This is an excerpt from "Take Me" by Tracy Wolff. It has been republished here with permission from Carina Press.

Reaching out, I rub my thumb over her mouth, tracing her swollen lips and the smile that slays me. She responds with a kiss on the top pad of my thumb, followed by a sharp little nip - right before she sucks my thumb deep into her mouth.

And fuck. Just … fuck. The wicked gleam is back in her eyes and all I can think about now is her on her knees in front of me, her hair caught in my fist as I shove my cock down her throat.

The image is so real that pleasure shoots down my spine and for a second I think about freeing her just to see what she’ll look like on her knees. But there’s so much I want to do to her before I let her go, so much I want to see - which is why I take a step back even when every instinct in my body is screaming at me to let her go. To let her swallow me whole.

“What are you doing?” she demands when I pull back. “Where are you—”

“Shhh, I’m right here,” I answer as I circle around to the other side of the St. Andrew’s Cross and drop to my knees in front of her. Then I reach forward and pinch her clit between my thumb and forefinger. “I’ve got you, darlin’. I’ve got you.”

“Deacon.” It’s half whimper, half plea as she thrusts her hips back and forth against my hand. “I need… I need—” Her voice breaks again.

“I know,” I whisper, and then I lean forward and kiss her pussy like I’ve been dying to from the second she first took her clothes off in front of me. Hot, wet, deep, I stroke my tongue over her clit before delivering one long lick along her slit.

She brokenly calls my name again as she strains against my mouth. I love it, just like I love the way she twitches and moans when I murmur sweet nothings against her clit. Just like I love the way she pulls against the restraints in an effort to get closer to me, her free hand clawing at my shoulder and back.

She scratches deep and just like that it sets me off, has my dick jerking against my zipper as I thrust my tongue and my finger deep inside of her.

Hope comes with a scream, riding my hand as her body clenches around me. I find her G-spotand stroke it, intensifying her climax until the only thing she can say is my name. Until the only thing she can think about is me and the pleasure I’m giving her.

Eventually, the rhythmic contractions end and she slumps against the X, eyes dazed and skin covered with a light sheen of sweat. “You Ok, darlin’?” I ask when she doesn’t say anything, and she nods vaguely, like forming words is somehow beyond her skill set at the moment.

A better man would release her now, would undo the restraints and gather her in his arms until she came back to herself. But I never claimed to be a good man and there’s still way too much I want to do to this woman to let her off with one little orgasm. I’ve behaved myself the last two days, but now that I’ve had a taste of her, that’s done. Everything is, except my need to make her come again and again and again.

Which is why I slide a second finger inside of her even as I lean forward and blow a stream of hot air directly against her clit.

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