Page 49 of Honk if You Love Real Men (Tempting SEALs 1)

“What are you going to do to me?” he asked.

Her eyes shot to his, the words giving her another jolt of power. She stepped back, sitting down on the vanity behind her.

“Make me ready for you,” she said, spreading her legs.

“Bree.”

“Please,” she asked.

He stared at her for a long second, then slowly sank down. Bree tingled, one of those delicious, pre-coitus tingles such as she hadn’t felt in a long, long time. She scooted forward and watched as his tongue flicked out to work her. If he tried anything, she’d use her feet to knock him back on his ass.

But he wasn’t going to try anything, and the realization gave her power. He was dipping his tongue in her now, his eyes looking up at her. Watching him mouth her, feeling his teeth nip at that tiny ball of pleasure—the one that sent hot tingles through her labia. She used one of her hands to spread for him, encouraging him to take her button into his mouth. He did, sucking on it like it gave out the sweetest nectar.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck me with your mouth,” she ordered, hearing herself use the crass language and liking it. The words excited her, just like pushing out some of her essence turned her on—He suckled her and she threw her head back, clutching the counter.

They started a rhythm, one that began with his tongue flicking inside her, then swiping up her hot, swollen valley. And she could smell the tangy sweet essence of herself, liked the scent so much she dragged a finger up her valley so she could taste herself. He watched, his mouth sucking her harder. Jeez, her tits were so hard, she couldn’t resist touching them. She squeezed one, pinching her nipples as she pulsed out more of her juices for him to taste.

It was just like last night, only better, because what she really wanted—what she suddenly realized she would always want more than any woman’s hot tongue—was his cock.

“Put it inside me,” she said, opening her eyes in time to see his own go smoky with desire. “Do it.”

Somehow he stood, and she saw his cock pointing in her direction, his rod swollen from lack of satiation. God, she wanted it. There. Right there, she thought, guiding it to her.

Trent’s lips were tight as his dick entered her, stretching her to the point that she gasped. “Fuck me,” she panted.

He bent down to kiss her.

She pushed him away. “No,” she ordered. “Just fuck me.”

He thrust. Bree just about screamed. Pleasure. Oh, Lord, the pleasure. She’d forgotten because no amount of manual stimulation, no amount of female manipulation ever felt as good as a man. Never.

He drew out and pushed into her again. Bree watched his chest rise and fall, his veins standing out along the line of his shoulder and into his arms. She angled her hips, leaning back a bit as he pumped, her clit so coated with sex juices that she could hear each slap of his body against her own. The veins of his neck had started to bulge, Bree knowing he was about to come.

She tightened her vagina around him.

He groaned. She did it again, enjoying the sense of power it gave her to watch him come unglued.

“Bree,” he groaned, his thrusts so hard, she had to clutch the counter to keep, from moving. He was there, right there—that spot that made her want to squirt all over him. He wanted to come inside her, too. She felt him swell as he prepared to fire off his load.

Maybe that’s why she did what she did next.

Without thought she pushed him away. He staggered back, his dick slick and wet, a tiny stream of cum dribbling out of the end.

She tensed, waiting for him to say something, to get mad, to yell at her.

He didn’t say a word.

Bree felt something shift inside her, something that made her shoulders straighten in determination, that made her feel ashamed and relieved and grateful all at the same time.

He still hadn’t moved.

She went down on her knees and took him in her mouth, ignoring her own need for release. She wrapped her mouth around his head and gobbled down all her salty essence. He gasped, bent his knees. Her vagina pulsed in sexual satisfaction as she suckled on the sticky taste of herself. She knew he was going to come—and quickly—took the first squirt down her throat, swallowed, then drew back and worked his staff for more, satisfaction filling her as another hot stream shot out and landed on her chest.

“Jeez,” she heard him moan, and looked up to see him staring down at her. His dick hadn’t softened one bit and so she knew she wouldn’t have any problem when she turned around, giving him her ass.

“My turn.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, just pushed into her as she rested her upper body against the cold counter, spreading herself wider and wider as he pumped and pumped and pumped.

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