Kit & Rogue (The Sons of Dusty Walker) Read Free

teased as they worked their way closer to that part of him that was straining for attention. Her hands were busy also, rubbing his muscles, kneading his flesh, sharp kitten nails scoring the sensitive area around his own flat nipples. The woman was serious in her bid to undo him.
    When she arrived at destination zero, his cock was already throbbing–waiting, laying heavy against his lower abdomen. He arched his back, offering himself to her. “Don’t make me beg.” The smile on her face was an aphrodisiac in itself, he loved seeing the self-assurance as she loved him. One thing he vowed she’d never feel was uncertainty in his bed. His aim was to make her feel safe, needed, and give her pleasure until she was screaming from it.
    At the first swipe of her tongue, Rogue could feel the muscles of his thighs clench. And when she opened those pretty pink lips and encased the head of his dick, he lost his breath. “Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned as she milked his cock in the damp heaven of her mouth. Holding his gaze with eyes full of promises, Kit let her tongue caress the flared crest, swirling underneath and dipping her tongue into the tiny slit–she was driving him insane.
    Quicksilver darts of her tongue rubbed the sensitive flesh and when she began to stroke, Rogue couldn’t keep his hips still. Over and over again, she lashed him, her lips forming the sweetest suction, drawing him deep into the warmth of her throat. “Oh yeah, baby, suck harder.” The words emerged through gritted teeth. “You’re so good, my beautiful girl.”
    Kit had no problem giving him what he asked for. She loved his taste–exotic, slightly salty–all man. Between licks, she suckled on him, always wanting more. Rogue’s groans of pleasure only made her hotter, and when he praised her, she would’ve walked through hot coals for him. Taking him farther into her mouth, she sought to please him, swallowing around him, bobbing her head to the primal rhythm that fueled her blood. When she used her tongue to sweep the underside, he jerked, his bellow of satisfaction echoing in the room. “Fuck, yea, baby.” Without thinking, he gave one mighty yank and freed his hands so he could tangle his fingers in her hair.
    Kit didn’t protest, she was pleasing him and that knowledge was an aphrodisiac. She wanted him so much, the hunger made her bold. Stopping, Kit let him slip from her lips. His groan of protest made her smile. “Hold on, I’ll be back. I just need you too.” Stripping off her remaining clothes, she reversed herself on his big body, settling her throbbing pussy right over his mouth.
    “Fuck, yea, a little lower,” he directed. As she sat on his face, he immediately dove in, using his lips, tongue and teeth to rock her world. She returned to her task, sucking him deep, wanting as much of him as she could get. It was harder to keep her concentration as he feasted at her pussy–but she was having too much fun not to try. Cupping his tight sack, she rolled his balls between her fingers, exploring softly. Everything she did for him, he repaid ten-fold–licking, kissing, tunneling his tongue up her aching channel as his cock jerked in her mouth. Kit began to stroke him from the base to where her lips were on his flesh, dual action attention specifically designed to make his toes curl. His answer was to fasten his mouth on her clit and draw–circling his tongue around and around–making her hips flex as she moved on top of him.
    Rogue swelled on her tongue and his own hips began to move, thrusting upward. They were both in the throes of ecstasy, taking and giving–receiving and reciprocating–pleasure for pleasure. With one last mighty thrust, Rogue came–his hot cum spurting down Kit’s throat. She swallowed, taking it all as her pussy clenched, trying desperately to capture his spearing tongue deep within her. Neither of them were in any hurry to stop, nuzzling and kissing until they were spent and satiated.
    Tugging her