Leverage on Him by Debora Pin (best fiction novels txt) 📖

jerking at the strings on her corset to loosen it. She bit back a cry as the motion bruised tender skin. “But you will find I am even more so.” He bared her breasts and tossed the corset onto the floor. Julianna’s nipples, pebbled into aching points, jutted from her full breasts like offerings and she hated that she wanted him to stuff them into his mouth. But he was no longer about foreplay or making the experience pleasurable for her. “On your hands and knees, Julianna,” he ordered and when she was slow to obey, he quickly tossed her on her belly and pulled her hips toward him. Her ass was in the air, anchored by his strong grip and she was helpless to do anything but wait for that moment when he impaled her on his cock. A quiver of need started somewhere in her groin and she

groaned in spite of the mortification. “Tell me you want me,” he ordered. She bit her lip to refuse. Wasn’t it enough that he could wring such pleasure from her body? Did he have to grind the knowledge into her brain? “Tell me,” he said in a harsh voice and she shuddered. Suddenly, he changed tactics and she was unprepared for the soft touch on the bare skin of her behind. “You have the sweetest ass, Julianna…a man could spend a lifetime staring at this view. But an ass like this is perfect for something else.”

She stiffened and tried to rise but he pushed her back down. Was he going to…? Oh, please no. “Boston…please don’t do that…”

“Do what sweetness?”

He was toying with her as punishment for her disobedience. He ran his

finger lightly down the crack of her bottom and she trembled wildly at the possibility of his invasion of her most private place. “Please don’t…” was all she could say and he chuckled, ignoring her plea to gently push his finger between her cleft. “Boston!”

And suddenly, he was pressed against her, at her ear and her breath caught painfully in her chest. “Don’t what? Don’t fuck you in your ass? Oh, sweet girl, I can’t make that promise. You have an ass made for fucking. Just the thought of pumping my cock into that tight hole is enough to make me come. You would deny me such a pleasure? Have you forgotten? You are my

purchased property, which means that sweet, tight ass belongs to me and I will fuck it at my leisure. That’s a promise,” he ended with the silky threat and she would’ve collapsed on the bed if it weren’t for him holding her tightly. He reared back and she tensed, but instead of that cock splitting her backside as she feared, the soft, spongy flesh pressed against her core and rubbed at her clitoris, teasing it back to life, creating sparks of pleasure that promised to ignite with the right touch. Soon she was moaning again, pressing against him, eager to feel that blinding pleasure again. She was worse than a cat in heat. She had no shame. Hunger clawed at her as need began to spiral. He rubbed the soft head of his cock against the tip of her clitoral hood and soon, she was desperate. The touch wasn’t hitting the exact right spot but it was maddeningly close and she suspected that he knew it because he chuckled at her sounds of frustration. She gritted her teeth, knowing exactly what he wanted but she should she give in? Hell, she couldn’t stop herself. “Boston! I want you,” she gasped giving in with a frustrated cry. “Please! Make me come again!”

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he said with an approving smile. He

replaced his cock with his fingers and pinched her pulsing clitoris between his thumb and forefinger, sending her into orbit. Stars exploded behind her eyes and she lost all sense of time and place until suddenly, Boston was there

— pushing himself slowly and inexorably into her hot, quivering sheath, until he was pressed tightly against her hymen. One quick thrust, a ripping pain, and he was balls deep inside her. But he didn’t give her time to focus on the pain.

He was already angling his cock so that it rubbed against her G-spot. With each thrust, the pain slowly receded, replaced by that deep, soul-born pleasure that vibrated throughout her entire body and she was once again keening and mewling like an animal in breeding season.

Embarrassment was an emotion for the rational mind — and rationality

had long since fled.

All that remained was mind-blowing pleasure.

The bastard certainly knew how to make a woman forget who she was.

Julianna gasped as another star burst behind her eyes and her muscles spasmed with rhythmic pleasure, lovingly milking his cock for every drop he had to give.

She would never be the same after Boston Kincaid.

Ever.

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For one glorious moment, Boston’s mind was totally devoid of

conscious thought. His body was still ringing with the after effects of a mind-blowing orgasm and he was totally spent. What an amazing ride. If he were an older man he would’ve been fearful for his heart for it’d nearly burst out of his chest, it was beating so hard. Julianna started to roll away from him and he stopped her. He hated that she wanted to get away from him, no matter that he’d just made her come several times over. Julianna stared with faint mistrust at his hand on her arm, tousled and plainly thoroughly fucked and his gut twisted.

God, she was gorgeous but she hated him. “Where are you going?” he asked.

“The bathroom,” she answered, pulling her arm free. “Are you okay

with that?”

He released her. “I suppose. Don’t take all day. I’m not finished with you.”

Julianna scurried to the bathroom and practically slammed the door.

Boston winced at the sound and fell back against the pillows. Most women would’ve been licking his toes at this point but not Julianna. She was as stubborn as they came. Maybe that was part of her allure; she didn’t do anything that he expected her to. He found her refreshingly irritating with her refusal to bow to him in anyway unless his tongue was in her pussy. That seemed the only way to bend her to his will. Not a bad way of doing things, he supposed. He loved the taste of her. He could smell her sex on his face and he wanted more. But, he realized with a sigh, virgins needed time to recover. He

knew it’d hurt when he’d ripped through her hymen. He’d felt her body stiffen and swallowed her tiny cry of pain. Perhaps he could make it up to her somehow. But as soon as the generous thought crossed his mind, he pushed it

away. What did he care if she thought he was the devil? She’d signed on the dotted line and agreed to the deal so as long as she cooperated, he could give a shit as to her personal feelings about him. Besides, their acquaintance would end eventually and they’d both go on their merry ways and she could relegate him to the deepest, darkest place in her personal history and likely, he’d forget all about her with time because let’s face it, at the end of the day, after a woman had served her purpose and no longer interested him, he could barely remember her name.

How does that bullshit taste? A voice mocked silently and he scowled though he knew the voice had only been in his head. There’d been a time when he’d been an idealistic romantic but that was so long ago he barely remembered how it felt to believe in true love and all that crap.

Boston climbed from the bed and strode to the kitchenette, where he pulled a water from the small refrigerator. After guzzling it down, he grabbed another for Julianna. Don’t want to get dehydrated, he thought with a lascivious smile. Oh, the things he wanted to do to her. Dirty things. He wanted to defile her body in so many ways that she never once forgot who had obliterated her

virginity. If he could, he would tattoo his name across her pussy so she could never escape his possession of her. Damn, he should’ve put that in the paperwork. He rather liked the idea of having his ownership on her permanently. Maybe he could renegotiate.

At that he smiled with delight but even as his cock was ready to play again, there remained that annoying voice at the back of his mind that tugged at something from his past, dragging it out from the depths of its locked box to throw at his feet. He’d once loved so deeply that he’d nearly lost himself when the relationship had crumbled to dust.

He swore he’d never give his heart to another woman to break.

Ever.

But his cock? That he’d gleefully give to Julianna over and over and over…

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Julianna stared at her nude body in the mirror, shocked at how easily Boston had turned her inside out with his touch. The things he’d done to her…

and the way she’d responded…she squeezed her eyes shut to avoid seeing the

stain of embarrassment spread across her cheeks. She’d been as wild as a harlot and just as shameless. Her breasts appeared bigger and the nipples were reddened from the corset and moisture dribbled from between her thighs. She

knew what dripped from her core — his seed — and she quickly grabbed a towel and began wiping it away. They hadn’t actually discussed protection and she’d assumed that he would use a condom. Julianna scrubbed at her skin but

the damage was done. His seed was deep inside her and if one of those industrious swimmers found its mark, she’d end up pregnant. What had he been thinking? Maybe he hadn’t been. Maybe he didn’t care. Maybe he had scores of bastards running around in the world and he didn’t give a lick because all he had to do was write a check to make them go away. Well, she didn’t want to be tied to him any longer than required and that certainly included getting pregnant by him.

They’d have to have a talk immediately because she refused to have sex

with him again without protection. End of story.

She winced as her insides twinged, an instant reminder of how

thoroughly she’d been fucked and she hated that she’d loved it. Sex was pleasurable — her body didn’t know the difference between Boston’s cock and

another man’s. But there was no denying that Boston knew his way around a woman’s body. He was damn near masterful. Well, practice made perfect, so they say, and Boston had likely had plenty of it.

Julianna rinsed and dried her face and then grabbing the robe hanging

on the door and quickly putting it on, she returned to the bedroom.

Boston initially frowned when he saw the robe but he allowed her to remain robed, for which she was grateful. She climbed onto the bed, keeping

as much distance as possible between them but accepted the water bottle he handed her. He regarded her with smoldering heat that made him appear sexy

and dangerous — a combination that did terrible things to her resolve — but

he surprised her when instead of reaching for her, he began talking instead.

“I’ve arranged for a Skype session for you and your brother once he gets settled in New Zealand. I would imagine he has many questions for you. Of

course, you will tell him nothing of our arrangement. I don’t care how you frame our relationship as long as you keep the details of it private. I’m sure you can imagine how if word got out, it could look bad for me.”

A wry smile found her lips. “You mean, extorting sexual favors from a

woman would be a blight on your reputation? Shocking.”

“Yes, well, let’s just say, it would be very inconvenient to have to explain and I have no wish to do that. Besides, what inconveniences me will spell ruin for you. For both our sakes…keep it clean.” Ironic that