Live Wire (Ramsey Security #2)

My dick is too hard to bear any longer. Tearing off her panties, I pull her down onto the bed. Saskia immediately wiggles free of my grasp. Turning around, she removes my shorts and finally frees my erection. Saskia straddles me, giving me the stunning view of her wet pussy.

Before I can think, her lips wrap around the head of my cock. I groan what sounds like words without knowing what I've said. Even aching for relief, I can't let go yet. Not in her mouth like a horny teenager.

"Saskia," I moan, cupping her waist. "Turn around."

Without a single word, she pops my cock from her mouth and flips around. Saskia wraps her hand around the base of me and guides my thick erection into her hot pussy.

"Fuck," I say.

"Yes, fuck."

Saskia's pussy takes more cock than I think possible with her small frame. She doesn't wait for her body to adjust to my size. Rolling her hips wildly, she seeks relief before I find my own. I smile at the way her body moves. A powerful woman taking what she wants.

Between her pussy sucking at my cock and the sight of her perky tits bouncing, I can't hold on. Pain and pleasure wrap into the best orgasm of my life. Saskia doesn't relent. I hear her gasp and think she comes too. Hours of desire and a lifetime of nothing special blind me to everything beyond my pleasure.

Saskia moves as if to climb off me. This thought sends me into a panic, so I sit up and wrap an arm around her waist. Rolling over, I rest her on the bed and lean over her.

Her hot gaze cools. Feeling challenged, I reach for her wrists and clasp them over her head with one of my hands. She looks almost delicate spread out below me.

"You're so beautiful," I murmur, stroking my cock against her pussy. "I could look at you forever."

Saskia's dark eyes warm again. She doesn't like having me restrain her. Not at first. Soon my stroking returns her arousal. Her nipples harden to pink tips. Her legs wrap around my hips. Watching me intently, she smiles when I tease her clit with the head of my cock.

"Brad."

This one word means more than anything a woman's ever said to me. Trusting me, she submits to my desire. Welcoming me, she lets her guard down. If I hurt her, she'll destroy me by never showing me her heart again.





12


Saskia

Empty Ice Princess

Lust is a mirage. Reaching for the perfect pleasure promised by one's needs, the reality behind the dream always comes up short. The sexy man of one's dreams will prove flawed. The real sex never competes with the fantasy. As the mirage fades, a person finds themselves stuck with a stranger they wished they'd never met.

Brad remains the same sexy man even after my first orgasm. My desire doesn't fade after the second time I come. He's still addictive even after hours of exploring in bed.

We don't speak beyond passionate words of encouragement. Reality overflows with cold ugliness, and I refuse to embrace it until the sun rises.

The reminders of Brad's torture have long scarred over. I know he remains self-conscious about them. At first anyway. When I first kiss his scars, he tenses. After awhile? he only smiles at the affection.

I fall asleep cuddled against Brad. In my entire life, I've never cuddled with anything, not even a doll. His sweaty body feels warm against the back of me. I shiver at the feel of his stubble against my throat. Brad is a tender lover, but he repeatedly uses his size to control me. A habit I find oddly endearing.

My sins never haunt my dreams, but the sins committed against Brad do. I see the blade slicing into his chest and back. His voice echoes in my head. Before realizing I'm the one holding the knife in the dream, I already sense where my subconscious is headed.

Waking a few minutes before dawn, I wiggle free of Brad's grip. He doesn't wake, though his hands reach for me. I grab my clothes, except for my torn underwear, and sneak out of the room. In my mind, I visualize Ruth and Nell waiting for me in the living room. Even feeling like an idiot for caring about their opinions, I still worry.

Fortunately, they're still asleep when I leave Brad's room. The dogs look at me and then at the back door. I let them outside before hurrying to my room to clean up and pull myself together.

I take a shower to wash off his scent, yet my body remembers. The flesh between my legs remains tender, and I grimace in wonderful pain when I pull on my jeans. Brad fucked me so thoroughly that I'm sure I'll feel him inside me the rest of the day.

Unable to shake my sappy feelings, I make a pot of coffee and check the night's surveillance. I flinch when Nell shuffles into the kitchen minutes later. The dogs also freak me out more than usual when I let them inside. Even the disturbances on the surveillance bother me. Brad seems to have broken something inside me, and now the world is too big, loud, and scary.