Stone Cold Knockout (House of Pain Book 1) by Lavender Parker Page A

and she had a remarkably dirty imagination. Between them, his cock jerked against her stomach, as if sensing her thoughts. With a low moan, he grabbed her ass, flattening her against him. He attacked her mouth, kissing her like his life depended on it. She opened up to him, loving the feel of his probing tongue against hers, hot and hungry. She cling to him as he lifted her off her feet. Before she knew it, he had her back against the cold tile wall. He broke the kiss first, coming up for air.
    “Gennifer,” he whispered her name, reverently like a prayer. “It is not enough.”
    “ No, it's not,” she agreed, dragging her tongue over his chin.
    “ I'm going to fuck you,” he said. A thrill went through her as his commanding words. “Do you have a problem with that?” His eyes searched hers, like he was daring her to disagree. Nope. No problem, she thought. She almost laughed but there was no humor in his tone. He was holding himself tight, trying to keep control. He wouldn't do anything to her that she didn't want, she realized. He wanted her pleasure as much as he wanted his own. The Russian was intense, but he was all hers. She zeroed in on his cock again with a singular focus, wanting to give him just as much pleasure as he had given her.
    She was going to take care of him.
    She pressed her palms to his chest and gave him a light shove. He took a step back and she took the opportunity to drop to her knees and take his cock in her hand. She'd been fantasizing about this moment for so long and he did not disappoint. He had the most beautiful cock she'd ever seen —thick and veiny, with soft silky skin, and a broad, ruddy head made for sucking. A bead of pre-come begged to be licked off of the tip of him. She wasted no time, wrapping her lips around him and taking him deep into her throat. He filled her up, his taste heady and spicy on her tongue. She held him there until she felt her throat constrict around him and her lungs cry out for air. Then she reared back, running her tongue along the sensitive underside of his head as she released him. He hissed, his cock jerking and bobbing in her face, crying out for her attention.
    She could suck him all night, she realized. She loved the heavy, full feeling of him in her mouth. She loved the way her jaw stretched wide to fit him. He tasted delicious, just like she'd known he would. With a satisfied moan, she licked the tip of his cock, then circled it with her tongue. “Do you have a problem with this?” she asked, locking her eyes on his and raising an eyebrow. “I can stop.”
    “Do not tease me, solnyshka ,” he said and she smiled. A small, dangerous grin curled over his lips and then he said three wonderful words: “Suck my cock.”
    An almost painfully sharp thrill went through her and she took him deep again, flattening her palms on his thighs. She picked up her pace, taking him deeper and deeper. He was too big for her, but she was damn sure going to try to take all of him. She felt his hand on the back of her head, and she moaned against him. She wanted him to be rough. She wanted him hard and fast and deep. His fingers tightened in her hair, holding her still. He withdrew from her mouth, then pumped back in slowly, inch by devastating inch.
    She opened her eyes again and caught his gaze. She wanted him to know she didn't want to be treated softly. He seemed to get the memo and began to fuck her mouth in earnest. He pushed deep, but not too deep. He was still holding back. His stomach was tight, his self- control taking all of his strength. She felt her nails digging into his hard thighs but she didn't want him to stop. She was greedy. She wanted more. She wanted all of him. But at the moment when she wanted him the most, he pulled away.
    He grabbed her upper arms and hauled to her feet. Her head whirling and dizzy, she stumbled into him. He pressed her against the wall in a flash, dragging his teeth from her throat to her sternum. He closed his hot mouth