Billionaire Untamed - Tate(37)

“My leg is scarred up,” he said in a warning voice.

Tate actually had small scars everywhere, according to his history in the Special Forces, but they made him look like a warrior, and they made him even more dangerous and attractive. Although Lara winced for the pain every one of them had probably caused him, they didn’t make him one tiny iota less desirable. They were part of Tate. And Tate was beyond perfection to her.

His leg was scarred, and she gasped as she pulled the pants from his feet and tossed the flannel to the floor. “Oh, God, this must have hurt like hell.” She traced the healed dark scars lovingly.

Tate moved to put his leg under the covers at the bottom of the bed, but she grabbed it before he could hide it, and kissed the scars as she made her way up his lower body. “Don’t. There isn’t one thing about you that I don’t find incredibly hot,” she told him in a husky, shaky voice. He’d gained these scars saving lives, protecting their country, and no doubt by doing a mission that was incredibly risky. “You’re my hero, Tate Colter.” She palmed his cock as she moved next to his hips.

“Christ, Lara. You’re killing me,” he grumbled in a tormented voice.

She smirked at him as she lowered her head. “Then I guess I’ll just have to bring you back to life.”

Lara wasn’t exactly incredibly experienced with tasting a man, even though she’d bragged to Tate to make him stay in the hospital. Instinct took over as she twirled her tongue around the tip of him and licked the droplet of moisture from the head. She closed her eyes, and savored the taste of him: warm, masculine, and heady. After she licked up the inside of the shaft, she finally took him into her mouth; his member was so large that there was no way she could take him completely. She wrapped her fingers around the base of the shaft, and moved them in time with her mouth as she devoured him.#p#分页标题#e#

Tate’s tortured groan made her pussy clench almost painfully, and she became completely consumed, tightened her suction around his cock, and moved faster and faster.

“Dammit, Lara. I’m going to explode.” Tate speared his fingers through her hair and guided her faster, harder.

He let go of her head to give her a chance to escape, but Lara wasn’t going anywhere. She took him as deeply as possible. Tate’s release pulsated into her throat, and she continued to stroke as he had an orgasm that had him crying her name in a hoarse, raw voice. “Lara.”

His breathing was hard and heavy as he speared his hand back into her hair, massaging her scalp as he caught his breath. “Damn, you were right. My head did blow off,” he rasped. He pulled her up beside him and flipped her on her back.

Stunned, Lara looked up at him in surprise. He changed their positions so fast that she hadn’t even seen it coming. “What are you doing?” He had her hands pinned over her head.

His eyes shone like liquid silver. His big body now covered hers.

“I have to watch you come now, baby. I need to hear you moaning your pleasure while I taste your sweet pussy.” His hand moved between their bodies; his fingers probed her folds.

She was saturated and slick, and Tate let out a satisfied grunt. “You’re already wet. Getting me off turned you on?”

“Yes,” she told him breathlessly. Her entire body quivered beneath his with a need so powerful that she could hardly catch her breath.

“Good. Because I’m going to enjoy the hell out of this, too.” He lowered his head and kissed her. His dominant nature surfaced as he held her wrists fast and ravaged her mouth like he owned it.

“Don’t hurt yourself,” Lara pleaded when Tate let go of her lips to run his tongue along the sensitive skin of her neck.

“Baby, this isn’t going to hurt for either one of us,” he answered in a husky voice against her skin. “All I want is to taste you until you forget about anything except me.”

Heat flooded between her thighs at the sound of Tate’s demanding, sexy voice. He was in his element when he was sexually dominant, true to his nature, and his raw passion ramped up her desire to the boiling point. Here, she could let him take control of her body, trust him to pleasure her until she nearly lost her mind. She didn’t have to be in control right now, and all she did was relax into his caresses and feel.

He released her wrists; his mouth moved to her breasts, and he teased one of her pebbled nipples with his teeth and tongue. “These are fucking perfect,” he growled against her breast. His large hand cupped one and then the other, stimulating her hypersensitive peaks until she couldn’t stand it anymore.