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 ...

The steam rising from the hot water flowing in the shower began to fog up around us, shrouding us in seductive furls as it billowed, and floated out of the recess. She shrugged her shoulders back, and her robe slipped down her arms, and fell in a soft puddle at her feet.

My fingers flew to the button at the waist band of my jeans, and I was tugging the zip down at the same time I began to push them over my hips, while holding her gaze. She reached her hands up to the sides of her head, gathering up her abundant strands to form a pony tail around the back, her plump breasts jiggling enticingly with the action, while she tied it with the thick industrial strength cord I’d come to know.

I reached behind me, and gripped the collar of my shirt, efficiently pulling the garment over my head, before I threw it impatiently to the floor, and reached for her hand. Altering the temperature of the water, I pulled her in behind me.

“Come here,” I growled at her, and crushed her to me. My arms tightened around her, while I swallowed her exclamation of surprise, sealing her lips, and forcing my tongue in to stroke long, and slow against hers in her mouth.

My cock lurched, trapped between our bodies. She wound her arms up around my neck, and slowly dragged her long, sharp nails across my broad shoulders. Hard enough I knew it was going to leave marks. Hard enough that pure unadulterated arousal exploded in a flash through me, expanding my throbbing cock. Hard enough that I could think of nothing but being balls deep inside her.

I grasped the cheeks of her ass in both hands, and lifted her off the tiled floor. She instinctively wrapped her shapely, smooth legs around my waist, and I ran my left hand along the underside of her upper thigh, before I positioned my greedy cock to run through her moist lips, pushing her wet folds apart to hug around the head of my engorged flesh.

With a gentle thrust of my hips, I felt her warm, dark haven surround the head of my cock, gripping, and sucking me in deeper. I groaned, and thrust hard, and her gasp at my sudden intrusion was lost in the sound of the water raining down on us.

Her slippery warmth enveloped me, urging me to pump, and thrust fast, but I remained slow, wanting to elicit more of those guttural moans of desire coming from the depths of her throat.

I eagerly swallowed them, along with her sweet mouth juices. Fuck those noises are turning me on. Her legs tightened around me, and her barely audible whimpering gave me an indication she wasn’t too far away from her first orgasm. Once she succumbed to the allure of that first one, her body would be more responsive, and I would easily extract a second. I’m going to be mean tonight. Two is all I’m allowing her.

“Fuck you’re so wet, Angelica.” I turned a fraction, away from one of the jets spraying out water. Allowing her body to gravitate backwards to lie supported on my forearms, was halted mid-way with her gripping onto my shoulders with a doubtful look on her face, and alarm showing in her eyes. “I won’t let you fall, Baby---let go---I’ve got you.” She relaxed her grip on my shoulders, and let her hands slide down my upper arms, her lids languidly closing, while I supported her weight on my arms from behind her. This angle is much better. I thrust hard, and her eyes flew open as she gasped.

Her skin was flushed, and I knew it wasn’t from the warmth of the water. Her lips parted slightly, and she closed her eyes once again, absently tilting her head backwards when her arousal grew. Her legs were tightening where they were wrapped around at the top of my hips, her heels digging harder into my clenching buttocks. She’s so close.

I supported her upper body with just one arm now. If she realized, she didn’t let on. Her mouth parted a little more, her brow creasing with a pained look of pleasure. Placing my free hand between us, flat on her abdomen, I used my thumb to put pressure on her swollen clit. Knowing she was about to release her first real moan, I told her to cum.

“Come for me, Baby---give me what’s mine.” I thrust hard, and my name wrenched from her lips while her fingers dug in my hardened biceps, and she shuddered over my rigid shaft, her crème coating the length of me as the walls of her tight depth clenched around me, and held me in, rippling, and squeezing so hard over my length, I almost lost control.

Fuck. That was so close. But that’s not where I wanted to spill tonight. I’d been dreaming, and fantasizing about her ass for weeks. I needed her beautiful, tight little butt tonight. The languid pleasured look on her face filled me with pride. I put that look on her face. What in the hell is wrong with me? Of course I can put that look on her face. I can put it on any woman’s face, and had done so on many occasions. Why does it feel so damn special that I’d put it on hers? Because you fucking love her, dickface!

I groaned. Was I getting sappy in my old age? My cock lurched inside her when she clenched around me, as an aftershock from her orgasm jolted through her, bringing me back to the situation at hand.

Her breasts were still rising, and falling rapidly, while she tried to catch her breath, coming down from the heights of her climactic release. With both arms securely back behind her, I levered her upper body back up against me, so her breasts touched my chest, and I felt her hardened nipples on my flesh through the mat of dark hair spread across my broad width.

“You need to turn around.” Her brows furrowed with a show of curiosity at my growled direction, but she relaxed the hold of her legs from around my waist, and unhooked her ankles. I touched my lips softly to hers, running my tongue along her bottom lip. “Just trust me,” I whispered along her lips. Now her brows were furrowing deeper, while she thought about my request for her to trust me. That’s the last thing I wanted. I didn’t want her to think about what I was going to do. I just wanted her to trust that I wouldn’t harm her in any way. But we haven’t had that talk yet. It was long overdue.

With eager anticipation, I eased my pulsating hardness slowly out of her warmth, and let her slide down my body, until her feet were back on the tiled floor. Gripping her shoulders, I kissed her slowly, passionately, only releasing her after her breathing increased once again with tell-tale signs of arousal.

The mesmerizing emerald-green of her irises darkened beneath her lust-filled lids. I turned her slowly, until she was facing away from me, and glanced fleetingly down at her tempting curves. My cock throbbed intensely, and doubled in thickness. I stepped up behind her, and pressed my hard length along her lower back.

“I’m picking you up.” She glanced over her shoulder, still with a little frown of curiosity softly creasing across her brow.

“Levi?” She needs a little distraction first. Picking her up, I was still amazed how slight she was.

“Trust me, Baby.” I probed through her swollen outer lips with the heated head of my cock, easily slipping through them, seeking the heat of her entrance. I’ll have to prepare her first.

I sunk into her, slowly, relishing every inch as she swallowed me up. When I was seated in her warmth down to my balls, I spread my hands around her ribs, my fingers just brushing the underside of her heaving breasts, my thumbs digging in around the back of her ribcage.

Thrusting with smooth, slow strokes, it wasn’t long before I heard the pleasurable moans that I loved so much coming from her again. The oil was in the recess, but I wasn’t able to reach it. I whispered heatedly behind her ear.

“I need you to grab that bottle of oil for me, Baby.”

“What do you need the oil for?” she gasped breathlessly, curiosity tinged with some suspicion prompting her to question me.

“Just trust me, Baby,” I whispered back. She hesitated. So I urged her again. “The oil, Angelica.”

“Tell me why you want the oil.” Okay. She wants to know.

“Because tonight---right now---I’m going to fuck that delectable little ass of yours.” She gasped, and turned her head to flick me a “no-you’re-not” look over her shoulder. She tried to wriggle, but I held her firm. “Angelica---with, or without the oil---your ass is mine tonight---I suggest you pass it over.”

“Levi, I don’t think…”

“That’s your problem, Baby.” Her jaw dropped open, but I cut her off, before she could protest any more. “Stop thinking---Start feeling.” I turned her, and leaned forward enough that I reached the oil myself. Her eyes were as wide as saucers.

“Levi…” I decided we’d talked enough, and flipped the lid of the bottle open. Her eyes widened further when I poured a healthy amount to run down her lower back, and through the crease of her butt.

Snapping the lid closed, I allowed the bottle to drop down to the tiled floor. Her eyes flickered down, following the path of the bottle, until I ran my thumb down between her firm cheeks, and brushed the tip of it over her anus, and they flew back up to mine, growing larger.

I toyed with her for a while---continuously thrusting in, and out of her juicy little pussy to ensure she was becoming used to feeling my touch over her tight forbidden entrance. On the next pass over her tight little hole, I pushed the tip of my thumb in, and held it still. She immediately tensed at the unfamiliar intrusion.

“I don’t...”

“Shh---Just relax. You’ll love it---I promise.” She shot me a skeptical look, but I noticed the flush of excited arousal on her face. I moved my thumb just a little, inserting it a little more. “Push back on me---it’ll help make this easier,” I instructed. She put her hands flat out on the glass wall in front of her, and when I inserted my thumb all the way up her back passage, she twisted her head around to plead with me.

“Levi---please…” With one hard thrust of my cock, I moved my thumb in to the hilt, catching her off guard. “Ohh,” she gasped pleasantly with surprise while her lids closed over her beautiful eyes. That was encouraging. Then they flew open, and she made direct eye contact with me over her shoulder. “You’re not going to fit…” They widened as much as before---the size of dinner plates, while she fixated, and dwelled on the thought.

“Baby, I’ll fit---believe me.” Maintaining the slow thrusts gradually began to take her mind away from the fact she thought I was too big. I calmly retracted my thumb, and she sighed with what sounded suspiciously like relief. I brought two fingers up, and leisurely inserted them. “Breathe, Baby---that’s it---push back, Honey…” I kept talking to her. She was listening to my voice behind her ear. She may be hesitant---or a little scared--- but she was doing what I asked of her, without giving it too much thought. And her body was starting to respond. Her body told me it wanted what I wanted to give it. Even if she didn’t actually think she did.

Words of encouragement tumbled out of my mouth, one after the other, softly, slowly, whispering them along her slender neck behind her ear.

Releasing one arm from around her, I increased the pressure of the one that remained securely wrapped beneath her breasts, holding her firmly against me, while I eased my aching cock out her slick warmth.

She immediately spun her head around, doubt clouding her beautiful features. I watched her reaction closely. As much as I wanted it, if she freaked out too much, I’ll stop. Her teeth were nervously scraping along her bottom lip, but she didn’t protest. Not even when I slid my cock along her perineum, until my cockhead was resting up against the tight, puckered round of her anus. I was very liberal with the oil---it was extremely slick.

“Push back on me, Baby.” She looked worried, but also fascinated. More importantly, she did what she was told. My brow creased with the slightest of frowns when I felt the head of my cock push passed the tight outer rim of her ass, and I clenched my jaw as my eyes narrowed in ecstasy.

Oh, fuck. She’s so fucking tight. Now that I’d penetrated a little, I held back, letting her become accustomed to the stretched feeling. I reached around, and found her needy little clit---hard, and swollen, and in desperate need of some direct stimulation. Her gasp of my name as I put pressure on her sweet little bud was all the encouragement I could endure.

“Baby, I need to fuck you---push back on me.” She obliged. And slowly I sunk into her. She flinched, and I immediately stopped. “Breathe, Baby.”

“You’re too big,” she declared in protest.

“Breathe---focus---I’ll fit.” I buried my lips along the heated flesh at the back of her delicate neck, and nipped sharply with my teeth. When she yelped, I pushed in deeper, and stopped still. I let my fingers work on her clit, before sliding down her slit, and plunging two fingers, two knuckles deep in her crème.

“Levi…” Her breathless voice was music to my ears, and an eager grin spread along my lips. She was starting to pant, and I felt the surges through my cock buried so deep in her ass, I almost exploded just envisioning it. Fuck.

“Oh---Oh...” Curling the tips of both fingers, I spread her juices through to coat over her burgeoning nub of sensitized nerves, flicking slickly over the top with just the right amount of pressure to increase her whimpers.

Those guttural whimpers were my markers. When I knew she was close, I began to fuck her, making sure not to neglect stimulating her clit. My fingers slid through her creamy folds, and up in her molten pussy, while my thrusts increased in her ass.

Holy fuck. It was heaven on earth---and I was really straining to maintain control. Her cries echoed through the bathroom as she convulsed around my fingers, tightening the grip around my cock in her ass, and I knew within a split second, I’d be unloading.

I thrust hard one last time, and pumped her so hard with my seed, I didn’t think I was ever going to stop. Her lungs were expanding, and contracting furiously. Just like mine. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t form the words yet. I needed a minute to recover, and come down from my own mind bending climax.

Fucking hell. I’ve never been rendered speechless. My labored breath fell over her shoulder, while I rested my face at the back of her neck, trying to catch my breath.

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