Master of Desire by Lacey Alexander (read out loud books .TXT) 📕

how intimidating it  looked and the intense joy it could bring. If ever he hadoccasion to doubt his power, in sex, in battle, in governing Charelton, he need only glance down at the very mass  of the tool between his legs to be reminded he was a mighty and dominant man.

“Take a long look at my  cock, vixen,  for soon it will be inside you.”

She let out  a small gasp as he leaned forward just slightly, enough that the weight of his shaft balanced on her chest.

“I will  own  you with this cock,” he said, his voice going warm and dark with the anticipation  of sinking into  her tight, wet passage below.

Reaching down, he molded his hands around the outer curves of her plump, pretty  breasts, drawing them up around his erection. His low sigh of pleasure mingled with  her higher one of surprise.

“Watch me fuck them,” he instructed, then  sank with slow passion into the  task.  The soft flesh hugged his hardness, forming  a perfect valley to slide in and out of. The  fluid on the tip of his shaft wet her inner curves, making for a moist,  warm path  between. For a long moment, he allowed himself to sink fully into the raw pleasure of  gliding between the two delectable mounds, raking his thumbs over the delightfully  stiff nipples  with each long, thorough stroke, leaning his head back, breathing heavier,  audibly.

It was then that he realized she sighed deeper beneath him, as well, in time with his strokes between her breasts—taking joy from it just as he was. “You  already  worship this  cock,” he accused with  a devilish hint of a smile.

She didn’t reply. Good for her, as anything  other than his name would have  earned her a crack of the riding crop. But their  eyes met, heat simmering between, and he whispered lowly, “Whose cock do you crave, vixen?”

“Ralen’s,” she whispered back,  her voice surprisingly soft and sweet—almostdocile. Yes, very good.

He almost could have come that way, fucking her lovely breasts,  but was far fromready yet—he had a virgin bride to deflower, after all.

She’d  better  be a virgin, anyway.

Leaving her ripe breasts, he wrapped his  hand about his length and leaned in toward her face to drag the head across the  seam of her lush lips. She looked nervous—her mouth trembled. He was utterly tempted to  push his way inside  and show her what it was to have her pretty little mouth thoroughly fucked.

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But for a reason he couldn’t explain, he held steady, just letting the tip of his cock play about her dark, berry-colored lips, watching her fearful expression fade  slightly as she grew used to the sensation. “You will  worship it with your mouth soon enough, wanton,” he told her before drawing away.

For now, though,  she  was to be feasted on—the urge  to know her body better grew inside him with each passing second.

So he eased down her curves until he lay  slanted across her, her breasts jutting into his bare chest, his cock pressing into her hip. As he lowered his mouth to her neck for atender kiss, then a bite, he whispered, “Who do you desire?”

Her answer came breathily, making him even harder. “You, Ralen, you.”

He kissed her mouth then, firm, deep, as he  kneaded the globes of her breasts in both hands. He kept telling himself he didn’t particularly wish to  pleasure her so muchjust yet, but he wanted to take the lovely pink beads of her nipples into his  mouth. Hewanted to touch her everywhere. That much  giving, pleasing,  this soon,  risked the lesson he intended to teach—but damn it all, her curves were too enticing to resist.

He sank down, lowering his mouth over one nipple, beautifully hard on his tongue as he explored the curves of her waist, hips,  thighs, with  eager hands below. He licked, suckled lightly, played  and teased with his mouth, making her whimper and moan above him. He lifted one hand to  the other breast, molding it warmly, then lightly pinching and rolling the delectably pointed peak. She possessed long, prominent nipples that seemed made for play with fingers, teeth, tongue, lips.

At this moment, he thought he could take  joy in his vixen’s breasts for hours, never tiring of the soft, malleable flesh or their hard, jutting centers. Her little cries of pleasure told him she would not tire of it, either, and the odd concept—of pleasuring the both of them in only that one way,  for such a long time—hardened  his already rigid cock even further.

But this  was not that time—no, this was  the time for much, much more than merebreast play. As he continued caressing one of the hot mounds, with his other  hand hereached below, pressing eager fingertips into  the warm moisture of her cunt. So smooth outside, so wet and swallowing within the sweet folds. Her cries of heat echoed upward, growing as he began to stroke the  damp, fleshy ridges and valleys within her slit.

He kissed her neck—a chain of kisses from  one side to the other. He molded her

breast, petted her pussy.

Then he  parted  her pussy, using his first two fingers, and shifted so the length of his  hungry cock  rested in the wet valley of her cunt.

He rubbed his rod against her, watching her throw her head back in passion, her  arms pulling instinctively at their shackles as  she writhed beneath him. Ares help him,  he took profound, unflinching delight in  seeing her chained and pleasured—it was a  measure of  the beast within him  and he’d never tried to fight it,  for the satisfaction it

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delivered ran too deep. It was his lot in life,  the way Ares had made him, a man born to  make a woman obey.

He rubbed his length deep into her warm, hugging pussy, aware of her clit, swollen  and seeking ecstasy once again. Hungry little wanton.

He dipped to nip his teeth across her nipple, then lightly bit her neck and slid against her until he could tell she was getting