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

Title ; His Word...Destiny

Book Three in the Trusted Saga

Release Date : Available now (buy link in "Books" heading)

EXCERPT ...

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?” I questioned.

“How do you know what I’m thinking, before I even say anything?”

“I can read your mind,” I waggled my eyebrows at her, and she grinned back at me when she realized I was joking.

“Okay, what am I thinking now, then?” she challenged with a raised brow.

“That you want me to ravage your body, again?” I asked hopefully, and raised my brows questioningly. She openly laughed, and I vowed to myself to make her do that more often. Her face softened, and her emerald eyes sparkled brightly when she laughed.

She pushed herself away from the seat she had claimed, and lazily swam over to where I was reclined, positioning her body to float outstretched above mine as she grasped the edge with her hands at either side of my head.

“Wrong,” she replied, and lowered her head to gently touch her luscious lips to mine. “Try again.” She lowered her head, and kissed me again, but this time she added her tongue, and caressed my mouth so deliciously, I grabbed the back of her head, and forced her to deepen the kiss.

“You want to ravage mine?” I answered when I let her lips leave mine. With a glint of mischief in her eye, one of her hands disappeared beneath the surface of the water, and wrapped around my thickening shaft.

“Correct.” Her mouth was on me again, while she pumped my shaft slowly, her palm gliding tantalizingly over the head of my cock on every upward stroke, matching the sensual stroke of her tongue plundering inside my mouth. And when she nipped along my bottom lip, I groaned, and my cock lurched, and thickened even further in her hand.

She maintained her hold on me, while she shifted to one side. She has something planned. I could see the naughty little twinkle in her eye.

“Lift up,” she demanded coyly. Who was I to deny her what she wants? While I began to raise myself up to where my cock would break the surface of the water, she positioned herself between my legs, and looked up, continuing to maintain her constant stroking, until the tip of my cock rose up out of the water.

Angelica continued her heated eye contact with me, while she lowered her lips, and took my cockhead in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the engorged head slowly, before she flicked it slowly, and sensuously across the slit in the top.

The groan of pleasure eliciting from the depths of her throat as she tasted me, almost drove me insane, and I wanted to plunge my cock right down her throat. But from the hesitant way she was going about tasting me, I knew without a doubt, she wasn’t used to having a cock down her throat, and I had to withhold the urge.

I mentally frowned, not sure why I would come to that conclusion given the fact I knew she had submitted to Buchanan. Wouldn’t he have had his cock down her throat at some point during her submission?

Then, as she slowly took more, and more of my heated length in her mouth, I was starting to rethink my decision to restrain myself, and my previously drawn conclusion. But when she hummed her pleasure along my shaft, and started slowly pumping her fist at the base of my thickness, that restraint went completely out the window, and I thrust upward, and grabbed the back of her head, groaning with undeniable enjoyment when I felt the tight constriction of the walls of her throat squeeze me as she swallowed me.

“Fuuuccck,” I hissed a breath through my teeth, and withdrew almost all the way out of her hot little mouth, before plunging back into the warm depths of her throat.

My fingers curled through her upswept hair, tangling messily when I clenched them tight, and I pulled, and tugged on her hair, controlling the tempo, and depth of my plunges. My cock vibrated when her moaning became more frequent, until I knew I was about as close to breaking point as I could get, before I exploded.

“Angelica?” Her emerald irises gleamed brightly, and I watched her hollow her cheeks as she sucked my entire length, until she released my cock with a popping sound, and grinned wickedly at me, while she continued to pump my solid flesh from base to tip.

She slid up, still pumping with her hand, until her breasts encompassed me, and she rocked her body back, and forth. She’s fucking my cock with her tits. Tit fucking wasn’t something I usually found overly enjoyable, but when she pushed her beautiful full breasts together, and I focused on the sight of my swollen cockhead as it emerged, and then retracted out of view over, and over, it was so fucking hot, I almost blew.

Angelica added a salacious flick of her tongue across the tip with every pass, and I growled impatiently. Withdrawing my cock from her tits, she licked around the underside of my sensitive head, while she murmured onto the head of my cock.

“I want to taste you.” The implication of her words were enough of an incentive, but seeing the matching desire in the depths of her dark green, desire filled eyes, sealed the deal. When she took me back in her mouth, I didn’t hold back, and within minutes she had me on the brink.

“I’m gonna give you what you want, Baby, swallow every drop---don’t waste any of it.” I thrust down her throat, and the head of my cock swelled as my balls tightened, and an animalistic roar wrenched from my chest as I filled her with my taste. She gagged, and swallowed, trying to keep up with the enormous volume of cum I was pumping and streaming down her throat, but some spilled from the corners of her lips, and her eyes filled with watery tears. My heart was thumping against my ribs so hard and fast, I was momentarily sapped of energy.

“Jesus, Angelica.” I didn’t have the breath required to continue right at that moment. She climbed back on top of me, swiping a drip of my thick, white seed from the side of her mouth with the edge of her finger, and I watched absolutely enthralled with seeing it disappear when she closed her lips over her finger, sucking it off, and pulling her finger out with a pop.

“Mmm. You taste---salty---sort of.” Is she fucking serious? She can’t be.

“You’re surprised?” my voice rose in curiosity. “Angelica, you have done that before, right?” Although I initially doubted it at the beginning, I brushed it aside very quickly when the rippling of her throat over the head of my cock distracted me. I definitely concluded that she did that before. After all, she was involved with Buchanan all those years ago. Then the realization she’d have sucked his cock the same way she just sucked me dry made its way through my head, and I suddenly hoped I was very wrong.

“Why? You seemed like you enjoyed it?” An element of self-doubt crept into her voice, and I sighed with relief, a delighted smile stretching my lips. Reaching under her arms, I dragged her sexy curves along the length of my body, until her chest rested against mine.

“Oh, Baby, I definitely enjoyed it. You can do that again any time you want.”

“I’m glad I can give you pleasure like you give me.” I wrapped my arms around her back, and held her tight against me.

“Baby, you can give me pleasure in ways you haven’t even considered yet.” And then I could have kicked myself when I saw the wary look in her eye. Damn. Too much---too soon. I moved out of the reclining seat, and turned the tables on her. I grinned wolfishly, as I lifted her body to float over to the edge.

“Reach your hands back, and hold onto the outside edge,” I instructed. Suspending her in the water with my hand supporting beneath her in the small of her back, she did what I told her, while I climbed in between her legs. “You’re turn,” I grinned hungrily.

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