Page 16 of Sticks and Stones (FBI Romance/Thriller #65)

The mere idea of someone admiring what was his made him insane.

And dangerous.

As her ME, Chris let her lead, but when they were off duty, he had needs that had to be met. They came out as soon as he realized what he could lose.

HER.

“I love these moments with you,” she admitted. “All work and no play makes Bethe a very dull girl.”

Wasn’t that the truth?

Granted, some of the hottest sex they had was while working, but still...

“Then feel free to play,” he said, as she toyed with his dick and balls.

Already, his need to cum was at front and center, but it would have to wait until she was done with him.

He was Elizabeth’s playground.

When she licked the tip of his erection to catch that bead of precum, his heart skipped.

“I love you,” Chris said, his eyes filled with nothing but absolute devotion. “Thank you for being mine, Elizabeth. I’m a lucky man.”

His words always hit her in the feels. If only he knew how fortunate she was to have him.

She was the lucky one.

Period.

For now, it was time to show him. Oh, and show him she would.

Big-time.

With a rough stroke of her hand, Chris’ body shook.

“Let me show you how much I want you,” she said, grinning wickedly.

Chris was not saying no to that.

At her touch, his head dropped back, and a moan escaped his lips. All he wanted was her hands on his body, and her mouth doing truly wicked things.

“Yes, please, Bethe.”

When he ran his thumbs over the pebble of her nipples, she actually shook, proving how much she wanted him.

Teasing him, she ran her hands over her own body, tantalizing him with what was to come. They were going to re-christen this couch for the countless time.

“Please, Elizabeth. I need you,” he muttered as she got him wild with her hands on her body.

Someone was being honest. Chris’ erection was rock hard, and his body taut with the kind of sexual tension everyone craved.

Yeah, it was time.

“Does Sir want some head?” she asked, putting that seductive purr in her voice because it made him crazy.

As he opened his mouth to answer, she took that moment to slip him between the wet warmth of her lips. The feeling was so delicious that it caught him off guard.

He couldn’t help himself.

One hell of a moan escaped from his lips.

That set her off as she hungrily devoured his dick. She turned up the heat knowing that if she teased him, someone would not only come undone, but he’d ravage her body.

And that’s all she wanted.

Elizabeth wanted Chris’s rock-hard erection buried between her legs.

As she blew him, he fought the lure to cum. With his outrageously wild woman, there was always that need since she was always trying to break his control.

She had a wicked mouth.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “This never gets old. I love it when you surprise me in my office. Do it more often,” he said, as his eyes practically rolled back in his head when she did something mind-blowing with her tongue.

Oh, well, she could make that happen.

As he lay against the arm of the couch, she continued tormenting him.

Elizabeth would be lying if she said it didn’t make her wet.

It did.

This man made her want to do insane things.

“Making me crazy,” he muttered, as she did her worst, and he loved every second of it. Elizabeth knew her way around his body, and she wasn’t afraid to drive him wild.

When she ran her nails down his inner thighs, it shot licks of electricity through his whole being.

And it made him harder.

“Bethe,” he muttered as he could feel his balls tighten. Her mouth was wild as she blew him to the point he couldn’t remember his own name.

God.

He couldn’t get enough.

Staring at the ceiling, his wife’s mouth was doing wild and wicked things. When she added her hand, he was pretty sure she was going to shove him off of the edge.

Clearly, the love of his life was trying to kill him with a pleasure overload. Now, his heart was thumping wildly in his chest.

As she took him deep down her throat, and hummed, it was his whimper that made her keep going. He was almost to the edge.

When Chris’ leg began shaking, he knew that he wasn’t holding on much longer. Elizabeth was owning that mating, and he was helpless to her.

“Sweetness, more,” he begged as her mouth devoured him, and her hand working his dick over wildly.

Chris couldn’t catch his breath.

This was only going to end one way.

He was going to blow.

To hold on, his hands found her hair, and he buried his fingers deeply into the outrageously riotous curls. Then, he let go of control, giving his wife what she wanted.

His cum.

The switch was flipped, and Sir came to the party. Oh, she’d teased and invited him, and now, he was there.

When he opened his eyes, there was desperation there.

“Make me cum!” he ordered, as her teeth scraped up his erection.

Elizabeth heard the tone.

He was a man on the edge, and about to lose it.

When she teased him even more, switching up the rhythm, he wasn’t having it.

“Bethe!” he growled, his hands tightening in her hair as his hips took over, sliding his rock-hard erection deeper down her throat.

When her lips met the base of his erection, she was choking on his dick. All it took was her squeezing his balls, and the man she loved erupted.

“Oh, God!” he hissed as his body shattered apart and poured down her throat.

Elizabeth held on as he erupted hotly and with so much cum. She was so wet from tormenting him that she couldn’t wait for him to take her on that couch.

Oh, and he would.

She’d bet on it.

If anything, her sexy man was predictable.

As she set his erection free, there was no mistaking that he was still hard. He may have cum, but he wasn’t even close to being done.

Now, the fun would begin.

Pulling her up, she was perched in his lap, his cock pressed tightly against her clit. It was then that he wordlessly began toying with her breasts, feasting on her.

Oh, and Chris was rough.

He went back and forth between them, sucking and tugging with his teeth until she was whimpering in pleasure and pain.

His brain was awash with desperation as all he wanted was her on his dick.

Chris could feel her wetness against his erection, and that made him crave it even more.

When he bit her, she moaned in pleasure, and it was so loud that he was grateful the walls were well-insulated from their neighbors.

His woman was seldom silent during sex.

Well, it was time to make her even louder than she had been.

Sliding down on the couch, he laid flat on his back, and pulled her up to straddle his face. Once there, he found her clit, and showed her exactly how hungry he was.

He craved his wife.

As she was above him, Elizabeth couldn’t fight the need that was whipping at her body. She had goosebumps, and her nipples were still wet from his saliva.

Chris was in control, and he wasn’t giving her any leeway. She was locked to his mouth as he feasted.

His hands were on her bare ass as he kept her trapped above him. The whole time, he stared up her body, and enjoyed her response.

Someone was turned on.

And incredibly wet.

When he nipped her clit, making sure to bite her, it sent her careening over the edge.

It did exactly what he wanted.

She came.

Hard.

Oh, but that was too bad for her. Chris wasn’t even close to being done with her body, and showing her how much he wanted her.

There wouldn’t be enough.

He wanted more.

As she resurfaced from the pleasure, Chris moved, forcing her to her back on their couch. Then, he moved between her legs, and stared down at her.

“God, I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Her moan told him all he needed to know. She wanted that too.

“But first, you’re delicious. I need more.”

Her whole body was alive. She was breathless, and didn’t want him to stop.

“I’m glad you’re not done,” she admitted, running her hands across her body to tease him, and getting his full attention.

He tracked that movement, and the whole time, he was fighting that overwhelming need to bend her over the arm of that couch and fuck her like he wanted.

She was baiting him, and he knew it.

“There will never be enough,” he admitted, holding her legs open.

Then, he admired what was his and only his.

Her.

Body.

“Tell me what you want, Elizabeth,” he ordered, as he tried to gain some control.

She knew exactly what she craved.

“More, Sir,” she purred. “Make me cum again.”

Well, that he could do.

Without another word, Chris went down on her like a starving man.

There was no gentleness.

There was only roughness.

And she screamed in pleasure and pain.

With mouth and fingers, he drove her up again until she was on that precipice, ready to fall. He took her right to the edge and made her wait.

For.

Him.

The whole time, he teased her, proving that she wasn’t the only one who could punish with sex.

He changed the rhythm, forcing her to beg him to cum, and she did—over and over again.

There was something so erotic about a woman begging for more. She was profane, desperate, and so horny that it made his dick wet with precum for her.

His woman.

“Christopher!”

Ignoring her pleading, Chris kept her waiting as he toyed with her clit. He licked, teased, and then swirled his tongue around it, taking his time. The more she begged, the more he dragged it out, knowing she’d be out of control.

That’s what he wanted.

He wanted her wantonly riding his cock until they both came.

“Sir! Please!” she begged, as her body shook from the oral assault. “I’ll do anything if you just let me cum,” she said, as he kept feasting.

And that was exactly what he wanted.

Chris bit her clit harder this time, and she gasped in pleasure and pain as she was torn from the edge and into the freefall.

The whole time, he enjoyed watching her body as she rode out the pleasure.

When her eyes opened, he was to the point.

“I want my wicked wife to ride me. I want to be buried so deep in you that you feel me in your womb.”

She shook at his words.

“I want to watch you ride me until you can’t stop cumming for me.”

She was desperate for him.