SEIZED Part 3: Steamy Romantic Suspense (Seize Me Romance Fiction Series) Read Online Free Page B
Author: JC Coulton
hum and twist around her hot center.
I can feel her winding up. I maintain the same pressure and speed, as I keep my eyes on her face and her movements. She’s going wild and yet I’m hardly moving my tongue, just holding her still and gently thrumming at her clit while she writhes around under me. She’s building slowly and steadily towards a peak I know is on its way.
Suddenly, I lose control. Watching her is not enough. I can’t restrain myself another minute. I rip at my clothes. I tell her to touch herself as I shed them quickly, my eyes feasting on the way her hands rove between her nipples and circle her clit. She’s looking me right in the eye and groaning. I can’t wait to slide my cock inside her. I pull at my stuck belt buckle in frustration.
The urgency between us is palpable. I feel my breathing get louder as I take her in; the way she’s moving, her already eyes half closed with pleasure as she strokes her wet pussy and opens her legs in invitation.
The moisture glistens on her fingertips, and my cock and balls twitch, yearning to get inside her. Finally, all my clothes are off, strewn every which way on the floor. I grab her behind the knees, pulling her into position underneath me.
“I want to hear you scream.”
I continue to whisper in her ear. I nudge at her wet, warm entrance with my rock hard cock, delivering hot breaths on her neck as she moans. I slide the tip of my cockhead inside her. She clenches in anticipation. Her lips find mine, and she pulls my face closer.
“Blake, I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
Her eyes are intense. She is so close now, so I don’t delay another moment. I plunge deeply inside her as we both cry out with relief. Her pussy is like a fist around me, squeezing and milking me. I inch back out before sinking myself in again to the root. I slide my hands under her ass and lift her into me, tipping her pelvis back so I can penetrate her deeper.
She’s so small in my arms; so tiny. I have to be careful. She’s getting noisy beneath me, breathing and groaning hard. She twists her hips in circles that make my cock ache inside her burning hotness. I need to feel her on top now; to see her breasts sway and dance as I spear her wetness.
I roll over, ensuring I don’t slip out, and pull her on top of me. She settles back down on my thick cock. Her hands are no longer shy as she touches herself. She bucks gently along my hard length, stroking her clit more quickly as I make her bounce on my hardness. She throws back her head, and starts to come, when someone pounds on the door.
We both freeze, my cock still buried inside her.
“Ignore it,” she whispers, eyes wide with interrupted pleasure.
But then the pounding starts again. Whoever it is, they’re not going away. She looks disappointed. The only word to describe how I feel is angry. It can be the officer alerting us to a problem, so we stop. We are part of a bigger issue, so I have to pay attention.
She slips on some yoga pants and a tank top, and makes her way to the bathroom. I’m up in a flash; clothes back on and gun in hand as I peer through the peephole to check.
“Who is it?”
A cool voice says steadily back to me, “Special Agent Jason Cooper, FBI. I’m here to interview Carrie James.”
I roll my eyes. What a douche. I dislike him already. Of course, there’s nothing I can do. I also don’t want to seem like a territorial hog, so I open the door.
“Miss James is just in the ladies room, Agent Cooper. Good to meet you. I’m Sergeant Blake Anderson.”
I hold out my hand to shake it and the guy catches my hand in a firm grasp, not too hard, not to soft. He’s unreadable. We’re both standing there eyeing each other when Carrie emerges from the bathroom.
“Sorry guys, just got back from a run.”
Her words remind me to ask the front doorman about her little escapade, but now is not the time.
I look warmly at her and say, “Okay, Carrie. Good to see you. I’ll leave you two
I can feel her winding up. I maintain the same pressure and speed, as I keep my eyes on her face and her movements. She’s going wild and yet I’m hardly moving my tongue, just holding her still and gently thrumming at her clit while she writhes around under me. She’s building slowly and steadily towards a peak I know is on its way.
Suddenly, I lose control. Watching her is not enough. I can’t restrain myself another minute. I rip at my clothes. I tell her to touch herself as I shed them quickly, my eyes feasting on the way her hands rove between her nipples and circle her clit. She’s looking me right in the eye and groaning. I can’t wait to slide my cock inside her. I pull at my stuck belt buckle in frustration.
The urgency between us is palpable. I feel my breathing get louder as I take her in; the way she’s moving, her already eyes half closed with pleasure as she strokes her wet pussy and opens her legs in invitation.
The moisture glistens on her fingertips, and my cock and balls twitch, yearning to get inside her. Finally, all my clothes are off, strewn every which way on the floor. I grab her behind the knees, pulling her into position underneath me.
“I want to hear you scream.”
I continue to whisper in her ear. I nudge at her wet, warm entrance with my rock hard cock, delivering hot breaths on her neck as she moans. I slide the tip of my cockhead inside her. She clenches in anticipation. Her lips find mine, and she pulls my face closer.
“Blake, I want you to fuck me like you mean it.”
Her eyes are intense. She is so close now, so I don’t delay another moment. I plunge deeply inside her as we both cry out with relief. Her pussy is like a fist around me, squeezing and milking me. I inch back out before sinking myself in again to the root. I slide my hands under her ass and lift her into me, tipping her pelvis back so I can penetrate her deeper.
She’s so small in my arms; so tiny. I have to be careful. She’s getting noisy beneath me, breathing and groaning hard. She twists her hips in circles that make my cock ache inside her burning hotness. I need to feel her on top now; to see her breasts sway and dance as I spear her wetness.
I roll over, ensuring I don’t slip out, and pull her on top of me. She settles back down on my thick cock. Her hands are no longer shy as she touches herself. She bucks gently along my hard length, stroking her clit more quickly as I make her bounce on my hardness. She throws back her head, and starts to come, when someone pounds on the door.
We both freeze, my cock still buried inside her.
“Ignore it,” she whispers, eyes wide with interrupted pleasure.
But then the pounding starts again. Whoever it is, they’re not going away. She looks disappointed. The only word to describe how I feel is angry. It can be the officer alerting us to a problem, so we stop. We are part of a bigger issue, so I have to pay attention.
She slips on some yoga pants and a tank top, and makes her way to the bathroom. I’m up in a flash; clothes back on and gun in hand as I peer through the peephole to check.
“Who is it?”
A cool voice says steadily back to me, “Special Agent Jason Cooper, FBI. I’m here to interview Carrie James.”
I roll my eyes. What a douche. I dislike him already. Of course, there’s nothing I can do. I also don’t want to seem like a territorial hog, so I open the door.
“Miss James is just in the ladies room, Agent Cooper. Good to meet you. I’m Sergeant Blake Anderson.”
I hold out my hand to shake it and the guy catches my hand in a firm grasp, not too hard, not to soft. He’s unreadable. We’re both standing there eyeing each other when Carrie emerges from the bathroom.
“Sorry guys, just got back from a run.”
Her words remind me to ask the front doorman about her little escapade, but now is not the time.
I look warmly at her and say, “Okay, Carrie. Good to see you. I’ll leave you two
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