Craving (Steel Brothers Saga #1)

I swept her into my arms and carried her down the hallway into my suite. I wasn’t going to be gentle. I was never gentle. And even though with her, I almost wanted to be, I was so fucking turned on now that I couldn’t be.

I set her down next to my bed. She turned to face me, her gaze never leaving mine as she slowly pulled the white tank top over her head. Her ample breasts fell gently against her chest, her brownish-pink nipples taut and hard. She cupped them for a moment, as if holding them out in offering, but then slid her hands down her sides and over her hips, taking her boxers with her. When they were a plaid puddle on the floor, she stepped out of them.

Fuck me. She was shaved bare, her ruby pussy lips on full display. I nearly creamed myself right there. I had to squeeze the base of my dick to calm myself down. Jesus, I was like a teenager around her.

She took a step toward me, placed her silky hands on my hips, and brushed my lounge pants down over my legs and onto the floor.

Her eyes widened when she saw my cock. I couldn’t help a small smile. Seconds later, though, she met my gaze, slid her hands up my abdomen and neck to cup my cheeks.

“Take me, Talon,” she said. “Take what you need.”

I could have thrown her on the bed and fucked her silly right then and there. She was ready. The lips of her beautiful pussy were already glistening.

But no. I wanted to go slowly, to savor her. I had to make this night count, make it everything it could be. I had to, because I needed to make damn sure this need went away after tonight.

“Get on the bed,” I said.

She smiled—oh my God, she was fucking beautiful—and complied.

“How do you want me?” she asked.

“I’m going to suck on your nipples, blue eyes. I’m going to suck them until they’re raw and aching. Tell me you want that, baby. Tell me you want my lips all over your nipples, all over your breasts.”

“Yes,” she breathed, her eyes fluttered closed. “I want that. I want you to suck my nipples.”

I flicked my tongue over one hard bud. “I want to suck and suck on them, baby, until your pussy is so wet and dripping for me, until you’re begging for my cock.”

“If it’s begging you want, I’m ready now.”

I shook my head. “No way. I’m going to make you really want it, really ache for it. By the time I’m done with you, blue eyes, you are going to be rode hard and put away wet.”

I took one of her dark-pink nipples between my lips and sucked.

She writhed beneath me, moaning. “God, that feels so good.”

I continued sucking and tugging, while I found the other with my hand, giving a light pinch.

She jerked beneath me.

God, her pussy. I could smell her… Her arousal. That scent that made me crazy. I sucked harder on her nipple, pinched harder on the other. Her hips began moving, wafting more of her scent toward me.

She had a musky odor that reminded me of a ripe peach. Goddamnit, I loved peaches. I wanted to slide down her luscious body and lick her sweet cream. But I wasn’t done with her nipples yet. I wanted her so tight, so on edge that she was begging for me.

She writhed underneath me, moaning, groaning. Each time I gave her nipple another light pinch, she jolted.

“Oh my God, Talon. God…”

I let her nipple drop from between my lips with a soft pop, and I looked into her steely eyes. “You like that, baby?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

I continued working her nipples while I trailed my hand down her soft skin to that oasis between her legs. I found her clit easily and pushed on it. She jerked with a loud sigh.

She began moving in rhythm with my finger as I teased her clit.

She was so fucking wet—wet with that fragrant nectar of hers. I resisted the urge to dip into her channel with my fingers. No, I was going to go slow. I would make her want me so badly she couldn’t take it anymore.

She threaded her fingers through my hair as I started sucking on her nipple again, all the while teasing her clit.

“Please, please…” she begged.

Again I let the nipple drop from my mouth. “Please what?”

“Please… Your finger… Your cock… I need you inside me.”

“All in good time.” I returned to her nipple, sucking it, kissing it. I worked my tongue around her areola and then up over the full globe of her breast. Her skin was like silk under my lips, and she was so responsive. So warm.

A few seconds more, and I dropped her nipple again and removed my hand from her clit. I quickly turned her around and pushed her on the bed so she was lying on her tummy. Her beautiful ass, creamy and milky, drew my attention. I gave her a soft slap and then shifted her knees forward so her ass was the air. Her beautiful red pussy was on display, ripe for me to take it. And her puckered little hole… Goddamn…the woman was killing me.

I couldn’t wait anymore to taste her. I shoved my face between her butt cheeks and inhaled her musky odor. I swiped my tongue along her slit and nearly unraveled. God, she tasted so fucking good. Better than any pussy I had ever tasted, and I’d had more than my share. Even her little asshole tasted sweet.

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