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  A bulge was ready to split his jeans at the seams.

  “What’s your favorite position?” he asked.

  “Doggy.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know. The freedom to thrust my hips backward and to slip my fingers between my legs to touch myself. To know I’m giving you absolute domination over me during the act.”

  “You’d like me to dominate you?”

  “Yes,” she said, as if the admission was wrenched from her throat. As soon as she said it, she realized it was true.

  The thought frightened her.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk, Jessica Caywood. I’m going to eat you until you can’t come anymore, until you’re so sensitive you beg me to stop. I’m going to come on your breasts, your abdomen, your ass. You’re going to love every minute of it.”

  Jessie shuddered. She didn’t doubt it.

  Without warning, Levi grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed, spreading her thighs.

  She tried to shut them but he inserted his broad shoulders between them.

  “Hold still,” he commanded.

  She had no choice. She widened her legs at his command.

  Slowly he licked.

  The sensation was amazing and she squirmed deliciously.

  “You taste good,” he muttered. “Sweet.” He delved into her tender folds of skin, spreading her lips and sucking sensitive flesh into his mouth. One of his fingers massaged her clit with slow circles while he sucked fiercely.

  It felt as though a delicious fire caught and traveled throughout her sensitive nerve endings. She began to buck her hips up and into his mouth.

  “Tell me what you’re feeling, Jessie.”

  “Oh, Levi,” she moaned. “Your mouth is so hot. It’s making me wet and creamy inside. I want you to fill me with your cock.”

  He reached up and twisted her nipples. Pain morphed with pleasure, making her squirm with delight.

  “Come sit on my face,” he commanded as he turned onto his back.

  Her knees were shaking as she crawled over, her legs straddling his body.

  With a knee on either side of his face, she slowly lowered herself down. Her pussy was so excited, her lips swelled in anticipation. As soon as he tasted her, she ground her intimate parts into his mouth, rotating her hips back and forth, teasing her climax to rush and retreat.

  He sucked her hard and hot into his mouth. She moaned. Gushing streams of moisture flowed onto him and he inserted his fingers deep into her sheath.

  She gripped him tightly.

  “You’re going to feel so snug around my cock,” he muttered around her labia. He licked through the thickened lips and rolled her clit between his lips.

  “Turn over.”

  She climbed off him and he positioned her onto all fours. She felt a delicious lick up her crack.

  That lick pointedly delved into her anus.

  “Ahh,” she moaned, her face pressed into the mattress as she balled the sheets into her palms, wondering how much more she could take.

  “Pinch your nipples,” he commanded, as he licked his finger to wet it thoroughly. He inserted the moist fingertip into the tight bud of her ass.

  It was so naughty. She’d never had anyone lick or even play around there before. She was always in command of her sexual situations but here was someone demanding that she allow it.

  That she enjoy it.

  She squeezed her nipple, the pressure bordering on pleasurable pain.

  The ripples of climax pounded throughout her midsection, forcing her to come without the thickness of a cock filling her.

  Fluid flooded her passage. He rose onto his knees, reaching into his jeans pocket for a condom. Unraveling it, he sheathed himself, taking his time, knowing she watched the intimate act through breathless gasps as her body slowed Finally, he grabbed his thick cock by the base, leading it to her swollen labia. She turned her head forward again and wiggled her ass toward him. Slowly he inserted the head of his cock. She swallowed him, her vagina pulsating in aftershocks around his shaft. Inch by inch he pushed, until he filled her fully, every inch.

  And then he began to fuck her.

  In and out he moved, filling and releasing.

  “Your pussy’s so wet,” he said. “So fucking hot, it swallows me each time I pull out.”

  “Ride me harder,” she demanded, gasping at the weight of his cock in her. It filled her thoroughly, giving her pleasure even though her climax had been so recent.

  “I want to fuck you every way imaginable,” he said. “Your mouth, your wet pussy, your sweet ass.”

  She shuddered at his words. She didn’t want to admit it, not verbally but she knew she could hardly wait.

  He rode her, in and out, pounding into her until another earthquake threatened to hurl her into a world beyond. He gripped her ass, holding her hips still as he slid his slick cock between the swollen, tender folds of her pussy.

  She felt every bit of him, filling her then emptying from her hot sheath, building the friction until she exploded again, her sensitive nerve endings unable to take any more. Only when she moaned through her release did he allow himself to grunt.

  “Fuck, yes,” he shouted, empting his semen as he slowed his movements.

  Exhausted, she collapsed, taking him with her. He spooned her back to him, kissing her shoulder, allowing their racing hearts to slow.

  There was dead silence but it wasn’t uncomfortable. More relaxing than anything, as she enjoyed the press of his kisses to her shoulder. She reached up to stroke his head behind her and he continued to kiss her biceps.

  “This could be a fun relationship,” he said.

  Her hand stilled in his hair. “This isn’t a relationship, Levi. This is strictly, purely sex. Nothing else.”

  “Let’s not argue,” he said. “Tell me about where you live.”

  What argument was he talking about? She told him how it would be, just because he could command her to do his will right now meant nothing.

  “I moved in with a friend of mine after she went through a wicked divorce. We went to college together, along with Silver, Scarlett’s sister. I’d never met any of Silver’s sisters but when Scarlett needed help it just seemed convenient for me to go.”

  “Why?”

  “Nina had just gotten married, I was moving from the house anyway.”

  “So you’re not settled anywhere?”

  “I haven’t decided where I’ll settle. Nina needed me and I spent two years rooming with her, helping her through her divorce. Naturally, we both packed up and rented a place near Silver’s bar, we’ve gone back to help her from time to time. A woman needs her girlfriends every now and then.”

  “Is it your time now, Jessie?” he whispered.

  “Me? No, I’m perfectly happy with my life the way it is.”

  “Are you?”

  “Of course.”

  Her voice used to sound surer. Somewhere, it’d lost the ring of conviction it normally had. What was wrong?

  She was wrapped in a man’s strong arms, his scent tantalizing her senses. She felt comfortable, prized.

  Like she belonged.

  That’s what was wrong.

  Warm lips touched her forehead, sending a tingle down to the junction of her thighs. “Get some rest. You don’t need partying tonight.”

  With that, he rose, pulled on his clothes and left her with her mouth hanging open.

  How dare he suggest she stay indoors tonight? Who did he think he was? She was a free and single woman and he needed to know that.

  She got angrier as she showered. The anger dissipated as she applied killer makeup and picked her outfit with care. Jeans that hugged her shapely ass, red high heels. A red camisole with just the barest hint of lace inviting the eye to her cleavage. She headed downstairs to party anyway.

  Chapter Three

  This time, people didn’t freeze when she entered the bar. She must be considered one of the in-crowd.

  It
was a slow night, probably why Scarlett had allowed her the night off. How ironic that they would finally have a slow night after additional help arrived. She went up to the bar and ordered a bottled beer. Taking it, she headed to the dance floor where she could lean against the railing.

  “You’re the new girl, aren’t you?”

  Jessie looked up to see a six-foot-tall wall of muscled chest in her line of vision. He wore a dark blue t-shirt with a firefighter’s logo on the upper corner of his chest. Tight blue jeans emphasized a cute, muscular butt.

  “I’m Andy.”

  “Hi, Andy,” she said slowly. He had definite possibilities. “Do you dance?”

  His mouth lifted at the corner. “With pretty girls.”

  Levi didn’t own her, she reminded herself. There was no reason for him to get upset should he happen upon them.

  And at the end of the month she was out of here.

  She set her beer on the railing and accepted Andy’s hand as he led her to the dance floor. They’d danced for half a song, no more, when a voice behind her growled.

  Not at her. Directly to Andy. “She’s mine.”

  Her cheeks burned. Before she even knew what happened, she was pulled away by Levi.

  That was the last time she saw Andy the Fireman.

  It was just like the caveman to drag her from the dance floor in front of everyone. She protested all the way up to her apartment. He ignored her until halfway up, when he muttered, “I told you to stay inside and rest up tonight.”

  “I have a life, dammit. I want to dance, not be carted off just because you don’t like me dancing with others.”

  He opened her apartment door with his key.

  “That’s another thing,” she said. “You shouldn’t have a key to my apartment.”

  He closed the door behind them.

  “Suck me,” he commanded.

  She dropped to her knees in surprise. During the time she had been complaining, she’d never noticed he’d dropped his pants and was standing partially nude and fully, completely erect.

  His cock was hard steel, covered in silky skin, thick veins running along the shaft. The head was wide. She placed a small kiss on the tiny hole and he sucked in his breath.

  She began by licking his heavy balls. They were perfectly round, lightly dusted with fine hair. One fit delicately into her mouth.

  He groaned as she squirmed the testicle around in the warmth her mouth.

  She sucked the other one.

  His cock bobbed, waiting for attention. Much as she hated to admit it, she couldn’t get enough of this man. She loved the masculine smell that wafted from his heated skin, she craved the way he groaned as she laved him, she even loved the way he looked at her so possessively.

  It made her feel wanted. Needed. Desired.

  She licked a straight line from the base of his shaft to the ridge of the head, pointing her tongue. He stroked the back of her head, leading her mouth to the tip of his cock. She opened wide and let him in.

  He barely thrust, just moved his hips slightly so the wide, mushroom-shaped head of his penis pressed into her wet, warm mouth. She tightened her suction as he pulled out, swirling her tongue around the tiny, sensitive hole. His hand fisted in her hair.

  She ran her fingernails up his muscular thighs, scratching lightly, feeling the muscles quiver beneath her touch.

  “I love doing this,” she admitted.

  “Doing what?”

  She looked up. “Sucking your cock. I love to suck cock.”

  The jealous look was back in his eye. “So you enjoy giving blowjobs?”

  “Only yours,” she admitted, knowing she was a fool for giving him the power of knowledge. “I could suck yours all day.”

  His voice instantly calmed. She’d expected him to grow cocky. “What do you love about it?”

  “Your taste, your smell, your feel. The way you quiver against my touch. Knowing that I bring you so much pleasure is so powerful.”

  He thought she was finally catching on to what they had between them. With his large hand cupped to the back of her head, he brought her up, rubbing her body intimately against his until she reached a standing position.

  “You could bring me to my knees with that luscious mouth, little girl,” he said and brought his lips to hers. He inserted his tongue, tasting himself on her lips, knowing that was the way she should taste, always.

  But did she really know it?

  She would. He would see to it.

  He unsnapped her jeans and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his waist as he kicked off his shoes and jeans that had pooled at his ankles. Carrying her toward the bedroom, his fingers explored the seam of her ass through the gap of her loosened jeans.

  She arched her back in alarm.

  “You’re all mine,” he growled, “every inch. Even here.” He ran his middle finger down her crack again. Her cheeks were spread apart with her legs wrapped around his waist and carefully he caressed the rosebud that was normally hidden.

  Her body tensed.

  “Relax,” he commanded, lowering her to the bed. He lay on his side, facing her, still exploring her behind. “One day, you’ll take my cock here.” The very tip of his finger was slick with her slippery juices which he pressed into the tight ring of muscle gently. “You’ll love it. It’ll feel awesome and it’ll bring you unimaginable pleasure.” He nipped at an earlobe and slipped his fingertip inside.

  Her body was relaxed and trusting, his to command. He teased, pulling out ever so slowing and pushing in again. “We’ll both love it. I want to love every part of you.”

  It was the utmost naughtiness, yet with one word he could force her body to comply with his wishes. Fact was, her passage creamed just thinking about being filled there.

  “Maybe I’ll suck your clit with my finger inserted here,” he said, kissing her full bottom lip. “Would you like that, love?”

  Dammit, she was his to command. The truth was torn from her. “Yes,” she admitted.

  “Take off your jeans and open your legs for me.”

  She removed her jeans and bent her legs, allowing her knees to fall apart. He kneeled between her thighs and with one hand over her mons, spread the thick lips of her pussy.

  Her clit, hard and swollen and gleaming, poked its head from its hood.

  Her body tensed. Would he insert his finger first, or suck first? Could she possibly pretend not to enjoy it?

  His wondrous tongue laved attention to the head of her sensitive clitoris. She gasped at the soft, warm wetness and felt the gentle and slippery intrusion into her back door.

  His finger stretched the rim of her other passage and pushed in, buried to the knuckle.

  It was amazingly good.

  “Oh, Levi,” she gasped.

  His voice was a growl, buried between her folds of flesh. “Like that, love?”

  She couldn’t answer. There were too many wondrous feelings rolling through her, zipping through her nerve endings, even those she never knew existed. She had no control over herself, over the contractions that raged through her midsection, lighting fire to every quivering muscle as she exploded around his fingers and tongue.

  He let her pant for a few moments, allowing her heart to calm before he crawled up to her, holding a huge erection before her face.

  He hadn’t commanded her.

  The head was wet, dripping his lust in anticipation of her mouth. She was slow in moving, waiting for his direction. It still didn’t come.

  She licked the taste of his pre-cum from the silky skin but nothing else. Nothing until he forced her compliance.

  He grasped her hair in his fist and brought her face up to his cock.

  She was his but for this month only. And she would fight against enjoying it, dammit. That wasn’t in the plan.

  Once again, he ordered her. “Now it’s my turn. Suck me off, Jessie.”

  She fought his will. She couldn’t disobey entirely, so she just kissed the shaft. Licked tentatively at the thro
bbing veins that ran alongside it.

  “Suck it, dammit,” he commanded in a raspy voice, the end of his patience near.

  She licked up the shaft.

  He pulled her hair. The tingle against her scalp was the tiniest bit of pain that made her engulf him fully and completely.

  He released the hold on her hair then, his touch becoming tender. He stroked bangs from her forehead. “That’s it, baby girl. Keep going and I’ll give you a treat,” he crooned.

  Oh, it wasn’t hard. She gripped his muscled buttocks in her palms, enjoying the firm feel. Her head fit underneath his thighs so she could lick his balls.

  His cock was so hard, it looked as stiff as concrete, ready to explode. With the groans and the hip thrusts, she wondered if he’d burst prematurely.

  “That’s it,” he gasped, his voice rough. She moved slightly, his wet cock against her cheek.

  His eyes were desperate, as if he was about to lose control any minute. He pushed her as far away from him as possible and climbed from the bed, going to the dresser. She was about to remind him the drawers were empty, when he tapped a false panel in the bottom of one and pulled out a dildo in a package.

  A soft, squirmy, fleshy dildo with a square base.

  He opened the package and placed it onto the floor, where he stood above it. “Come sit,” he instructed.

  She never hesitated. He stared unabashedly as she spread her labia, exposing the tender reddened flesh inside and lowered her wet pussy onto the thick stalk.

  Her excited cunt gripped it as if it would never let go. She thrust against it gently, making a show for him and placed her whole mouth over the head of his waiting cock.

  She swallowed his cock, wetting it so thoroughly he threw his head back and gasped. Heat tingled from deep inside his balls as the orgasm threatened to roll through his body.

  A few minutes were all he could take. “That’s enough,” he said weakly but it was loud enough that she pulled away obediently, the slightest bit of resentment on her face at having to follow his command.

  He knew she wanted to have sex her way. She was used to issuing commands. Her boy toys followed or they were gone the next day. She wanted to take control, to order him to eat her, not the other way around.