He hoped she didn’t notice that his touch wasn’t as gentle as it should be when he gripped the cotton and tugged. Her arms rose to help him get her out of it. He just tossed the discarded top next to him and gripped her thighs.
Jeanie gasped when he lifted, manipulating her body easily by sliding her ass to the edge of the seat. He spread her legs wide, exposing her sex to his view. She wasn’t wet enough to take him yet but she would be soon. He planted his face right where he wanted to be most.
Her surprised sound should have slowed him down but he was too intent on her scent. She was everything good to him as his mouth opened and he fastened his lips around her clit. He sucked, licked, and growled in pleasure when her hands tangled in his hair. He didn’t care if he’d shocked her or even if she attempted to tug him away. He had to have Jeanie.
Soft moans filled his ears and she caressed him instead of trying to fight him off. He nuzzled in tighter, her inner thighs squeezing a little against his cheeks. It amused him if she believed they were strong enough to distract him. He growled again, louder, knowing what it would do to that sensitive bundle of nerves he played with. Females loved vibrations and Jeanie responded by rubbing her pu**y against his mouth.
“True,” she panted. “Oh yes. God. Don’t stop.”
He wasn’t about to. Nothing would get him away from her. Her taste drove him wild, his dick was rock hard, and the urge to mount her grew stronger with each passing second. Her fingers knotted in his hair and she sucked in a loud breath. Her cl*t was stiff, swollen, and he knew she was about to come. He applied more pressure with his tongue, rubbing furiously against the spot he knew she liked best. He had to grab her h*ps instead of her thighs when she began to buck, almost escaping from his ministrations.
He pressed down, pinning her under him as he lashed her with the tip of his tongue. Jeanie came with a shout of his name and True enjoyed every quiver of her body as he slowed his licks, savoring the way she jerked as pleasure tore through her body. He’d given her that and now it was his turn.
He pulled away and lifted up just enough to see her face. Her lips were parted, her eyes closed and sweat beaded her upper lip and forehead. She was so appealing to him, the most sensual sight he’d ever gazed upon. He let go of her h*ps to grab the front of his pants. It was a wonder he didn’t tear them to get his c**k free. It sprang out as soon as he lowered them, feeling heavy and achy.
Females needed a little time to recover but he just couldn’t give her any. The need to be inside her was too strong. He grabbed one of her ankles and lifted it, resting her leg against his chest. It spread her enough for him to position his h*ps just right. The broad tip of his dick brushed against the seam of her slick, wet pu**y and he pushed, breaching her.
She was tight, hot, and he clenched his teeth to hold back a howl as he sank into her welcoming depths. It would have felt good to just pound in and out of her but he took her with care, sinking in an inch at a time until he completely filled her. He stayed there a moment, the muscles inside her still quivering, and enjoyed the soft noises she made.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes opened and she stared at him with the look of a female still in the throes of passion. He withdrew his dick a little, loving how her pu**y seemed to clutch at him, almost resisted releasing him. He withdrew until just the head of his c**k was still inside her and suddenly thrust forward in a rapid motion. Her lips parted and she moaned.
