Muzzling the Beast: Taming the Beast, Book 4 Page 7

  Gabe choked out a new noise, more primitive than the previous ones, his hips pumping as he tried to control the act.

  Constance wasn’t about to allow it. Again, she eased back and stopped when his crown was between her lips. After imprisoning his succulent flesh, she ran the tip of her tongue slowly over him.

  Gabe’s knees bumped into her shoulders, his balls constricting even more as though ready to shoot their load.

  Not yet. Constance wanted both of them to work for it. When Gabe finally seemed unable to draw an adequate breath, she stilled.

  It took him a few seconds to catch up. “What are you doing? Why’d you stop? Don’t—oh shit—holy crap.”

  She was back at it, giving him her best, doing his cock fast and hard just as she figured he liked.

  Did he ever. His come spurted into her mouth, thick and velvety.

  Constance drank all of it without pause, even licking the length of his shaft and balls before she opened her arms and invited him into her embrace.

  He dropped to his knees, chest heaving, arms resting around her waist.

  Their weight and warmth were a comfort she could get used to but would never know for long. Pushing sorrow aside, she restrained her powers and stroked his head. Now wasn’t the time for him to forget this. It would come when she had no other choice. “Good?”

  He grunted something.

  Smiling, she teased, “Bad?”

  He pulled her into his embrace with far more strength than he should have had.

  Whoa. “You’re cocked and loaded again? Already?”

  “Fucking A.” He paused to catch more breath. “On the bed.”

  Gabe figured the next few minutes might kill him, but no damn way was he going to let on how pooped he was. He didn’t want their relationship to begin on such a note, needing to prove he had endurance to spare.

  His knees popped as he struggled to his feet and a sudden wave of dizziness made him sway.

  Already standing, Constance reached out. “You all right?”

  After a fifteen-minute nap, he’d be great, but wasn’t about to admit it. “No. You’re still not on the bed.”

  She raised her hands in surrender, padded toward it and turned and grabbed the cuffs from where he’d dropped them. “Might need these.”

  Hell yeah.

  Tapping them against her sleek thigh, she moved toward the mattress, ass bouncing merrily, her skin a heavenly expanse of flawless black, dewy with youth. His poor cock stiffened a bit, trying to raise its head to point in her direction as if to say, “Follow her, fool.” Gabe tried, until his first step reminded him of his pants and boxers bunched around his ankles. He windmilled his arms, righting himself just as she rested one knee on the mattress and looked over.

  His balls perked up as if she’d been sucking them. What a sight she created, her hair dangling past her shoulders, lustrous as hell, one tress dipping over her eye, giving her the look of a femme fatale. Her nipples were dusky as he’d imagined, boobs ripe and weighty, ass plush. Simply perfect.

  Without thinking, he took another step in his clothes and wavered.

  Constance lowered her face but didn’t completely hide her smile. “You coming?”

  Bad girl. Making light of him.

  Gabe toed off his shoes as fast as he could, ditched his pants, boxers, and socks. Carefully, he placed his holstered gun on the dresser well away from them. He was about to toss his tie aside but thought better of it and pitched it toward the bed.

  It dropped on her ankle. She arched one slender eyebrow.

  Liking her sass, he pulled off his shirt, not bothering to undo the cuffs. The buttons flew across the room, one of them hitting the chair.

  Must have convinced her how serious he was, because she sank to the mattress, back arched, legs parted, showing him all of her goodies. Soft folds, puffy and slick with desire.

  Damn. His fatigue of a few minutes ago was ancient history, his rod stiffening, though not as quickly or fully as Gabe would have liked. Stalling, he left the room.

  “Hey,” she called out immediately. “Where are you going?”

  “Be right there. Don’t move.”

  When he returned, she stared at the gooseneck lamps he brought inside and glanced at the bedroom ones already shining brightly.

  Not enough for him. After setting up the others, Gabe positioned both so they’d shine directly on her, hiding nothing.

  Constance shielded her eyes with her hand. “Planning on grilling me, Detective?”

  He fought a smile. “You have no idea.”

  “Why don’t you show me?”

  After swiping his tie from the base of the bed, he crawled across the mattress to her. Before he got too close, she planted her foot on his groin, rubbing her toes over his cock. A shocking amount of pleasure coursed through Gabe, making him tremble.

  “Gonna tie me up?” she cooed.

  “Have to. You’ve been bad.”

  Good soldier that she was, Constance thrust out her hands, offering her wrists. A wave of tenderness and something else Gabe couldn’t quite identify raced through him, making him want to hold and love her until the end of next year. Controlling himself, he wrapped his tie around her wrists and eased her down so he could secure them to the headboard.

  She tried to lick his cock swaying above her mouth.

  “Uh-uh,” he said, moving away. “Been there, done that.”

  “You only do things once and never again?”

  With her, he’d be repeating himself for a very long time. “Let’s see.”

  She pushed out her bottom lip. “That’s no answer.”

  “How’s this?”

  A soft moan poured from Constance as he latched on to her nipple, pulling it into his mouth. Her skin tasted as rich as it looked, with a faint trace of salt. He suckled harder.

  The headboard suddenly rattled as she tugged at her bonds, no doubt trying to get free so she could touch him.

  Not until he allowed it.

  Gabe unfolded his length over hers and tended to her nipple, making the long tip even harder with each sweep of his tongue. She arched her back, indicating she wanted more. He gave it, sliding his hand down her sweet belly to her furry mound. God. Her curls were a delight, her cleft un-fucking-believable, damp as hell, the folds even plumper than before.

  She gasped when he stroked her clit, the tiny nub erect as could be.

  Abandoning it for the moment, he traced the length of her slit as he gave the rest of his attention to her other boob, suckling her nipple gently and then hard and then softly again, gauging what she enjoyed best.

  The noises Constance made and the way she struggled to push closer to him told Gabe she liked it all. What greater gift could a woman give to a man? Pleased, he indulged in his basest desires, his mouth using her nipple, fingers tugging the delicate curls between her legs before he returned to her clit. This time, he stroked fast and hard.

  Moaning loudly, she lifted her hips, offering him greater access.

  Gabe took it, scooting down so he could bury his face in her pussy. His ears buzzed at the astonishing softness of her skin and the scent of her musk, vibrant and thrilling, the same as her.

  He worked two fingers into her hot, tight sheath, confining her for his use.

  She parted her legs even more.

  Delighted, he tongued the length of her folds and took her clit between his teeth and licked it relentlessly.

  Her cries of satisfaction filled the room, adult music to stir the soul. She pressed her thighs against his head as if she wanted to imprison him too or needed him to stop for a moment so she could catch her breath. Gabe wasn’t certain which and didn’t let it distract him.

  With dogged determination, he licked, halting only when she sounded too near to climax, his deliberate pause letting it drift away.
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  “No,” she whined. “Don’t stop.”

  He did repeatedly, after a few teasing strokes, driving her wild until she was moist with perspiration, her fragrance richer, headier, scenting the bed and him.

  It was time.

  Gabe swept his tongue over her clit without interruption, even when she tensed her legs against him and cried out loudly, announcing her peak. He gave her no rest, continuing to arouse until she was gasping through her wails of delight.

  Before she floated down from the most intense sensations, he eased away and grabbed a condom, putting the sucker on faster than he ever had. Once sheathed, he crawled back to her.

  Constance’s lids were heavy, face flushed, lips parted.

  After brushing his mouth over hers, Gabe positioned himself between her legs. “Ready?”

  “God, yeah.”

  The best words ever. Smiling, he bathed the tip of his cock in her pussy, drenched with her desire, and drove himself deeply inside.

  Chapter Six

  Filled, Constance reveled in Gabe’s size, the heat and raw sexuality radiating from his body. She’d always liked big men, and he didn’t disappoint, his cock stretching her channel, demanding it accommodate him.

  A choice she gladly made. “Untie me.”

  His head remained down, shoulders lifted to his ears as he shuddered, his enjoyment obvious. “What?”

  “Take. This. Off.” She yanked so forcefully against the tie, her hands snapped back, knuckles smacking into the slats. Her whimper turned into a plaintive moan.

  Gabe covered her hands with his. “Hey, you all right?”

  Of course she wasn’t. Her fingers hurt like a sonofabitch and she couldn’t get loose. “I have to touch you, dammit. Untie this fucking—”

  “Easy. I’m doing it. You tugged so hard, the knot’s really tight.”

  As he struggled with the damn thing, perspiration dripped from his chest to her boob. Constance strained to lift her head so she could lick him dry.

  All she got for her efforts was a pulled neck muscle. Arrgh. With her teeth clenched to the pain, she moaned.

  “I’m hurrying,” he said, clawing and pulling on the knot.

  At last it loosened, and the tie fell away from her. Constance cupped his beautiful face in her hands and captured his mouth, driving her tongue as deeply inside as he burrowed his cock into her cunt. She couldn’t stop kissing him. She was wrapped up in too much pleasure, until she had to take a breath.

  Gabe’s eyes were glassy, his cock flexing within her sheath.

  “Go on,” she said. “Pump away.”

  He blinked, seemingly trying to focus. “You’re sure?”

  “Do whatever you want.”

  His chin hit his chest. Once he’d managed a strained breath, he regarded her. His irises were silvery in all the light, his expression pure male, filled with hard need. “Ready?”

  “Absolutely.”

  Gabe grinned and got down to business, though he didn’t rush. His cock’s slow slide in and out of her pussy intensified the friction between them far more than if he’d pounded away. Her cunt grew increasingly congested, tightening around his shaft. It responded, becoming harder, thicker too, until Constance was certain her channel couldn’t contain much more of him. Wonderfully confined, completely vulnerable, she squeezed her inner muscles around his rod.

  He trembled, proving her effect on him. Constance gave him a smug smile. Gabe’s was equally conceited as he pushed his hand between their bodies and stroked her clit.

  Ah. She stiffened from the rush of sensations barreling through her, her body a slave to desire.

  Gabe murmured, “Now who’s boss?”

  They both were, giving their all to bring each other mutual pleasure. Constance gripped his biceps and pulled her legs back farther so he could sink his rod more deeply within her. Gabe did, his balls tapping her ass as their bodies and curls touched.

  On a pleased grin, he eased back once more and then thrust inside, a bit faster this time, harder too, using her body expertly. Before long, Constance wasn’t certain where she ended and he began, they were so attuned to each other’s rhythm. The bed frame groaned with his ardent thrusts. Her breasts shimmied.

  As her climax whispered closer, she dug her fingers into his arms, needing him as an anchor against inconceivable desire. Lust became her world. Release her goal.

  Gabe suddenly slowed, spacing each of his pumps, delaying pleasure.

  No!

  The promise of orgasm drifted away. Just as it seemed gone forever, he rubbed her clit faster, harder.

  Caught off guard, Constance tensed but was unable to stop the staggering pleasure coiling within, building to an unimaginable level before finally shattering. She howled, not caring who heard, too drunk with arousal to stop.

  Wave after wave of delight kept rolling over her as Gabe continued to work his magic while she surrendered, not having his endurance or willpower.

  Gabe blinked sweat out of his eyes and ran the penal code through his head so he wouldn’t succumb to his body’s intense needs as Constance had done with hers.

  Poor baby was limp as a noodle beneath him, the same way he’d be once he blasted off.

  Not for a very long time.

  He was going to draw this out and give her the ride of her life, even if it shaved several years from his. Who needed to live until ninety anyway?

  His heart kept slamming into his throat and chest, his neck aching from having clenched his jaw so tightly. Each time his boys slapped against her, a flood of pleasure and pain coursed through him, warning he wouldn’t be able to hold off much longer.

  Like hell.

  With his cock still snugly inside her sheath, Gabe pushed to his knees and hauled Constance’s legs over his shoulders. She blinked wildly and gave him a feral grin. “Where’d you learn to do this?”

  “Police academy.”

  “Nice.”

  “Let’s see.”

  She giggled until he resumed stroking her clit and pumping his rod into her cunt. Constance clawed air, as though needing to hold on to something, and finally settled on her silky mane, grabbing fistfuls of it.

  As she tugged the tresses, he used her intimately and well, driving his shaft inside, brushing his fingers against her nub. Enough to tempt but not to send her back over the edge.

  Clearly not liking where this was going, she brought her hand to her clit. Gabe pushed it away. “Keep misbehaving and I’ll cuff you to the bed.”

  “Promises, promises.”

  He threw back his head and laughed, really enjoying this. Truly liking her. She was so different from every other woman he’d met. Feminine as hell, but easy to be with, like one of the guys. A treasure Gabe had no intention of disappointing.

  With a shitload of will, he glided in and out of her, watching her pussy swallow his cock and release it, his shaft damp and glistening from her juices. Damn. He should have set up his smartphone to record this. For their next time, he’d buy video equipment, top of the line to capture every—

  God, God, God. She was at it again, squeezing her pussy around his rod, trying to force him to pick up his pace. Hell, no. Gabe was going to show her who was boss in his bed and give her—

  “Holy hell,” he cried. She’d worked her hand around her leg and was stroking his boys, sending a deluge of feelings through every part of him. “No, stop.” He pushed her fingers away.

  Constance brought them right back, cupping his balls this time. “How about we both win at this.”

  Her suggestion was too tempting to dismiss, his body needy of release. Gritting his teeth, he nodded and went at her pussy and clit before she could go at his sac.

  It took her a moment to recover and catch up. When she did, Gabe was already at the edge of climax, unable to hold off. His orgasm crashed into him with the forc
e of a semi falling from a hundred-story building. Nerve endings fired, making him feel as if he were having an out-of-body experience. He hit the crest, hovered for a moment in sexual nirvana and then began the slow descent.

  Constance was still moaning from her climax.

  With less grace than he would have liked, Gabe pulled Constance’s legs off his shoulders and collapsed on top of her, their chests bumping as they labored to breathe.

  Rather than complain, she welcomed him within her sluggish embrace.

  A feeling of intense well-being descended upon him even before Gabe was able to capture enough air. He figured this was what it was like to die. Discomfort mingled with extraordinary pleasure.

  Already wanting more, he kissed Constance’s throat, cheeks, eyebrows, and mouth. Their tongues waltzed for a long time despite his fatigue and hers. Fighting it all the way, Gabe finally let his cock slip from her cunt. After propping himself against the headboard, he gathered Constance in his arms.

  She suckled his throat, her tongue tickling him. On a tired laugh, he smacked her ass playfully. “Stop it.”

  “No. I like something in my mouth at all times.”

  How had he gotten so lucky to find her? “How about this?” Gabe leaned over and grabbed the bag of beignets.

  She moaned blissfully. “I forgot about dessert.”

  “No, you didn’t.” He held the bag out of her reach. “We just had it. This is merely sugar and carbs to replace the fuel we burned.”

  “Did the server include the chocolate sauce?”

  Gabe rubbed his eyes until he could focus again and took a peek. “Yep.”

  “Gimme, please.”

  “In a sec. First, this.” He positioned her against the headboard, legs spread beautifully.

  She regarded him. “You want to make certain I eat while I’m sitting up?”

  “Among other things. Don’t move.”

  To make certain she didn’t start without him while he was gone, Gabe brought the bag into the bathroom, ditched the condom, washed off quickly and returned. “You moved.”