Netherworld: Drop Dead Sexy(38)

“Please, Tristan,” I groaned, fighting to form the words.





“In a moment. You taste too good to rush.”

I sighed in surrender as he bent to his work once more. He fed with languorous strokes, licking and sucking my flesh, making every minute touch exquisite torture. He avoided my clit though, and I was desperate for him to touch me there. Tristan only snickered at my efforts to draw his mouth to that distended nub.

“So swollen and red. You’re looking very needy, my girl.”

“Dang you,” I grated between clenched teeth.

“Hmm. Rather ungrateful for all the attention I’m paying you. Should I stop?”

I wailed in response to the threat. My hips thrust towards his face.

Instead of returning to his sensuous feasting, Tristan stood. He was naked, and I reached greedily for the jutting organ with the idea I’d torture him for awhile.

Tristan slapped my hands away, then bent and gripped me about the waist. Picking me up from the chair, he swung me around to perch me on the desktop. I had a moment to be amazed at his strength before he situated my buttocks at the edge of the surface and made ready to thrust into me.

After the long lead up, I was more than ready to be taken hard and fast. Instead, he crept into me so slowly that I squalled in protest. Wrapping my legs around his buttocks, I tried to pull him in, demanding he quench the burning need eating me up. His hand twisted painfully in my hair, and he pulled my head back to meet his gaze.

“You will stop now,” he said, his voice deep with command.

I whined, but under that stern gaze a switch flipped and I immediately submitted. He grabbed the back of my knees, forcing them up and tilting my hips. The position forced me to brace myself on my hands.

Watching Tristan slowly enveloped himself in me made me shudder with need. Had I ever known such an overwhelming urge to be possessed? If I had, I sure couldn’t remember it now. And he drove me crazy with the slow impaling, making me feel every tiny increment of his gradual progression. Feeling him creep deeper and deeper, his thick penetration stretching me wonderfully, I hovered so close to the pinnacle of ecstasy. It wouldn’t take much to carry me over, and I think Tristan knew that. I could complain and whine all I wanted, but it was up to him to allow me the explosion my body begged for. For now, he chose to torment me.

He was careful to not let his groin meet mine, denying that tantalizing brush of his body with my clit that would shoot me into paradise. With exquisite precision, Tristan rocked his hips back and forth, coming so close until his crinkly pubic hair came in the lightest contact with my straining bud, and then backed away again. His lovemaking was slow and gentle. He used it to show what a sadistic brute he truly was.

“Please,” I whined.

He smiled down at me. “I love hearing you beg. Tell me how much you want me.”

“I do, Tristan. I want you so bad. I want you to take me, make me come. Please, let me come.”





He thrust harder but still too careful to accomplish what I needed. “More. Really beg me, Brandilynn.”

“Please, Sir. I want it. I want it so bad it hurts. Please, I’ll do anything you want, just please, please let me come.”

I nearly sobbed with agony. He drew it out, the selfish pig, enjoying my torment. It almost made me want to curse him with all kinds of filthy profanities. If he’d just do it…

“Pleeeease…”

Tristan grasped the backs of my hips and rammed himself in as far as he could. Again. And again. The explosion bloomed, a thousand thermonuclear devices detonating all at once, mushroom clouds billowing to decimate every cell of my being, leaving me a wasteland. White hot pulses ignited over and over, rupturing all in their path, ripping my world wide open.

When my brain began to re-assert itself, I still thrashed in the eddies of aftershock, my body twisting in the throes of the greatest, most profound, mindblowing big ‘O’ I’d ever had. Jeez Louise. If I’d been alive, I think it would have killed me.

But what a way to go.

I lay flat on my back on the desk, having apparently lost all ability to keep myself upright went the shockwave hit. Tristan stood over me, gasping with his head thrown back. It must have been good for him too.

Finally the rumbles within my overwrought body quieted enough for me to be able to lay still, weak as a plate of spaghetti. Tristan’s head lolled forward and he looked at me with a cat’s self-satisfied grin.

“Let’s do that again. Soon.”

“Give me time to recover from this one. Like a year or so.”

He laughed and pulled free. I hated to feel him go, but he sat on the desk next to me, picked me up and cuddled me on his lap. A good trade. I snuggled into the hollow of his shoulder with a happy sigh.