The Death Lords, Volumes 1-3: His Wild Desire, Her Secret Pleasure, Their Private Need Read Online Free

continues, “Open your mouth and suck on it like a straw but not too strong.”
    I do as he instructs. His hand curves around my head to cup it as I swallow as much of him as I can. It’s not very much, the tip and maybe an inch more but he seems to love it. His hand comes around to my cheek where he must feel his dick inside my mouth. It’s getting me so excited that I have to touch myself.
    “This turning you on, Chels?” he says, his voice stretched thin as if he’s in pain. I nod, not wanting to take his dick out of my mouth. I want this to be so good for him that he won’t be able to look at another girl. “God. God. This feels so goddamned good. I knew it would be like this. Knew it.” He pulled out of my mouth. I tried to follow him as he moved away.
    “Wasn’t I doing it right?”
    “Any righter and I’d be coming down your throat, but Chelsea, sweetness, I gotta be in your pussy before I die.” He shucks the rest of his clothes and pulls me to my feet. “This time is going to be quick but I can go all night the next round. ’Kay?”
    I nod. “I trust you, Grant.”
    He closes his eyes and breathes deep a few times to gather some control.
    “Raise your hands.” His words are a harsh command but he means no insult. From the ruddy slash of color across his cheekbones and the heaving of his chest, I can tell he’s almost at the end of his tether. I put my arms up and in two seconds, he’s got me down to my bra and panties. “You’re a fucking tease,” he groans dropping to his knees. He pushes my breasts together and mouths one and then the other over the lightly padded cotton. “You walk around in your tight tanks and your itty bitty pieces of string you call panties tormenting me daily. I have wood nonstop.”
    From some unknown well of courage, I reach behind my back and loosen the hook. He groans at the sight of my unbound breasts. The first touch of his tongue against my nipple has me crumpling at his feet. He joins me on the floor.
    “Like I said, this first time is going to be fast but you’re going to love everything else tonight.”
    He rolls a condom on his hard, frighteningly large penis and carries me to the bed, where he tosses my panties aside. A little roughly, he fingers me with one digit and then another. The stretching of my virgin skin is painful and a cry escapes me.
    “Shh,” he whispers. “It’ll be all right. I’m going to make it all right for you.”
    His fingers scissor apart as he tries to prepare me for that big dick of his. When he presses the blunt ahead against my tight entrance, I panic and press at him with my palms.
    “I don’t think I’m ready,” I say. “It’s never going to fit.”
    “Baby, baby,” he croons. “It’s going to fit. It’s how you’re made. You’ll stretch to accommodate me. It’ll be good. Doesn’t this feel good?”
    His fingers find my button, the one I always press when I’m ready to go and it does feel good. It feels fucking amazing. I was right. It is so much better when it’s his hand rather than mine.
    “Yes,” I admit with a sigh. Relaxing and arching into his touch, I encourage him. “That’s good. Don’t stop.”
    “Don’t you worry. I’m going to take care of you.” He pushes his penis a little farther in, all the while playing my button like it’s an instrument. He strums and plucks and squeezes and then does it all over again. All the while he pushes inside me.
    “You all the way in?” I ask timidly, feeling fully stretched.
    He half laughs, half groans. “Not even a half.”
    He leans down and starts kissing me again. And with his mouth on mine, I forget a lot of things because it’s so erotic having his tongue inside my mouth. He’s invading me, not allowing me to hide or protect even the smallest, most private parts. As he kisses me, plays with me, thrusts against me, my lower body gives like he said it would and there’s a flood of lubrication. Finally, the wiry hair of his body is