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Beneath These Chains (Beneath #3) Page 43
Author: Meghan March

We rode in silence to his place, and I wondered if he’d already forgotten about his plan to go out tonight. “If we’re going out tonight, then I need to get a dress from my house.”

Lord didn’t take his eyes off the windshield. “Change of plans. I need you in my bed, under me, and I need to know that you’re right there with me.”

Hello.

All my girl parts sat up and took notice. “What brought this on?”

“Does it matter?”

I contemplated that for a bit. “I guess not.” But I knew it was a primal instinct springing from his concern for my safety after everything that had happened today.

Lord’s gaze raked me as he pulled into the gravel two-track drive. The intensity in it told me what kind of night I was in for. Within minutes, we were in the house, and he was skimming his hand over my shoulder, sliding off the cardigan I’d worn over my sundress. He set it aside before returning to stripping me. Rough thumbs slipped under the straps, and goose bumps lit up my skin.

He wasn’t wasting time, and I wasn’t about to slow him down.

“So fucking soft. Shouldn’t even be allowed to touch you.”

“Don’t you dare stop.”

“Not a chance.”

The straps fell down my shoulders, and his big hand reached around to find the zipper and tug it down.

The dress floated to the floor, and I stepped out of it. My heart thudded against my ribcage. This felt so much bigger—like what was happening here was going to overflow the room and flood the entire neighborhood.

Lord made quick work of my bra, and it dropped onto my dress. I stood before him in nothing more than my underwear, and I was pretty sure my emotions were transparent. I’d never trusted any man this much. Had never felt this much for any man. The danger sirens should’ve been going off in my head, but all I could focus on was him.

He lowered his mouth, brushing his lips over mine before his tongue slipped inside. His hand dropped from my chin and coasted down my arms before cupping my ass. Tucking a thumb into either side of my panties, he tugged them down until I was completely naked, but he was still completely clothed. The disparity of the situation just made it all that much hotter.

When he finally pulled back, it was to guide me into a seated position on the bed.

My hands immediately went to his belt. I unbuckled it and pulled down the zipper. “I’m not kneeling now,” I said.

My eyes darted up to Lord’s face, and his blue eyes had turned molten. “No, you’re not.”

I palmed the bulge springing from beneath his boxer briefs and squeezed.

“Can’t believe you made me wait so damn long for this.”

“Good things are worth waiting for. I would’ve waited a hell of a lot longer.”

“Guess it’s lucky the wait is over.”

I tugged his boxers down and ran a thumb up the underside.

Lord stroked my cheek with his thumb as I lowered my head.

I dragged my tongue along the shaft, from the base to the crown, and closed my mouth over the tip.

The hand that had been caressing my face speared into my hair, pulling it back and up into a rough ponytail. “Fuck, Elle.” He groaned when I pulled his cock away from his body, wrapping my fist around it, and took him deeper. “Goddamn that feels good.”

With most guys, I didn’t suck dick. It was a personal preference. Why? Because I always felt cheap and used by the end. It didn’t matter how polite or sweet the guy was—although I rarely went for polite or sweet—but the end result left me feeling like shit. But with his one statement—I don’t ever want to see you on your knees—Lord had torn away the shame that I usually felt. This act now filled me with power and fulfillment.

Lord’s groan once again broke through the silence, and his knees buckled.

It was a heady feeling—knowing I had the power to make a strong man’s knees weak with pleasure. But it was a good kind of power. The kind that I’d give right back to him when he blew my mind with orgasms in only minutes. It was the give and take with Lord that made it all work so well. It was the push and pull and ebb and flow. The natural rhythm of things that made being with him as easy as breathing.

I stroked my hand up and down his length, jacking him off slowly before I took him as deep as I could. When his cock hit the back of my throat, Lord eased away slightly and said, “I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to come in that tight little pussy of yours.”

I released the head of his cock with a pop of my lips. “Are you sure about that? Because I don’t think it’s an either-or decision. I’m pretty sure we could make both of those happen.” I was feeling like a seductress. Amazing what the sight of weak knees could do to a girl. Hell, amazing what any sight of Lord Robichaux could do to a girl.

The fist gripping my hair tightened and my head tilted up. “You’re a fucking goddess. Which means I’m going to take you up on your offer—next time. Next time, after I fuck you, you’re going to suck my cock until I come down your perfect little throat. But tonight, I’m going to fuck you until you come so hard you’ve used up every bit of energy just trying to stay with me, and you’re going to pass out from exhaustion.”

Ummm … Okay then. I’m good with that program.

“Okay.”

He released his grip on my hair, and lifted me toward the head of the bed. Lord stepped back and stripped off his remaining clothes.

Personal strip tease courtesy of the sexiest man I’d ever seen? Hell. Yes.

He shoved his jeans and boxer briefs the rest of the way down his hips, and they crumpled on the floor. Grabbing his shirt by the back, he tugged it over his head and tossed it aside. I loved the efficient way he rid himself of everything that remained between us. In only moments, he was as naked as I was. His cock bobbed, and I still wished I had my mouth wrapped around it.

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