Page 11 of Renegade (The Santini Assassins #2)

“Ohgod, yes,” she said between kisses. “I want you to eat me, take me, fuck me hard. I want everything. Your large cock inside me, pumping me again and again.

His phone dinged with another text. Ignoring it, he positioned her arms over her head, holding her wrists with one hand while he continued kissing her, then he broke away to feast on her fabulous tits.

Her nipples peaked as he fondled her breast with an intensity that made her writhe beneath him.

She arched off the bed, shoving her plump nib into his mouth.

When he bit her pink flesh, she cried out.

While ravaging her other nipple, he caressed her skin, stopping at the small swatch of pubic hair.

Kissing his way slowly down her body, he stroked the inside of her thighs while she squirmed on the bed. His aching cock urged him on, and he buried his face between her legs and licked her wet pussy.

“Yes! Yessssss,” she cried out. “Eat me so good.”

He licked her folds, tongued her core, but when she began stroking her own pearl, he moved her nimble fingers away and replaced them with his mouth.

“I love that,” she murmured. “Ohgod, yes. Fuck me with your mouth.”

And he tongued and sucked her clit, slipped two fingers inside her, while continuing to fondle her breast. She was undulating on the bed, her ardent moans filling the room with her erotic sounds .

“I’m gonna come,” she said. “Fuck me good.”

He added a third finger, tongued her clit hard, and listened to her cry out through her orgasm, while shaking violently beneath him.

When she stilled, he kissed her clit softly, gently removed his fingers, laid beside her, and pulled her onto him. Her kiss was savage. Groaning, she bit his lip, she bit his tongue. She was a woman on fire and out of control.

Turns out, sweet, badass Caroline Austin was a dirty girl, who liked to let loose… and he couldn’t get enough of her

CAROLINE

Caroline was devouring her dream man. This was the best birthday present ever . Breathing hard, she was desperate to take Grey’s long, thick cock inside her.

She pushed his massive arms over his head, held them down, and kissed him. Euphoria streaked through her. She tongued him with an intensity that left her panting, then she raked her tongue over his perfect teeth until she’d had her fill.

This was her birthday, he was her present, and she was going to take full advantage of him and of their situation. Yes, she was pissed he’d ghosted on her, but not pissed enough to refuse a night of carnal fun.

She hadn’t planned on sucking him, but she had to have him. Had to taste him, had to swallow him down. Sex, sex, and more sex.

“If you have more than one condom, tap me.” He tapped her several times. “Great, ‘cause I’m going to suck you. If you don’t like blowjobs, or you don’t want one from me, tap me.”

He didn’t touch her.

“Glad we’re on the same page. You’re a big, big boy, but I got this.” She wanted to rip off the blindfold and feast on his unrelenting beauty, but she wasn’t going to risk anything going sideways.

She stroked his sculpted chest with her fingers, teased his nipples, then slowed her exploration while she appreciated his eight-pack abs.

Soft skin, granite muscles. With a tender touch, she caressed his massive thighs until her fingers came to rest on his hardened shaft.

Flitters of excitement pulsated through her as she removed the unused condom.

Touching him sent a shiver of delight racing through her.

When she stroked him, she was rewarded with his juices and a gravelly groan.

Despite the many times she’d imagined this, no fantasy came close to the real thing.

Her soaked pussy and throbbing clit reminded her that this man was doing it for her in the absolute best of ways.

She applauded his ability to say nothing, though it was Grey Stone after all. A man of few words.

Then, she stoked his shaft, fondled his balls.

Perfect orbs she couldn’t wait to lick. She nestled herself between those strong thighs and licked his shaft like a popsicle, running her tongue over the wet head.

Around and around until she gobbled him up, taking in as much as she could.

Even when he touched the back of her throat, there was still inches to spare.

That made her happy. Big was better than small. When she started sucking him, he released a long, throaty groan that soaked her pussy. His juices seeped out and she tasted him for the first time.

“You taste good,” she said. “I could eat you all night long.”

Across the small room, his cell phone rang. Ignoring it, she kept going.

Another groan shot out of him and she shuddered in a breath.

Her insides hadn’t stopped pulsating, her core slick with need.

She broke from sucking him and licked one ball, then the other, while stroking his shaft.

Then, she took him inside her mouth and began to deep throat him.

In to the end, then out. Again and again.

His balls tightened as she sucked harder and faster.

The thrill of being able to bring him the ultimate pleasure had her growling and groaning.

“Gonna come,” he rasped out as his phone finally stopped ringing.

Her heart exploded in her chest. If there was any doubt who she was with, that had been erased with those two little words. Grey Stone had uttered the two sexiest words in the English language… and he uttered them to her. She was bringing him to orgasm, and she was going to suck him down.

His manly juices filled her mouth and rolled down her throat.

With any other man, she would have gagged, but this was the one man she’d thought of—dirty fantasies where he choked her with his long, thick cock—where fucking him with her mouth was the perfect gift… to herself.

He stilled, released a long, sexy-as-hell groan that she felt in her pussy. She pulled off, crawled up him, and said, “I want to kiss you, but I’m covered in your come.”

With a gentle touch, he wiped her mouth with the sheet. Then, he pulled her onto him, wrapped his arms around her, and kissed her.

Kissing, kissing, and more kissing. This man could kiss like no other. She loved it, and she hated it. This amazing night would end, and life would go back to blah normal.

Then, he rolled them over and left her. Flipping on the bathroom light, he ran the water for a quick minute, then returned. Next, she heard the crinkle of a condom packet. Seconds later, he was back in bed.

He pulled her onto him. She straddled him. She was at a clear disadvantage. He could see her, but she couldn’t see him. Was he even looking at her?

Remembering that Sydney had told her not to overthink the evening, she cradled his gloved-up semi until it firmed in her hands.

Then, she lifted his cock, guided it to her opening, and rubbed it over her folds.

Back and forth until she was ready to take him inside her.

She started working him in, the pleasure soaring through her, sending her flying higher and higher.

“You feel so good. I like that your huge cock is forcing me to expand.”

Once she’d gotten him inside, she leaned down and kissed him. “I love kissing. Do you?”

He tapped her several times. When she kissed him, she was smiling.

To her surprise, his lips curved into a brief smile of his own.

She began moving on him, slowly, over his hardness.

The euphoria coursed through her, taking her higher and higher.

She loved gliding on him, loved how he was holding her in his strong arms, running his hands over her back, squeezing her ass.

She was his, and she loved that he was in her.

All. The. Way.

Then, he rolled her over and began to thrust. Slowly all the way in, then almost all the way out. When his mouth found hers, their kisses turned feral. Biting, clawing, ravaging each other, there was no off-switch. Two wild animals fucking hard and fast… for the pleasure.

The orgasm started deep inside her and exploded in a series of spasms that rocked her. She groaned through the ecstasy with an intensity that had her gasping for air.

After catching her breath, she murmured, “Ohmygod, what the hell.”

And then, he pinned her arms over her head and he thrust. Hard, fast, and so damn deep. He owned her, and she fucking loved it. Her body bowed to his and she climaxed again, shuddering through the release.

“Coming,” he growled in her ear before pouring himself into her .

And then, he collapsed on top of her. Several glorious seconds passed while the sweetest sound of his panting filled her ears

Grey Stone gave as good as he took.

His kiss seared her. He slid his arms beneath her, trapping her against him, his shaft still buried deep inside her. She tightened her hold while he ravaged her with his talented tongue. Her guttural groans sounded foreign, while she soared on a sex rush she’d never known.

But she was flying high on borrowed time.

He slowed the kiss, then dropped a tender one on each of her cheeks.

She couldn’t see him, but she could feel him peering down at her.

Though she’d been naked, she now felt stripped, like he was staring intently at her…

at all of her. Even in the low-lit room, he could see enough of her to form an opinion.

For reasons she couldn’t begin to understand, she cared what he thought of her… of her face and of her body.

But this was her birthday hookup, not the time to get inside his head.

God knows, she’d tried to analyze him, but she’d given up.

Of all the intelligence officers she’d handled, he was the wildest. An outlier who did whatever it took to chase down the monsters and eliminate them, even if it meant he wouldn’t make it out alive.

And he brought that same wildness into bed.

Lucky me.