by Lora Leigh
“Look at it this way,” Kane muttered behind him. “At least you have a reason for being pussy-whipped. No need to be ashamed.”
Taber eyed him in irritation. “You know, Kane, when Sherra finally decides to show you what you keep daring her to, I’m going to enjoy giving you back every smart-assed remark you’ve ever made. Count on that.”
“Meow.” Kane chuckled. “Good luck, Garfield. Catch ya around.”
“Roni?” Taber questioned her when she didn’t move from the doorway. “Is everything okay?”
It wasn’t. He could smell the desperate heat coming off her body, but mixed with that, he could sense the pain she was fighting so hard to tamp down.
She glanced at the other men. “I’ll come back. I didn’t know you were busy.”
“That’s okay.” He shook his head in response. “We’re pretty much finished up here.”
He moved to her, amazed at the sensitivity of his own flesh as he neared her. As though a part of him longed for nothing more than her touch. It was a strange feeling for a man who had never known such a weakness before.
He watched the way she glanced at the others uncomfortably, her gaze flickering to them before lowering. A light blush stained her cheeks and the soft color only added to the beauty that never failed to amaze him.
“What’s wrong?” He nuzzled her cheek gently as his hand cupped her hip, moving her against him just enough to feel the warmth of her body.
“You know what’s wrong.” Her voice was tight, tense with the heat he knew traveled through her body, through his own. “And don’t think for one minute I’m pleased about it. Now let me talk to Reginald so we can get him the hell out of here. Tell your guard dogs to back down.”
“Cats, Ms. Andrews,” Kane laughed. “Wrong species.”
Various snarls greeted his words, not the least of which was Taber’s. He was running out of patience with his loosely related brother-in-law.
“No.” He finally turned back to her, regretting the anger that flared in her eyes. “Not yet, Roni. Not until I know how dangerous he is. I won’t allow you to see him.”
He watched the fire that snapped in her eyes, his cock thickening in arousal as he felt her preparing to defy him.
“Won’t allow me?” she snapped furiously. “You won’t allow me? Since when, Taber Williams, do you have the right to allow me anything?”
He smiled tightly, tamping down the need to show her, rather than tell her, exactly what gave him that right. She was tempting him. Daring him. Pitting her stubbornness against his own, and he was about to inform her who would win. In no uncertain terms.
“When I took you to the floor and mounted you, I took the right to protect you as well,” he informed her coolly. “Mate.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
The office cleared out rather quickly after Taber’s words seemed to echo around the room. His voice pulsed with ire, with lust, setting her nerves on edge, causing the blood to thunder through her veins. She couldn’t figure out how he managed to do it. It had to be that damned hormone he kept infecting her with.
To say his kiss was addicting would be an understatement in his case.
“You have no right to tell me what to do, or how to handle my own father,” she snapped, slamming the door behind her. “And you sure as hell don’t own me just because you managed to infect me.”
“Infect you?” he snarled. “Goddammit, Roni, it’s not a disease.”
“Bet me,” she dared him recklessly, her anger and her lust merging. “It’s painful, Taber. And I don’t like the reaction it produces.” The lie nearly seared her lips on its way out. There was nothing she liked more than the results of the searing heat they shared. “And I sure as hell don’t like this possessive attitude you seem to want to take.”
“Too bad.” He crossed his arms over his chest as he stared back at her furiously. “Guess you’re just going to have to live with it, aren’t you?”
She narrowed her eyes at him, clenching her teeth against her rising anger. Now, if she could just get her breasts to stop swelling and her vagina to dry up, maybe she could really blast into him. It was hard to be pissed when all she wanted was to be fucked.
“Taber, I’m about to lose my patience with you.” She sighed roughly, pushing her fingers through her hair, hating the sensual feel of it sliding along the bare skin of her upper back. She knew better than to let Merinus talk her into wearing this damned dress.
“Why?” He laughed in surprise. “For God’s sake, Roni, all I’m trying to do is protect you, not lock you up. As soon as we figure out what the hell he’s up to, I’ll let you run him off personally.”
She gave him a resentful look. “No, you won’t. It might be too dangerous.” She drew the last word out mockingly.
Taber sighed. The sound of it pricked at her conscience.
“Is it so bad, Roni, my need to protect you?” he asked softly, watching her with a heated, lust-filled gaze.
Her eyes flickered to his hips, then back to his face. She ignored the glimmer of amusement she saw there. His cock filled out the front of those jeans in a way that sent her pulse hammering and silky heat sliding from her vagina.
“In a way, it is,” she finally answered him as she moved closer, drawn to him, her body demanding his touch. “I don’t like it, Taber, not having a choice.”
She saw his grimace as her hands touched his chest. His larger, calloused hands covered hers, his eyes closing briefly before he opened them, allowing her to see the haunted depths of his own fears.
“I know this isn’t easy for you.” His whisper stroked over her nerve endings like sensuous silk.
She allowed her fingers to stroke him in a similar manner. She loved the look on his face when she caressed him, touched him as a lover. His eyes became heavy-lidded, his lips a bit fuller, his high cheekbones flushing darkly.
“Being horny makes me cranky, Taber.” She leaned against him, cushioning the hard ridge of his cock against her lower stomach. “It makes me want to take a bite out of someone.” She leaned forward, her mouth opening over his flat nipple as she allowed her teeth to sink into the muscle there.
His groan shattered the silence of the room as his hands moved to her hips, holding her against him with almost bruising strength.
“Go ahead and bite me all you want to.” He was nearly panting when her tongue peeked out to rub against the hard, little nub beneath it. “Damn, Roni. God, yes.”
She felt the material of the dress inching up her thighs, pulled by Taber’s gripping fingers as she rubbed against his chest. She could feel the heat of his flesh radiating through the soft cotton shirt he wore, the building lust that simmered just under the skin.
“I need you,” she whispered as she lifted her head from his chest and licked her lips nervously. “Now.”
An involuntary moan escaped her throat as his hand cupped the bare globes of her rear, clenching the firm muscle, lifting her closer to the cradle of his thighs.
Her fingers moved to his shirt as desperation speared through her like wild lightning. She didn’t take time to unbutton the material. Her fingers gripped the parted edge and pulled, ripping buttons free, tearing cloth as he growled in sexy approval.
“Whenever you want it, baby,” he whispered. “However you want it.”
He pushed the material of her dress to her waist before his fingers hooked in the waistband of her thong, tearing it casually from her body. There was now no barrier between his touch and her flesh as his fingers slid between her thighs.
She was so wet, so slick from the juices seeping from her pussy that his fingers slid easily along her cunt lips. He circled her clit slowly as his arm tightened around her waist, holding her still for the erotic manipulations. She was drowning in heat, in sexual desperation.
Roni couldn’t still the twisting of her hips as she fought to get closer to the tormenting fingers driving her insane. Her mouth opened on a soundless moan of exquisite desire only to have his lips cover
hers, his tongue twining with hers, silently demanding she take what he offered. Her lips closed on his tongue with a desperation that she knew should have horrified her.
The sweet, honeyed essence of the unique mating hormone surged through her system. She could feel it. The taste of him filled her first, then within seconds she could feel her blood heating, burning through her veins, surging to her nipples, her sensitive cunt.
“Good girl,” he whispered thickly as he drew back from her long moments later, staring down at her, his gaze hot as two fingers spread her inner lips before plunging inside the gripping depths of her pussy.
Roni rose to her tiptoes as a harsh exclamation of near orgasmic pleasure rushed past her lips. His fingers thrust ruthlessly inside her once again, spreading her apart, working in and out with a fierce, controlled rhythm that had her pussy gushing.
“Taber.” Her fingers struggled with his belt, desperate now to release the hard wedge of his erection from the confining material of his jeans.
She needed him with a hunger she couldn’t control, one she didn’t want to control. Hard and fast, slamming into her pussy, driving her to the edge of madness and beyond.
“I can’t wait to sink into this tight little pussy,” he whispered, his voice guttural, vibrating with the animalistic growl that never failed to make her cunt clench. It did so now, causing him to groan against her lips as he licked them hungrily. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you come on my fingers.”
His voice stroked over her senses. His fingers fucked into the tormented depths of her gripping cunt, driving her insane with the whiplash of pleasure that tore through her body.
Roni was gasping for breath as she felt the heated coil in her womb tightening with spasmodic intensity. She fought for breath as his fingers took her ruthlessly, driving deep, stroking nerve endings that were throbbing in desperation from each plunging thrust.
“Taber, I can’t stand it . . . ” She was drawn tight, hips thrust forward, gyrating on his fingers as he pushed her closer to the brink.
“Take it.” He held her tighter, his fingers working inside her tormented pussy, his thumb stroking the swollen bud of her clit. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel your pussy explode, Roni.”
The sounds of hot, wet sex filled the room. The plunge of his fingers slapping inside her, her moans tearing through her chest, his explicit, exciting words pushing her over the edge as nothing else could have.
Her back arched as she felt the end rushing for her. Fingers of electricity danced over her skin, struck her womb, seared her cunt until it came together in a flash of blinding, rapturous sensation. She felt her entire body explode, her pussy tightening until he was groaning with the effort to continue thrusting inside her. Her release poured through her, convulsing her body as she drove herself repeatedly on the hard digits invading her.
“Hell, yeah,” he moaned, holding her close as she shook against him. “There, baby. So good. So good. Come on my fingers like a good girl, baby.”
Roni felt the tears on her cheeks as she trembled in his arms, the wicked forks of sensation flaying her body in repeated aftershocks as she felt him move her.
Her buttocks met the cool wood of the desk as a small measure of sanity began to return to her. She was weak, shaking with a release she couldn’t have anticipated, couldn’t steel herself against. Her gaze was heavy-lidded, her mind sluggish until he spread her thighs wide and gazed down between them with hot, greedy eyes.
“I want that sweet pussy so badly I can’t think straight,” he growled as he worked at his belt and the metal buttons of his jeans. “All that matters, is pushing my cock so deep and hard inside you that we both scream with pleasure.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Taber was burning with a fever of lust so deep, so strong, he felt as though every cell in his body was going to explode with the need. His fingers shook like a youth’s as he unbuttoned the small pearl closures on her dress, spreading the edges apart, revealing the full, tempting globes of her aroused breasts. He didn’t know what to do first. Latch onto one of those spiked nipples like a starving man and fuck her until they were both dying of it, or eat the thick cream that lay tempting and sweet on the swollen lips of her pussy?
He licked his lips, staring up at her as his cock throbbed its insistent demand to plunge inside the little slitted opening of her cunt. His mouth watered for the taste of her.
“Play with your clit.” He held her legs up, spreading her, staring down at her with a building need he didn’t know how to answer.
She whimpered. A low, desperate sound that had his cock jerking in response.
“Play with it, baby,” he crooned gently, watching as her trembling fingers slid down the soft roundness of her stomach. “There you go. Feel how wet and hot you are.”
It was the most exciting thing he had ever seen in his life. Her fingers, slender and graceful, moving to the soft, soaked fleece that surrounded the swollen bud of her clit, parting the swollen lips, circling the hard, little nub.
“Oh yeah, sweetheart,” he encouraged her, almost panting from excitement. “Slide your fingers down, Roni. I want to see you fuck yourself. See you part that pretty pussy with your own fingers.”
She was whimpering, flushed, her soft blue eyes dazed with lust as her hips jerked.
“Oh, that’s a good girl.” His hands tightened on her thighs as he watched her fingers slide down the narrow cleft, two of the slender digits sliding to the first knuckle inside the tempting depths of her sex.
“Feel how hot that sweet pussy is.” He could barely force the words from his mouth. “I’m going to fuck it so hard and so long you’ll never forget what it’s like to have my cock owning you.” Her hand jerked, a cry tearing from her chest as more of her juices coated her fingers.
His cock was an agonizing throb now. Propping her small feet on the edge of the desk, he used one hand to spread her pussy apart, the other to grip his cock, to ease the mindless rush to shove it so far inside her that he merged with her very soul.
“I’m dying.” Her cry thickened with lust, emotion and desperation.
Her fingers sank into her vagina again. Pulled back. Thrust in as her hips lifted from the desk in response.
“Yeah, baby,” he groaned. “Get your fingers nice and slick with that sweet pussy juice. Because you’re going to feed it to me, allow me to suck it from your pretty fingers while I fuck you crazy.”
She came. He watched it, the way her clit swelled further, pulsed and glistened.
The flesh stretching around her fingers clenched, spasmed, as her desperate mewl of release whispered past her lips. Taber could wait no longer.
He gripped her wrist, pulling her fingers free, grimacing in painful pleasure at the sound of her tight flesh sucking at her departing fingers. Pressing closer, he tucked the head of his cock at the little opening as his eyes met hers. He brought her fingers to his lips, dripping with the swirls of her rich cream, and sucked one into his mouth as he plunged his cock deep inside her pussy.
“Oh hell.” His back arched. The tight, gripping muscles of her sex sucked him in, closing on his erection like a silken vise, milking it rhythmically. “Sweet Roni,” he groaned around her fingers. “That’s a good girl. Oh yeah, good, baby. Milk my cock.”
Her cries were constant now, mewling little sounds, the whisper of his name, the erotic plea that he fuck her hard, deep. But he wanted to stay just like this, his cock spreading her, the lips of her pussy nearly flattened from the width of flesh shoved inside her.
“So pretty.” He licked her fingers of the last drop of erotic cream before laying her hand on the desk, pressing it there firmly, a silent demand that she not move it.
She stared back at him, her eyes wide, her lips moist as she tried to breathe past the excitement building in the air around them.
His gaze dropped back down to her thighs, a primal rumble of conquest escaping his chest.
“My pussy.” He pulled back then, watching his cock slide
nearly free of her, glistening with the slick inner juices that flowed from her. “My pretty, hot pussy.” He worked the desperately hard shaft back inside her, loving the fierce grip, fighting his orgasm with every breath so he could relish the nearly painful clenching of her muscles on his flesh.
His balls had contracted tight and hard beneath his erection, pulsing with the need to release their hot load of sperm into the silky depths of her cunt. His body was raging. Sharp talons of sensation streaked up his spine as he pulled free of her again, only to re-enter her slowly, groaning at the sheer pleasure of watching his cock fuck into her, feeling her grip him, her pussy weep for him.
“Ah baby, so good.” She tightened on him again as the head of his cock sank to the entrance of her womb, pulled back, stroked in. “That’s my sweet baby. So tight and hot around my cock. God, I love fucking you, Roni.”
But he couldn’t fight the need clenching every cell in his body much longer. Her sex was an inferno around the thick flesh fucking into her, tightening on him with every thrust as her keening pleas rocked his mind.
He was unable to stop the building speed of each penetration, his mind consumed by the sheer exhilaration of burying his cock inside her, feeling the tender flesh glove him, tighten on him. His release was only seconds away. He could feel the barb beneath the head of his cock beginning to lengthen, to prepare to lock him inside her, to release its silky semen along with the load ready to erupt from the head of his cock.
“Baby.” He moved inside her hard and deep now, the moist sounds of his cock penetrating and her cunt suckling, filling the air.
He couldn’t plunge into her fast enough, hard enough, couldn’t get enough of the feel of her pussy tightening on him. Tighter. Tighter.
“Fuck yes. Yes.” He gripped her thighs harder as he felt her vagina quake, ripple, then lock down on him with a force that had him roaring in pleasure as she unraveled beneath him.
He couldn’t hold off any longer. He threw his head back, sweat dripping from his hair, his face, as he lost his hold on reality. The barb extended its full length, locking him inside her as it pressed firmly into the back of her pussy, holding him in as it released its own precious load into her fertile body.
