S. K. Lessly's Book Excerpts

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She ran her fingers through her hair and chuckled nervously. 

 

“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she joked.

 

I dropped my smile, my brows creased.

 

“No, love. I just fuck them and leave. But with you, Princess, I plan to take my time, tickle your insides, stretch you, own you, have you surrender to me. After that, then I’ll fuck you.”

 

Sydney sat up, turned on the bed to face me, and slid closer to the edge. She stood and slowly stepped up to me. I watched her as she moved with grace and seduction.

 

I bet she had no idea how sexy she was. My heart rate picked up its pace, anticipating her touch as she got closer. I damn near closed my eyes and breathed out a sigh of relief as she lifted her fingers and caressed me. She started at my arms, traveled along the ridges of the straining muscles along my chest and to my back, while her eyes never left mine. I loved the way she felt, what her touch did to me. It soothed yet charged me. She willed me and controlled me. At this fucking moment, she could have asked me to give her the fucking moon and I would have done it. But her words… the shit she said next sealed her fate.

 

“But I’ve already surrendered to you,” she confessed softly, and fuckkkk… I was… I mean, I couldn’t… yeah, I was fucking gone. 

 

“Fuck, woman, give me those lips,” I growled. I picked her up by her thighs until her legs wrapped around my waist. We fell on the bed. She threaded her fingers in my hair and planted her succulent lips on mine. 

 

Now this kiss right here… fuck yeah, it wasn’t soft at all. It was rough, primal, all-consuming, and merciless. All rational thoughts had gone. The precautions that I’d taken before I laid with a woman, I didn’t do. Hell, I didn’t care. I wasn’t waiting for shit, couldn’t fucking think straight if someone held a gun to my head and threatened to kill me if I didn’t stop to think.

 

Without breaking our connection, I lifted my body, pulled down my briefs just enough to release my aching cock. I lined up and… yeah, I slipped between her drenched soft folds. 

 

“Fuckkkk,” I dragged out on a haggard breath, finally releasing her lips, as I slid along her slick heat. 

 

“Oh, Law,” she gasped, held me tight, and started panting and writhing underneath me.

 

“I’m sorry, Princess, I need-ta… Bloody hell, your pussy is sooo. Fuckkk!”

 

It wasn’t easy getting all the way inside her body. For one, I wasn’t your average size and second, fuck, she was tight. I knew she felt every ridge of my hard cock against her muscled walls, felt every throb, every breath.

 

Her pussy gripped me so tight I thought I was going to cum before I could get balls deep.

 

“Damn, baby, you’re so tight,” I mumbled into her neck. She moaned her response, tightened her legs around my waist, while her fingers tangled tight in my thick strands.

 

“Is that a good thing?” she asked me. Dammit, I needed her to stop being so sweet.

 

“Yeah, Princess, it’s fucking fantastic.”

 

She clamped down tighter… her walls choked the shit out of my dick. 

 

I saw fucking stars…

 

“Jeez—us… Princess,” I panted.

 

Once I was finally settled deep inside, I took a moment to get myself together before I slid out slowly and fell back into heaven. She felt so damn good, saturated and… and…

 

Bloody hell, I couldn’t get a good rhythm. Not the one I wanted. I reached underneath her and lifted her up so I could carry us further on top of the bed. We were diagonal on the mattress, angled crazily, but I’d be damned if I was pulling out of her sweet pussy to adjust our bodies further. This shit would have to do.

 

I began moving my hips, eventually finding the rhythm I wanted. I moved slowly. Deep, controlled, thrusts, as my body tightened with the pleasure of fucking her. I lifted my torso so that I could stare into her eyes, wanting to see just how much she surrendered to me.

 

I knew what she had said was true. She had relinquished all of herself to me. I felt it in her touch. I felt it when her body quivered underneath me. But to see it in her eyes, the windows to her soul? Yeah… I knew it was real. She was fucking real. 

Without warning, I did something that I had never done in my life. I allowed her to see the real me: unguarded, raw, unfiltered. The storm that was constant in me was vivid in my eyes and she didn’t shy away. She didn’t look away or seem disgusted by what she saw. In fact, her eyes seemed to melt, her features warm and inviting. 

 

I quickly captured her mouth, unable to stand it any longer, unable to take the vulnerability and sweetness in her eyes. I gripped her leg, tightened my hold, increased my pace, and introduced her to the real me. To the beast within.

 

I watched her come undone underneath me. The orgasmic bliss she’d lost herself in was such a beautiful thing. I encouraged her to let go, to give herself to me, by talking to her. I told her how good she felt, how I loved feeling her squeeze the fuck out of me, and let me tell you, her pussy walls were like vice grips. I stayed as close to her body as my deep violent thrusts would allow, the need to make her cry out my name, to dig her nails into my back and in my ass was something I strived for with every movement of my hips. 

 

Oh, and when she got the hang of it, and added her hips into the mix, oh yeah, I lost my fucking mind. 

 

“Yes, love, just like that, Princess. Fuck, you feel so good. So beautiful, do you hear me? So damn sexy.”

 

I told her all types of shit after that and she rewarded me with that sexy smile of hers, or the sinful, seductive way she’d bite her bottom lip. She’s so hot!

 

I allowed myself to cum, finally, but my recovery didn’t last very long. She kept touching me, caressing my chest, teasing me with curious, hesitant fingers.

When she wrapped her fingers around my shaft, my cock swelled in her hand.

 

Round two began immediately with her on top. Her hot, wet pussy devoured my dick in one fluid motion.

 

“Fuckkkk, Sydney!” I growled, bit my lip as she rode me slow, leaning her body close to mine, her eyes never wavered. It was the sexiest shit I had ever seen. 

 

Being with Sydney was an experience I would never forget, and I told her as much.

Well… to be honest, I didn’t say the shit exactly. I said something along the lines of, as I gripped her hair tight, “This pussy is mine, do you understand? Fucking. Mine. No one else’s. I will kill anyone that touches what’s mine, breathes on what’s mine, or even thinks about what’s mine. Do you hear me? You’re mine. Mine.” Or something to that effect.

 

The craziest thing… she didn’t balk at me or seemed freaked out. She rode the fuck out of me, both of us faced each other, my back against the wall, her tits smashed up against me. She had her fingers in my hair, gripping tight. My claim on her pussy was made with her eyes on me, a finger in her arse and her cumming on my dick.

 

“Yesss, Law… I’m all… all yours, baby… fuckkkk being anyone else’s…. Got damn it!”

 

Now, I knew I had no business saying that shit, and she had no business agreeing either. We both knew that this was going to be a one-night stand, right? I would go on my way afterwards and she’d forget about me. I didn’t want that, but fuck, we couldn’t afford, or scratch that, I couldn’t afford for this to be anything else but one and done. The shit I was into, what I did for a living, it would probably scare the fucking shit out of her. It may even cause her to regret this night, and I didn’t want that to happen. I wanted this night to be memorable. I didn’t want her to—fuck okay,

 

I’m just going to come right out and say it—I didn’t want her to forget about me. 

 

Bloody hell!!!

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