Tempting The Beast(69)

His hand went to the thrusting flesh of his cock. He stroked it slowly, his movements unhurried.

“When I am done, Merinus, there is not an entrance in that sweet body of yours that I will not have

taken.” He edged closer as she backed away from him, watching him warily now.

“I will have you on your knees, your lips wrapped around my cock until I cum inside your hot mouth. I’ll

fuck your lips like I’ve dreamed of doing since the other night when you stole my control. And when I’ve

given you my first load there, I’ll lay you on your stomach, stretch your ass and fuck it until I’m anchored

there, filling you with more of my seed. And we both know I’ll still be hard when I’m finished.” He

ignored her widening eyes. She couldn’t even imagine him fitting there. “Then, I’ll raise your hips and I’ll

fuck that hot little pussy until you’re hoarse from screaming, your body pulsing with so many orgasms

you’ll beg me to stop.”

“Quite an itinerary,” she told him sweetly. “You were doing fine until you brought up the anal thing,

Callan. We both know it won’t fit, so don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

He smiled a second before he rushed her. Merinus had time to squeak out a cry of alarm before he had

her on her knees before him. His hands anchored her shoulders, holding her fast despite her struggles.

His cock was poised at her lips as one hand left her shoulder to grip her jaw, holding her still.

“You will,” he groaned.

The head of his erection pressed against her damp lips, his fingers opened her mouth until he slid home

with a low cry. She would suck him, Merinus knew, but his climax would not be easily attained. Not with

her. Not yet.

She refused to tighten her lips on him. Her tongue caressed him with slow, easy strokes, her body

tightening as his flesh jerked within her mouth. A low, sexy growl filled the silence as he held her head

still, his hips pushing against her, then pulling back as he sought relief in the humid depths of her mouth.

The thick shaft stretched her lips, seared her with its heat. She drew on it with a slow, lazy sucking

motion of her lips, staring up at him, watching his face contort in pleasure. His hands were in her hair,

kneading her scalp; his short nails scraping the skin erotically. Merinus moaned in rising excitement, then

felt the shiver that worked over Callan’s body at the vibrations against his erection. The mounting tension

and excitement was burning her alive.

Merinus felt poised on the edge of an arousal unlike any she had known before. The feel of his thick

shaft stroking in shallow thrusts in her mouth, her position, the dominance in him combined to edge the

passion higher. His scrotum tightened against the base of his cock and a rough groan of sheer delight

whispered over her ears. She licked him like candy, from base to tip. Her lips caressed and stroked,

spreading the moisture of her mouth over the heavy veined cock as she sucked it with light moisture.

She refused to tighten her lips. She wanted to tempt and tease. She wanted him wild and hot, wilder than

he had ever been before. Her fingers encased the taut sac beneath his throbbing erection, her nails

scraping the crease of his thighs, her tongue painting intricate patterns over the flesh of his cock as she

ignored his near desperate moans.

“Suck it, Merinus,” he growled at her, his hands clenching in her hair. “Damn you, suck it.”

She watched him from beneath her lowered lips, tempting him to make her, daring him to punish her.

The sexual game was heating up in a new and dangerous way. She felt a measure of nerves at her own





actions, but the overriding demand inside her refused to let her give in easily. She circled the head of his

cock with her tongue, then stroked the soft, incredibly sensitive area where the barb pulsed just under the

skin, threatening to emerge, pleading for the desperate stroke of her mouth to bring it to life.

“This is a dangerous game, baby,” he whispered as she smiled up at him.

Merinus felt her uterus contract, felt the slow slide of her juices leak from her cunt. She was wet and

burning. Her own orgasm would be only a few strokes away if he were to impale her with the thick,

rose-headed weapon she held in her mouth. And what a sensual torture tool it was.

Placing her tongue flat along the rising stiffness, she encased it snugly in her mouth and drew on it again.

Slowly. She refused to give into his heated moans.

“Merinus, baby, you’re killing me,” he panted as her fingers joined the play, caressing and teasing his

scrotum with light strokes and gentle rasps of her nails.

His hands kept her in place, refusing now to allow her to draw back, to continue the torture of her