Page 24 of Pure Temptation

“I want to see your mouth,” he whispered.

His last words were mixed with another groan as she took him in, deeper this time. His head hit the back of her throat. She did it a few times, relishing the way Daxon trembled under her fingers, and a surge of energy ran through her. There was so much power in giving him pleasure, so much freedom.

She did it a couple more times, in and out, before he pushed her shoulders gently back. “Enough.” His voice was tight in his throat, as if he were one breath away from snapping. Kendall leaned forward, wanting to be the one to make him snap, but he chuckled and held her in place.

“Not a chance, sweetheart,” he said. “Not this time. There’s no way in hell I am going to come in your mouth if there’s a possibility I can come inside you.”

Daxon had spent a week in Costa Rica with Kendall kneeling in front of him every day, working on his calf muscle, and he had tried like hell to think of anything but the fact that her mouth was so close to his dick. Each one of those images, memory and fantasy, layered on to the real thing right in front of him. Kendall was kneeling on the ground, staring at his cock, her lips still so close to his head. And that alone was going to make him come if he wasn’t careful.

“You finding what you’re looking for?”

She smiled. “And more.”

A chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Glad to hear it. And I hope you don’t mind a little dirty talk.”

“I love it.” Her smile was wide and genuine, and his heart thudded harder.

He motioned for her to climb up on him, and she did, losing her panties on the way to his lap.

“Because I have a feeling the words are just going to come out,” he said, tugging her closer.

He traced a line down her body with his hand, slipping it between them, finding her pussy.

“You’re wet,” he murmured. “So fucking wet. And I am so goddamn lucky.”

“I was just thinking the same thing.”

He reached beside him and grabbed a condom that was on the couch. “Put it on me. Please.”

She leaned back a little and tore off the wrapper, then placed the condom on his glistening tip, rolling it down carefully. He stared at her hands, his mouth hanging open. Holy hell, he wanted her.

Slowly, her gaze wandered up and met his, and a hard jolt of lust hit him. Daxon let out a groan. “I want you to ride it, sweets. Make us both feel so good.”

“I did wear my cowboy boots tonight,” she said in an exaggerated Texas accent.

He tipped his head back and laughed. She was the most fun woman he had met in...well, pretty much ever. He brought his lips to her neck, breathing in a little of that sweet scent he had resisted all day long. “Did I mention I really, really like you?”

She shook her head slowly.

He kissed the spot right below her ear. “Just want you to remember that.”

Then she raised herself up on her knees, positioned his cock at her entrance, and began to sink down. Holy hell, he wasn’t going to survive this. The loveliest woman in the world also happened to have the tightest pussy, which was currently milking his tip, threatening to overpower even his self-control. Or maybe it wasn’t the tightness of her pussy or the soft jiggle of her tits that was driving him crazy. Maybe it was just her. But he couldn’t process what that meant, and he needed to devote most of his brainpower to not coming right now.

Kendall had her hands on his shoulders, and she was lowering herself, inch by inch, onto him. Her head was tipped back, and her hair fell down her back, tangled and free. She looked like a goddess of sex, sacrificing on the throne of his cock. Yeah, he liked that idea a whole hell of a lot. But even that thought dimmed, along with every other one, as her tight, warm channel squeezed his cock.

“I’ll make sure it’s good for you,” he said, his heart bursting in his chest. “I promise. But take it slow right now.”

Lower, lower, she sank onto his aching cock, filling the night air with groans and sighs. His breaths were coming so quickly that Daxon no longer knew which gasps were his. She moved up and down in little movements, stretching to fit him. He held on to her hips, trying hard not to grasp her too tightly, letting her take her time until his entire cock was inside her, all the way to the base. Her breath was shaky, and she wove her hands into his hair and kissed him hungrily. It was as if they were reinventing sex, finding a whole new kind of pleasure.

“This feels so good,” she whispered, pulling back, wonder in her eyes.

Daxon chuckled. “It does, and we haven’t even started.”

She pressed her lips to his for another kiss, slower, luxurious this time.

“Are you ready, sweets?” he whispered when she pulled away.

Kendall nodded. She lifted herself slowly and then sank all the way back down. His fingers flexed against her soft hips as he tried to hold on to this moment, make it last. Thank fuck she had shown up at his door tonight, so lovely and a little nervous. And right now, with his arms around her, buried inside her, it was magical. She slid up his cock again, and he brought her down on him, tilting his hips. She let out a loud cry, hoarse and so hot. He didn’t give a shit if the neighboring cabins could hear them. All he could think about was this incredible woman, pleasuring herself with him.