need, the blood rushing in his groin, and a shudder wracked through his body at the accidental grazes
against her hot skin. His nipples tingled under her soft kisses, the circular movements of her fingers.
His voice went deeper still, barely audible through his need. “I love that you’re strong and
independent, but that you still give yourself to me like you trust me to take care of you. I love…” He
groaned from the gut-wrenching pleasure of her pinches. “Your mouth … your hands.… you drive me
so crazy. I love your eyes. Look at me.”
She lifted her glazed eyes to his, and he murmured in encouragement, his balls drawn up with need.
“Try it. Tell me what you love. You love Davenport’s, Monica.”
She bit her lower lip and nodded, her eyes heavy and dilated.
His voice rasped in his throat. “What else do you love, princess?”
When she stared into his eyes, breathing from her mouth, with those white teeth gnawing the lips he
hungered for, he found himself straining forward to capture them, which surprised her.
Her sound of delight stumbled into his mouth and Daniel swallowed it just like he wanted to
swallow her, growling when he noticed she’d gone still on the bed, tilting her mouth upward in
offering, not moving a single muscle except her lips on his as though she were the one tied, the one
who couldn’t move or breathe. “Do you love the mouth you’re kissing?” he thickly whispered, licking
the seam of her lips. “Tell me you love my mouth. My touch.” Me.
She pulled back only to breathe, then she grabbed his jaw and crushed his mouth again, silencing
him.
He groaned, tangling his tongue fiercely with hers. Holy God, his chest felt about as wound up as
his cock, the emotions bursting through him. She dragged her lips down the tendons of his throat and
went to his neglected nipple. Pleasure shot to his toes when she ministered to it, making him grumble,
“That feels good, baby.”
“Okay.” She moved down his stomach, his abs contracting harshly under her lips after each damp
kiss. She added her hands and stroked over his rib cage, seeming to savor his strength and the taut
skin, the hard muscles.
“That…”—he swallowed, bumping his head back as he fought a groan, his arms rested and
motionless above him—“feels good, too.”
She went lower, and drew back to stare at his cock with eyes that felt like caresses. A milky drop
had gathered at the tip, and her mouth opened to take it. She lapped it with her tongue. “Ahh, Christ.”
His hip shot upward and swiveled.
She angled back to meet his gaze. “That feels … good?”
“Incredible.”
Lips curving with a sensual knowledge he found hot as hell, she bent her head, and when she kissed
him fully on the tip, she pulled the next drop of semen into her mouth with that feisty tongue. He
fisted his hands up above him, suddenly suffering in his restraints, unused to not being able to touch
her, wanting to feel her hair, her skin, her breasts … throbbing to do all of those things and more,
throbbing and pulsing as she played with him with her hot little mouth. “God, that feels so fucking
good.”
She seemed lost in what she was doing now, her eyes only for his cock, her tongue totally
monogamous to it as she seemed to be determined to drink every single drop of pre-come that came
forward. He was leaking like crazy, drunk and fevered, as he wondered if she was going to leave
anything for tomorrow.
Again and again he felt his wetness emerge from the sheer agony of his need, and watched her
tongue twirl around it and pick it up. Her eyes drifted shut, and she moaned softly. Fierce tremors of
need were running down his body. He wanted to be in her pussy and her mouth, both at the same time,
his hands all over her. All. Over. Her.
She rubbed his hard thighs and then cupped his scrotum. He had big, dense testicles to match the
size of his shaft—and he saw the way her nipples puckered even more as she fondled that part of him,
those swollen, dusky little points looking about as juicy as peaches right now. His tongue felt restless
in his mouth.
Her fingers curled into fists, one over the other, so that together they almost covered the base of his
shaft, and as she slid them upward to meet her mouth, Daniel started pumping, losing it.
Her mouth was lava around the tip, her fingers and hands clenching him, and when she moaned as
though his pleasure were her own, he just lost it. He jetted into her mouth with a harsh bark of
pleasure, his arms straining above him, and when she drew back to watch him lose it, working him
with her fists until he’d spurted every last drop, her eyes were dark and glazed with arousal.