Caress Part Three (Arcadia Book 3) Read Free Page B

knee me in the gonads and get
herself off before she’d let herself be manipulated like that.
    I couldn’t find it in me to want her any other way.
    Still, a man has to do what a man has to do.
    Slap!
    Before she could react, I switched gears again and rubbed
first one cheek, then the other, kneading and stroking her.
    “You look so gorgeous, sweetheart,” I crooned. “Your ass is
pink, your pussy is hot and swollen. You’re so wet that your juices are
dripping down the insides of your thighs. Do you have any idea what all that
does to me?”
    It turned me into a raging mass of testosterone, my balls so
tight that they felt about to burst and my cock so hard that I could feel it
pulse with every ragged beat of my heart. I could only hope that she didn’t
realize how far gone I really was.
    Her legs quivered and I wondered suddenly how much longer
she’d be able to stay upright. That she was still doing so, her hands gripping
the edge of the counter and her breath coming in shallow pants, was all the
permission I needed.
    Giving a silent prayer of thanks that she was still with me,
I positioned myself behind her and arched her hips just a little more. With an
arm wrapped around her waist, I took hold of my cock and rubbed the crest along
her swollen slit.
    She jerked, not away but closer, squirming against me. “Aaargh…Lucas…please!”
    The feel of those hot, slick lips all along my length made
me grind my teeth. I gave her the first inch or so, then forced myself to stop
even as her sweet, greedy cunt clutched at me.
    Sweat beaded on my forehead and ran down into my eyes. I
blinked it away and arched over her, my chest against her back.
     “You like that, baby?” I murmured. “You want more?”
    “Oh, god, yes! All of you, please!”
    Blood roared in my ears but I held on, if only barely. I’d
come this far, I wasn’t about to give up now. Not when the stakes were as high
as they were.
    “I meant what I said about you needing to learn a lesson. It’s
all about trust, sweetheart. I trust you, you trust me, it goes both ways.”
    I slid a little deeper into her and stopped again. “Do you
trust me?”
    She was silent for a moment before she cried out, “Yes! I
do…mostly. I don’t know!”
    That last part was almost a wail. Her whole body trembled and
the catch in her voice told me that she was close to coming undone.
    She was so damned used to trusting no one but herself. And
for good reason, considering everything she’d been through. However much I
wished otherwise, I couldn’t expect her to set that aside in the space of just
a few days.
    But she did have to understand what I needed from her even
if the fact that I did shocked me to the core.
    Taking hold of both her hips, I drove into her with a single
hard thrust. As I did so, I grunted, “You can trust me, Emma, I swear.”
    I pulled almost all the way out and thrust again, burying
myself in her balls deep. The sensation of her tight, hot pussy gripping me was
so intense that every muscle in my body clenched.
    “I’ll never do anything to hurt you,” I grated and knew to
the depths of my being that I meant it.
    Again, I stroked deep into her.
     “But don’t shut me out, baby,” My voice sounded like it had
been dragged over sandpaper. I could scarcely breathe. But I couldn’t stop. Reaching
around, I stroked her swollen clit.
    “Understand?”
    Another wail broke from her. “Yes! I don’t…I won’t… please! ”
    Her pussy spasmed, squeezing along all my shaft and swollen
head. Bolts of raw, hot pleasure shot from my cock straight up my spine to the
base of my brain.
    Gripping her hips, I drove into her again and again. Her
luscious breasts bobbed with the force of my thrusts. Sweat slicked us both.
    I felt powerful, indomitable, a fucking god! My head reared
back and as it did, I caught sight of her bright red panties hanging from the
kitchen cabinet. They might as well have been a flag waved in front of a bull.
    The orgasm that