The Dare Collection March 2019. Rachael Stewart

       CHAPTER TEN

      THE ENTIRE WORLD burst into flame, as if the long-dormant volcano that had made this island roared back to life and took Lucinda first.

      There was no easing in. No getting her bearings. Jason picked her up and threw her into a wall of a wave the way he had out on the water, head over heels in a mad hurtle that tasted like whiskey and aroused, impossible male, and she had no choice but to swim or drown.

      Lucinda chose to swim.

      She wrapped her arms around his neck, held on to all that brawn and muscle like he was hers, and opened her mouth beneath his.

      And the way he licked into her mouth was better than plain old fire or his clever hands slicked with lotion. It was deeper, hotter and indescribably dirty.

      Lucinda got the distinct impression that he wasn’t playing around.

      He had her in his lap, and within moments his hand was streaking up her leg beneath the soft fabric she’d wrapped around her. And the only thing she could think to do with all that sensation and heat was shift herself so he had better access. So she did. And he took it.

      She knew his touch already and she thrilled to it, making a greedy sound in the back of her throat that should have humiliated her as he found his way between her thighs. But there was no room in her for humiliation. Not when he finally found his way beneath her panties and into the slick heat of her pussy.

      At last, she thought fiercely, with a deep, full greed. At last.

      If she thought that he would toy with her a little now, play with her and drag this out because he could, she was mistaken.

      He kept his mouth on hers, kissing her deep and hard and so intensely it made her feel hollow with longing. Then he shifted her on his lap until she was kneeling astride him, her pussy against his cock with only his jeans and the scrap of her panties keeping her from taking him deep inside her.

      It was like falling. Flying. Tumbling end over end, and Lucinda couldn’t tell if she wanted to go on forever or she thought it might kill her. But she knew that really, she didn’t care which. Or what happened to her.

      Just so long as it never ended.

      Jason reached between them. His rough fingers yanked at her panties until they gave way, and she knew she should care that he’d ripped them off her. And she did, but only because it somehow made his tongue in her mouth taste that much wilder.

      He pulled his jeans open, making a dirty, gritty kind of sound as he dragged out that hard, heavy cock of his that had been haunting her for what already felt like her whole life.

      She felt the blunt head of it, tracing over her pussy and hitting her clit, then moving through all that molten heat while she saw stars. Once, then again, like he wanted her to get a feel of him.

      Or wanted her to get dizzy.

      And this time she had no intention of holding herself back, she thought as he pulled out a condom and sheathed himself. She wasn’t sure she could have if she tried.

      His hands gripped her ass, hoisting her up and into position, so he could start working all of that thick, heavy length inside her.

      Lucinda was shuddering now, trying to push herself deeper onto him than he would allow her to go because she needed all of him, now. But he maintained his grip and kept her to a mere inch, then a retreat, then another even slower inch.

      “I hate you,” she managed to say, there against his mouth.

      She could feel that laughter of his rumble in his big chest. Though at first she thought it was yet another earthquake tearing her up from the inside out.

      “I can tell.”

      He worked her lower, then lower still, until she was sure she was spread-eagled over him. Pinned wide and waiting for him to fill her completely. It was enough to make her pant and sweat, but it still wasn’t enough.

      He still wasn’t there.

      He worked her farther down his massive shaft. He hitched his hips to back up again, grinning when she made a sound of protest.

      And then he surged that last little bit inside her, dragging the base of his cock over her clit as he sheathed himself to the hilt.

      It walloped her.

      She went spinning straight over an edge she hadn’t seen coming with such a wild, intense punch that she found herself crying out right there against his mouth.

      All Jason did was laugh, then lick it up, too.

      And then, when she was shaking out her wild, incandescent release—only dimly aware that the sarong had come unknotted to pool around her hips, leaving nothing between them at all—he began to move.

      Her.

      He wrapped his big hands around her waist and moved her up, then down, as if she was weightless. As if she was a toy, and he was using her to pleasure himself as he chose—

      A notion that nearly made her come all over again when she’d hardly finished the first round.

      He made a sound, something low and deep that she knew was a command, and there was no reason she should have understood him.

      But she did.

      She did—as if they were connected in more ways than simply the huge cock that filled her too wide and thrilled her too intensely in turn.

      Lucinda arched against him, moving to take even more of him with each deliriously slick, hot slide. And giving him what he wanted, which was her breasts right there at his lips.

      He sucked in one nipple, then played with it. He rolled it inside the wet heat of his mouth before releasing it, with a distinctly dirty popping sound, and then moving to the other.

      And Lucinda lost herself in that sharp tug. In the insanity of his beautiful cock inside her. In all the ropes and chains of fire and need that stormed through her, connecting her nipples to her pussy and all of her to his mouth, his cock, the heat and the glory.

      Everything was that fire that had raged between them from the start. Sensation and sheer madness, tighter and tighter with every thrust. His cock was too big and just right, and he worked it inside her over and over again.

      Until she thought she might die from all this pleasure. Until she was so wet she was sure she might drown them both. And still he played with her breasts, letting his hands slide down lower on her ass so he could hold her in a way that struck her as even more filthy than before.

      Especially when he found the rest of her with his thumb.

      And he wasn’t the least bit shy about toying with what he’d found.

      She made a helpless, glorious keening sound. Jason’s mouth dropped to her neck, and she felt the very instant that his control finally snapped to match hers. When he stopped moving her the way he wanted and simply fucked his way into her like his life depended on it, too.

      And that was when she got to ride him as she liked, hard and deep and wild.

      Her hair had fallen down, somehow,