With wicked slowness, he strokes my skin, the friction and the heat making me crazy. I arch up, my nipples straining against the thin material of my skimpy tank top. “Please,” I beg.
“Please? Please, what?” His palms graze my ribcage until he reaches the swell of my breasts. I whimper, my skin so sensitive now that the even a whisper of breath would shoot straight through my core, making me writhe with need.
“Please, yes,” I say. “Please, fast.”
His brow cocks. “Fast? Are you sure?” One thumb lazily teases my nipple as the other hand eases the tank higher until both my breasts are exposed. “Slow has its advantages.”
He lowers his mouth, then teases my areola with his tongue. The sensation is incredible, and I bite my lip to keep from whimpering. Damien, however, is determined to drive me crazy, and while his mouth wreaks havoc above my waist, his fingers trail down, easing inside my pants to cup my sex.
I’m incredibly wet, and he strokes me in slow, gentle movements, never entering me, never teasing my clit. Just building me up. Making me crave. Making me want.
Making me so damn crazy that I arch my back more and gyrate my hips—silently demanding that he do more than just tease my breast and my cunt. I want his teeth on my nipple, his finger on my clit. Mostly, I want his cock inside me.
“Please,” I beg when I can’t stand it anymore. My entire body is on fire, and if he doesn’t fuck me soon I’m going to be reduced to nothing more than cinders.
“Please,” I beg again, only this time I reach down and fumble at the button on his jeans. I manage to get it unfastened, then slip my hand inside the denim. He’s wearing boxers, and I stroke him through the soft cotton, gratified at the low, growling sound in his throat, and the corresponding way that his fingers slip inside me, just enough to tease. To make me want even more.
I ease my hand inside his boxers to find him hard and hot in my hand. He shifts his hips, the movement helping my effort to free him from both boxers and jeans. And as I slowly stroke his cock, he closes his mouth over my breast and sucks, tugging so hard that I feel a corresponding ache in my cunt, and my muscles clench with longing.
“Say it, baby,” he murmurs. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“Yes,” I say. “Please, Damien. Please fuck me. Hard,” I beg. “Fast,” I plead.
He doesn’t make me wait. With one wild motion, he flips me over so fast it leaves me gasping. “On your knees,” he orders as he yanks my yoga pants down, leaving my ass bare and exposed.
My head is down, my tank still bundled above my breasts, now pressed against the cotton sheet. My rear is in the air, and he strokes my ass cheeks. I spread my legs, limited by the fact that the pants are still midway down my thighs. I’m so wet, and when he thrusts two fingers inside of me, I press my face to the mattress and moan.
“Is that what you want?” he asks, bending over so that I feel his weight on my back, and his erection teases me as he whispers in my ear.
“Yes.” My voice is strained, my thoughts little more than need and want. “Please,” I beg. “Please, Damien.”
His tongue teases my ear, and I whimper as he whispers. “Yes, baby. God, yes.”
J. Kenner (aka Julie Kenner) is the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, Wall Street Journal, and #1 International bestselling author of over seventy novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of genres. Though known primarily for her award-winning and international bestselling erotic romances, JK has been writing full time for over a decade in a variety of genres including paranormal and contemporary romance, “chicklit” suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal mommy lit. JK has been praised by Publishers Weekly as an author with a “flair for dialogue and eccentric characterizations” and by RT Bookclub for having “cornered the market on sinfully attractive, dominant antiheroes and the women who swoon for them.” JK has been a finalist for Romance Writers of America’s prestigious RITA award five times, and a winner once, taking home the first RITA trophy awarded in the category of erotic romance in 2014 for her novel, Claim Me. Her Demon Hunting Soccer Mom series is currently in development as a web series. Before diving into writing full time, JK worked as an attorney in Texas and California where she practiced primarily civil, entertainment, and First Amendment law. She currently lives in Central Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and two rather spastic cats. Visit her website at www.jkenner.com to learn more and to connect with JK through social media!
