“A kiss, Tucker. Only a kiss,” she mewled.
“I want more,” he groaned into her mouth.
“Please, only a kiss,” she whispered.
Tucker stood and saw the frightened look in her eyes. Patience, Tucker, he reminded himself. If he was to win Lilliana over, he must be more patient than he had ever been in his life. Tucker backed away from Lilliana hesitantly, his hard-on pressing uncomfortably tight into his slacks.
“Okay, Lilly. Only a kiss - for now.”
From Becoming Sir
Sir Won’t be Denied
“I’d like if it you stayed the night with me, Snowflake.”
She stared at her hands before answering. “I can’t, but thank you for the offer,” she said softly.
“You’re very quiet. Tell me what you’re fighting with.” Sarah swallowed hard to Sawyer’s statement and slumped into the leather seat. “Please sit up and look at me,” he stated decisively. There was nothing more frustrating than seeing a beautiful woman lose her confidence.
She squared her shoulders and faced him. “I can’t put it into words right at the moment, but I assure you it wasn’t anything you did or did not do. It’s actually been a very pleasurable night for me.”
Sawyer nodded and let it go sensing that Sarah was clearly struggling with her own demons. He had wanted to spend the night exploring her curves, but resigned himself to the fact he may just have to jerk himself off for release.
Arriving at her home, he walked her to the porch. Sarah unlocked her door slowly and turned to face Sawyer. With the moon shining in her glassy eyes and glinting off her hair, Sawyer leaned forward. She opened her mouth to say goodnight and he wrapped the fingers of one hand around the back of her neck and pressed his open lips to hers. She tried to pull away but Sawyer refused her denial. He was a patient man, but he wouldn’t be denied her kiss. Realizing her feeble attempts were useless, Sarah gave in to the forceful domination of his lips. Dusting his fingers up her smooth thigh, his hand moved under her dress to skim her hip and squeeze her waist. Sawyer continued to kiss her with a hunger that belied his outward calm, lingering and savoring every bit of her that she was allowing him to explore. He moved his mouth to her earlobe, grazing it with his teeth before ending their dreamy moment. The kiss obviously left Sarah weak and confused as she wobbled on her feet and held onto his biceps for stability.
“I wish I had this effect on all women,” Sawyer smiled down at her, proud of his effect on her.
With half-closed eyes, Sarah answered unequivocally, “You do, Sir, and don’t you ever doubt that.”
From Grace Street
Brutal Kiss
Leaning into him, Elsa closed her eyes and tipped her head forward. She wanted to feel his mouth on her and to taste the cigarette and mint again. Pulling back, a visible flicker of apprehension passed over his face.
“I’m not interested in anything other than fucking you. I want to make that perfectly clear.”
She thought she detected a hint of sadness in his eyes as he spoke, but he quickly recovered and focused on her with a hard glare. Content to just be his fuck for now, she held out hope. Maybe, just maybe… she shook her head. There was no room to think about the future.
“I understand,” her ironic tone concealed the mixed emotions she was feeling. Looking past him and out at the bright day, she countered, “I’m not looking for anything more, either.”
He gripped her chin, forcing her to face him. His deep-green eyes darkened as they locked eyes and an accusing smile flitted across his mouth. “If you intend on deceiving me, you’re going to have to try harder.”
Her mouth parted, her defense ready to spill out when Mr. Black’s mouth slammed down onto hers. He heaved her into his firm embrace and brutally ravished her mouth, his kiss punishing and angry. His tongue stabbed into her open mouth as his hand glided down her back to her nude ass, sending shivers of desire pulsing through her. Digging his fingers into her fleshy bottom, her moan of pain could barely be heard smothered against his lips. Elsa’s brain went blank and her body went limp in his arms. No one had ever kissed her so passionately before. She couldn’t think or breathe or move. All she could do was accept his forceful tongue in her mouth and his powerful embrace.
Tugging at her hair and undoing her bun, he withdrew from her to breathe against her greedy mouth, “I want your hair down at all times when in my presence,” before recapturing her lips again.
Yet another ridiculous rule. How many would there be? Elsa partitioned off a special folder in her brain titled Black’s Rules. She suspected it wouldn’t be long until the allotted space would be overflowing with absurd stipulations. She didn’t give a damn. She would follow his rules to the end of time so long as he kept kissing her the way he was.