His Word...Discovery ~ Book One in the Trusted Saga ~ (excerpt)

Title : His Word...Discovery

Book One in the Trusted Saga

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EXCERPT ...

Levi Webber

I sensed it the moment Samantha capitulated. I leaned forward, and lightly brushed her lips with mine.

“I feel like Cinderella,” she said in a shaky voice. “I feel as if this is all one big fairy tale, and I’m going to wake up with a pumpkin, and a pair of tennis shoes by my bed in the morning.”

I moved my lips to her chin, then along her jaw, until I reached the pearly white shell of her ear.

“It’s not a fantasy, Precious. Tonight is the real thing.” As I tangled my fingers in the silky tresses on the back of her head to move her closer, I refrained from letting her know that the bed I intended for her to wake up in tomorrow morning, was mine.

Returning my lips to hers, I again kissed her chastely, but applied a touch more pressure. Her soft lips resisted, but when I felt the tremble, I slipped my tongue in between them.

As Samantha opened her mouth to gasp, I took advantage of the moment, by covering her mouth with mine, and showing her my rising hunger.

At first she pulled away, but then, before I knew it, she gave into it. Her tongue tentatively probed for mine, and I eagerly sucked on it, drawing it farther into my mouth. Samantha lifted her hand up to the side of my face as she tilted hers to deepen our kiss.

I slid my own hand down, and cupped a perfectly formed breast. Through the fabric of her bodice, I could feel where the corset top ended, pushing the tantalizing globe up, and enhancing her abundant cleavage. Stroking my thumb across it, I felt her nipple harden underneath the hand-sewn crystals on her dress.

Smoothly sliding her bodice down, I savored the texture of her silky skin on my palm, before teasing the burgeoning pearl with the tips of my fingers. When Samantha made a sound of pleasure deep in her throat, I pinched it gently, pulling on it until it was hard, and erect.

“Oh, God,” she moaned.

I tore my lips away from hers, and captured the tight little peak between my lips as I bared her other breast, and squeezed the sweetly curved mound. Taking the nipple between my teeth, I bit it gently, while caressing it with my tongue. Samantha gripped my head with her fingers in my hair. She arched her back, pushing her breast farther into my mouth, urging me to bite her harder as she cried out in pleasure.

I decided that I had neglected her luscious lips for far too long. Reclaiming them, I licked them, and nipped at them, sucking them into my mouth. Her little tongue eagerly darted against mine as I slid my hand between her silken thighs. Immediately, she tensed up, clenching them tightly together, halting my progress.

“Tell me no,” I growled against her lips. “If you don’t want this, tell me, no, and I’ll stop.”

After a brief moment, she relaxed her thighs, and I spread them apart, as much as the material of her skirt would allow. My hand resumed its journey, slipping up her satin skin as I sought the core of her.

The scrap covering her mound was deliciously damp. Through the fabric, I stroked her, until her arousal was such that she started thrusting herself impatiently against my fingers. With a chuckle, I untied the cunning little bows on each side of the thong, unveiling her petal-smooth pussy to my touch.

Oh, she was wet. So very wet. She gasped when I parted her slippery soft lips, and discovered her clit. I teased it with my thumb, encouraging it to harden underneath my attentions.

When it was stiff, and erect, I slid my middle finger down her creamy folds, and slipped it into the hottest, and wettest part of her. Oh Christ, she is so tight! Slowly I fucked her with my finger, while I kept the tip of my thumb on her clit.

“Cum for me, Samantha,” I commanded, fucking her faster, and more deeply. “I want you to cum for me.”

Instantly she threw her head back, crying out as I felt the muscles in her pussy clench around my finger. My cock was straining so hard against my trousers, I was afraid I couldn’t bear it.

The thought of her milking it in the same way with her orgasm, was almost enough to make me explode.

As she started to come down, she tried to withdraw, but I kept her pinned to the seat with my hand. She whimpered in discomfort, but I knew it would be momentary, while I kept fingering her clit. I pulled her head against the back of the seat with my hand in her hair, and stared deep into her eyes.

“Oh, no,” I said roughly, as I stroked her clit harder. “We’ve only just started. One more.”

She closed her eyes, but I gripped her hair until she opened them again.

“Look at me.”

Samantha gazed at me, mesmerized.

I slid a second finger into her molten sheath, and fucked her ferociously, the lips of her pussy wet, and swollen against my hand. She gasped at each fierce stroke, her enormous eyes fixed on mine, and dark with desire.

Soon her hips were bucking, and meeting my every thrust, as if she were goading me into fucking her deeper, and harder. I could feel the tension building in her thighs, until Samantha erupted in a climax that was stronger, and more forceful than the one before. She nearly screamed in abandon, as each rhythmic wave washed over her.

When it was over, I stroked her hair, and kissed her tenderly on her lips. They looked red, and bruised, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman so beautiful in my life.

“That’s my girl,” I said softly, kissing her again.

She lay back against the seat, depleted, gazing at me with wonder.

At that moment, we both realized the car was at a standstill. Samantha sat up, and grasped her panties from where they had fallen on the floor. She looked at them helplessly, trying to figure out how to put them back on again under the form-fitting mermaid dress. I plucked them from her hand, and dangled them in front of her.

“I think I’ll keep these,” I said smoothly, as I tucked them in the inner pocket of my suit jacket.

“But...” she started to protest.

“I want to know that you’re naked under that dress,” my voice was firm. “I want you to see me looking at you, and thinking about what I just did to you...and what I’m going to do to you later.”

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