Unleashed: Declan & Kara (Unleashed #1-4; Beg for It #1) by Callie Harper

last
chance, my last opportunity to deny him, to deny my own needs.
    “Are you nervous
about showing me?” I quivered at the sound of his voice, so low,
rough and dangerous. “Showing how wet you are for me?” He inched
up my skirt, so slowly. I squirmed, embarrassed but hot and desperate
under his touch. “Are you worried about me finding out how much you
want me?” Another inch. His thumbs traced my ass crack, pressing
against the fabric. “Because once I’ve seen you swollen and wet,
dripping for me, you’ll never be able to pretend again. I’ll
always know how much you want my cock rutting deep inside you,
fucking you hard.”
    I gasped as he pulled
what remained of my dress up to my waist, leaving my buttocks
completely exposed in the bright glare of the stockroom light. I
squirmed again, but his masterful hands wouldn’t let me get away.
He held me firm and steady and arched up for him to see everything.
    He groaned and traced
his fingers down the length of my lace panties, slowly, pressing the
lace into my soaking pussy. I panted and couldn’t stop myself from
pressing back into his fingers, begging him for more.
    “So wet for me,” he
panted. With sudden ferocity, he tore away the scrap of lace. I’d
never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. He gave a deep growl of
satisfaction like an animal, a beast scenting its mate in heat.
    “Now turn around.”
Hands on my shoulders, he turned me to face him, then picked me up
and placed me on a wide, wooden shelf at the level of his waist.
“Hold on up here.” He placed my hands up along an upper shelf.
Then he commanded, “Spread for me.”
    I gasped as he knelt
down and hooked my knee up and over his shoulder. He dove one hand
underneath my ass cheeks, and used the other to push my remaining
thigh up and out to the side. Then he brought my quivering, drenched
pussy right up next to his face for inspection. In the harsh, exposed
light bulb of the storeroom, there was no hiding, no pretending and
being coy. No turning him down and pretending to be disgusted.
    I panted as his gaze
devoured me, pure male satisfaction at my glistening folds. “So
wet, my Kara. So bare for me.”
    Ever so slowly, he
flicked his tongue across my slit. I cried out with the intensity of
it, a shot of pleasure coursing electric through my entire body.
Slowly, expertly, he began licking me, sliding his tongue along my
slick petals, stroking, coaxing pure pleasure from my throbbing
flesh. Oh God, it felt so good. I had to touch him. I took my hands
off the shelving, bringing them to his silky, soft hair, his massive
shoulder, the muscles corded and bunching under his shirt.
    “Hands where I told
you, Kara,” he growled.
    I whined. It was
torture to keep my hands off of him. I didn’t see why I had to.
    “You don’t want me
to stop, do you?” he warned me.
    I brought my hands back
up, one wrapped around a pole, the other gripping the shelf above me.
My breasts out, nipples hard, legs spread wide, I held myself there
for him to devour. And he began again, teasing, controlled, slowly
licking like flames I desperately wanted to flare into a wildfire. I
knew I was making noises, mewling and crying out, but I couldn’t
stop myself. Panting, consumed with desire, it was all I could do to
remember to keep my hands up. But I had to. I needed him to keep on
doing exactly what he was doing, building my pleasure, my body
quaking and readying itself for the ultimate release.
    “You’re so close so
fast,” he praised me and I moaned in response. He brought his hands
to my inner thighs, parting my legs even more to give him more access
and I gave it, willingly. “But you may not come until I tell you
you can,” he instructed me. “Do you understand me, Kara?”
    “Yes,” I moaned,
eyes closed, head tipped back. His tongue swirled expertly around my
clit, teasing, pulling, licking, then fucking me deep and hard. So
close to orgasm, my moans turned more urgent, into begging and
pleading. I