His Word...Destiny ~ Book Three in the Trusted Saga ~ (excerpt)

Title : His Word...Destiny

Book Three in the Trusted Saga

Release date : Available now (purchase link under "Books" heading)

EXCERPT ...

I drank in her taste with long licks of my tongue, while I ground my hips in a circular motion against her opened thighs. My cock felt like a steel rod, burning hot like molten metal, and throbbing painfully as I continued to grind.

There was no mistaking what I wanted. It was primal. My cock wanted in, and it wanted in, now. I kept her lips in my seductive seal, thrusting in conjunction with the grind of my hip. Her soft whimpers urged me to pull at the waistband of her jeans. I broke the seal of my kiss to whisper along her lips.

“What in the hell possessed you to wear jeans knowing I was coming home?”

“I---didn’t---think,” she breathed her apology along my lips. My fingers finally found the button holding them together, and I shoved it aside, and slid the zip down as I crushed her lips beneath my hungry mouth. Pulling on the opened jeans, I separated the opening as far as the material would allow it to stretch.

I couldn’t resist temptation. The heat radiating from her pussy was messing with my brain function, and I pushed my hand in underneath the band of her panties to reach my fingers in to slide over her needy little clit.

She’s so fucking hot, and wet. The heat of her radiated into my palm as I slid one finger through her separated lips, and groaned into her mouth when I slipped straight through to penetrate one knuckle deep in her hot creamy juices.

I wanted to keep my finger in that hot little honey pot, but her jeans became an unwanted barrier, and they needed to be dispensed with. With a groan of urgency, I pulled my finger out, and tugged roughly on her jeans.

She lifted her hips, and I managed to tug them down, and over her ass, giving me room to open her up. I left them bunched up on her mid-thigh, restricting her leg movements, but not restricting my access to her creamy little honey pot.

I slid my thumb through her juices, and flicked it over her concealed hard little clit, groaning with pleasure when I felt her body jolt beneath me with each flick.

I need a taste. I dragged my mouth away from her swollen lips, and slid down her body, my thumb continuing to play with her wet pussy, keeping her ready for me, while my other hand busily pushed the denim further down her legs to gather at her ankles.

The scent of her arousal pushed my senses into overdrive. I drove my tongue down through the top of her slippery slit, and licked down with one sweeping movement, groaning in ecstasy when I was rewarded with a flow of her tasty warm cream covering my tongue.

“Fuck you taste so fucking good.” My tongue lapped, and licked the entire length of her slit, swallowing the crème she covered me with. I felt the frustration in her as she kicked with her legs, trying to get the jeans down enough to slip over her feet. But at the same time, her hands were firm at the back of my head, holding my face tight against her cunt, her fingers kneading my scalp, and gripping my hair, to keep me in place as she thrust, and gyrated on my tongue.

“Oh, God…,” she gasped. I held her hips firmly with both hands, while she trembled, and jolted through her first orgasm, flooding my mouth with her warm juices as she cried out, and pushed her hips up, forcing her juicy pussy into my mouth. After the initial peak subdued, she tried to pull away from the intensity of her orgasm.

“No---Stop---No more…,” she gasped, and begged me to stop. I held my grip firm, while I drank every last drop. When I had my fill, I kissed her clit, and smiled when I felt the faint tremor course through her. I continued to kiss her over her belly button---pushing her shirt up to kiss the underside of each plump breast as they rose into the air with every breath she took.

She’s not wearing a bra. Using my teeth, I grazed each nipple in turn, and trailed my tongue up toward her throat, peeling her top off, and throwing it out of my way. I saw the frenetic beat of her elevated pulse in the little hollow at the base of her elegant little throat. When I reached the side of her face, and my lips were near her ear, I whispered.

“Tonight hasn’t even begun yet, Baby.” She opened her legs wide giving me the access she thought I wanted, but that wasn’t how I wanted her. I groaned when a surge thickened my already hardened shaft trapped inside my pants, when the heat of her beckoned through the straining material. She’s so wet, and tempting.

“I like a nice wet cunt, Angelica.” I crushed her lips beneath me, taking possession, kissing her with a passion that took me by surprise, while I inserted my finger in her creamy warmth. She pushed her beautifully bare pussy against my hand, matching the rhythm of my finger.

I need to taste her again. I pulled my finger out, and put it in my mouth. Her eyes widened when I sucked her juices from the length of my finger.

“Do you know how fucking good you taste?” I growled. I couldn’t get enough of her. I was absolutely, positively addicted to her unique taste. With eyes still wide, she slowly shook her head.

“No.” I pushed my hand back between her legs, swirling my finger through her juices, before inserting it again, grinning at her expression when she realized what I was about to do. Withdrawing my finger, I brought it up to her lips.

“Open.” There was only a slight hesitation, before her lips parted. I thrust my finger through, and caressed over her warm, moist tongue. “Taste yourself, Baby. See how sweet you taste?”

She tentatively closed her lips around my finger, and sucked gently, her tongue slowly licking around the width of my finger. She looked up at me through her thick black lashes, and I was a goner, drowning in the deepening emerald of her eyes.

I pulled my finger out, and wound my fingers through the thickness of her soft hair, before I yanked her head back roughly, and sealed her lips with mine, swallowing her moan of desire.

My cock was straining under the fabric of my pants, throbbing painfully, and pumping with the promise of being up inside her beautiful warm cunt. If it gets any harder, my fucking pants are going to split.

“I want you at the edge of the bed.” I grabbed her wrist, and pulled on her arm, until she was sitting right on the edge. Now I’m going to push her.

Her eyes flicked up to watch my fingers work on the knot of my tie. There was a brief sweep of fear through her eyes when I unraveled it, and snapped it hissing from around my collared neck.

Using one hand, I grabbed hold of her wrist again, and folded her arm behind her back. I watched her intently to ensure I wasn’t pushing her too far. The minute I see fear cloud over the curious gleam, I’ll stop, but for the moment, they were shining brightly---and that was promising.

I leaned forward, and grasped her other wrist, folding that arm behind her back to join the other. Her eyes widened fractionally, and her breathing was changing.

“Trust me,” I pleaded gently. There was fragments of trust reflected in her eyes. I vowed not to push too far, or too fast. Reaching around with my tie in my hand, I wrapped it quickly around both her wrists, securing her hands tightly behind her back. I gave a quick tug, ensuring it wasn’t going to loosen. I haven’t lost my touch, even though it’s been a while.

With one hand beneath her chin, I tilted her head up, and kissed her passionately, taking my time to taste her velvety warmth, and silently reassure her. I pulled back, and looked her directly in the eye.

“Okay?” I searched her face for any tell-tale signs that she was going to freak out on me. She was wary, maybe even a little scared, but with a slight nod of her head, she reassured me she was still okay for me to continue.

Her slender throat was working hard, swallowing furiously. She didn’t speak, and I kept a watchful eye on her, while I stood in front of her, and unbuckled my belt, before lowering my zipper.

She kept an eagle eye on every movement I made, only glancing up at me when I freed my hardened cock. I was standing so close to her, the glistening head of my pulsating flesh almost touched against her inviting lips. Wrapping one hand around the base of my shaft, I made one squeezing stroke from base to tip, squeezing out a few more droplets of pre-cum.

“Open.” She looked quickly down at my cock at my gruff command, before looking back up through those thick lashes of hers, while she parted her lips. Sliding the head of my cock into the warmth of her mouth had my hand automatically gravitating to wind through, and grab a fist full of hair at the back of her head. “Take all of me, Angelica.” With one thrust, I buried my cock down her throat, and my eyes closed briefly when I felt the constriction of her throat surround my cock. So fucking hot. Both of my hands were winding through her silky strands, absently clenching, and tangling through the thickness, while my hips thrust back, and forth, sliding my length in, and out of the tight walls of her elegantly slender throat.

One hand cupped around the back of her delicate neck, holding her firm when the need to fuck her mouth overwhelmed me. She has to learn to take me the way I need her to.

My cock was glistening with her saliva, strings of it hanging down between her lips, and the engorged head of my cock when I pulled right out of her mouth to prolong my enjoyment.

The hunger to blow right down her throat almost made me lose control. And I will---but not yet. I want this to last---to enjoy the warm depths of her mouth for a little longer. So fucking good. Fuck. My restraint was weakening. I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and grasped both her shoulders.

“On your knees,” I demanded tightly. I tugged on her, and she stood momentarily, before she lowered herself down to kneel on the plush pile of the carpet at my feet. Her hair was so long, it covered her bound hands behind her back. With one hand, I swiftly swept the entire length over her left shoulder. This has got to be fucking tied up.

I tried to position it all so it didn’t cover her left breast, but gave up when my cock surged with the urge to be buried back down the tight confines of her throat.

The image she presented when kneeling so beautifully at my feet with her hands tied behind her back, was a vision to behold. When I fed my saliva-sticky cock back through her lips, and plunged down her tight channel, I burned her acquiescent image into the back of my mind. My balls were so tight, they were going to end up retracting into my stomach if I didn’t release soon.

“Swallow every drop, Baby.” My head rolled back, and my fists clenched at the back of her head as the first stream jettisoned down her throat. After the first expanding stream, I pulled back, and filled her mouth, instead of cutting off her breath. Her throat worked furiously to swallow the copious amount of my seed.

My breathing was labored---as was Angelica’s---but for the opposite of reasons. Angelica was wound as tight as a string on a bow. She was fidgeting, and starting to look uncomfortable.

Withdrawing my relieved cock out of her mouth, I reached down, and grasped underneath her arms, assisting her to her feet. I whispered one thing, before I sealed her lips with my mouth.

“Now the night has begun.” Cradling the back of her neck, my tongue drove a determined path through her lips, melding her lips beneath mine as I swallowed her little moans, and stroked my fingers through her wet, and swollen outer lips, until I located the hardened bud of her clit.

Her moans became so loud when I applied constant pressure in a circular motion, that I wasn’t able to swallow the sounds. She tried to arch her bare pussy against the heel of my palm, seeking more pressure. Her moans turned into whimpers when the warmth of her juices slowly trickled down to cover my palm.

She gasped for breath as a wave of arousal built her temptingly toward her orgasm.With one swift movement, I clutched her to me with one arm around her back, concentrating my efforts to elicit a shattering orgasm, leaving her chest heaving with her pants, and her legs weak.

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