Netherworld: Drop Dead Sexy(54)

I didn’t want him to stop.

I varied the speed of my work, getting him to where he continuously moaned, and then slowing to prolong the experience. I hadn’t noted much when it came to body heat among us dead, but Dan felt very hot in my mouth. Hot and hard and smooth and wonderful.

And alive. It’s true that sex is one of the most life-affirming of acts. I certainly felt I still belonged to the mortal coil right now. No wonder the dead were so enthralled with getting laid as much as they could.

Dan suddenly gripped my upper arms, pulling me up to my feet. “On the bed. On all fours,” he gasped, his eyes glazed.

I obeyed, fighting back a grin at the state I’d put him in as I positioned myself in the middle of the bed. Dan kneeled behind me, and I readied for a desperately driving cock to plunge in.

He shocked me by tracing my slit with a gentle finger instead. “So wet,” he sighed. “You really like sex, don’t you baby girl?”

“Yes Sir,” I answered. I shivered at the light touch inflaming my already avid pussy. I’d given him some really good oral, and I was surprised he maintained enough control to play with me rather than take what his body ached for. Not that I was complaining.

His fingers explored me slowly, investigating every soft fold, discovering the tenderness of each petal of my sweetest flesh. A fine tremble started in my arms, and I began to wish for more. I wanted him to touch my clit. To bury his fingers inside me. I thrust back at him, trying to enfold those clever digits in my body.





I jumped when his palm cracked against one butt cheek. “Stay still, baby girl,” he ordered. “It’s my turn to play with you now.”

I shuddered and something warm and electrifying zinged through my lower parts. “Yes Sir,” I whimpered.

He spread the lips of my sex wide, allowing him to continue his careful exploration even deeper. I bit my lip at the tortuous examination, my hands clutching the soft bedspread. Dan’s excruciating attentions brought me close to the brink, allowing me to peek over the cliff’s edge without actually going over. I wanted him to fling me down into the abyss below. I’ve heard orgasm described as ‘the little death’. I wanted it in all its sweet oblivion, dismembering me in tearing ecstasy.

I could feel my nether parts swelling under Dan’s attention, everything he touched growing more sensitive by the second. Jeez, I was so close, but he kept me at that tip-top point, perfectly balanced where I couldn’t fall into sweetness. Maybe if I begged he’d have mercy? I was getting desperate.

“Please Sir, may I come?”

“Hush, Brandilynn. Stay still and stay quiet.”

I bit off a groan with the most tremendous of efforts.

Dan’s finger moved close to my clit, and I stiffened at the bolt of pleasure that suffused my lower body. Almost … but not quite enough. He prodded around the pert nubbin, circling it with a slow, firm pressure that made me cross-eyed. No moving. No sound. No climaxing. I felt deliciously miserable under his control.

“Your pussy is as red as a strawberry and swollen, baby girl,” Dan chuckled. “You must be in hell right now.”

I dared to whimper.

“You’re going to be so hot and tight around my cock,” he goaded me. His finger continued to make slow, lazy circles around my aching clit. I was on fire there, and desperation grew by the second. Any moment now I would disobey him, whether to beg for release or provide my own. I didn’t want to defy him, but a girl can only take so much.

I shook all over, and Dan’s throaty chuckle shivered up my spine. “All right, baby girl. I’m starting to hurt like hell myself. But you may not come until I tell you, and when you do, you will be silent about it.”

Silent? Oh jeez, I’m a screamer. This was going to be so hard. But with the promise of climax on the horizon, I would do whatever he wanted.

His thick, muscled thighs between mine were a relief. I was thanking the cosmos when he plunged his rigid length deep in me. He buried himself with one powerful thrust, his hands gripping my hips to keep me from falling on my face. I stopped myself from shrieking at the burst of pain just in time.





I swore he might come up out through my mouth. Dan held still as my tight sheath fought to absorb the thickness and length of him. At last my clenched muscles relaxed from the shock of the sudden impalement. And oh my heavens, he felt good again. So good I thought my head might explode.

Feeling me loosen, Dan began his thrusts, taking me with long, slow strokes. He found the nest of nerves within my sleeve more often than not, and a spasm warned me I was about to lose control. I couldn’t. He hadn’t given permission yet. Oh heaven help me.