Taken by the Pirate Billionaire by Shelli Stevens Page A

was the era. And you, Miss Hawkins, are unromantic.”
    “My apologies. Please go on.”
    Feeling lighthearted, and a little bit naughty, she reached over and teased a finger over the bulge in his jeans.
    “I’m trying to read,” he admonished, but didn’t push her hand away.
    “I’m sorry.” She batted her eyelashes. “I couldn’t resist the draw of your phallus.”
    He growled at her—even as his cock stirred under her hand—but turned back to the diary. “ Darren did the most wicked thing to my flower. He kissed it and then stroked it with his tongue.”
    “Mmm. See that part there? Oral skills run in your family.”
    Devon’s smile was small and disappeared quickly, but she’d still seen it.
    “ So wonderful was the sensation that I in turn decided to kiss upon his phallus.”
    “May I kiss upon your phallus, Mr. Murray?” She slid down to rest her head in his lap. She gazed up at him, her smile mischievous. “I don’t believe it. This is turning you on.”  
    “I’m not sure the writing is, but your head on my dick isn’t helping things.” Devon groaned as his hand delved into her hair. “You’re making it impossible for me to read, sweetheart.” 
    “I want you to read.” She nuzzled his growing erection. “I just wanted something to occupy my mouth while I listened.”  
    He gave a strangled laugh. “Isn’t that why you made sandwiches?”
    “I’m craving a different kind of meat.” She unzipped his jeans.  
    Devon laughed. “You’re unbelievable.” 
    “You like it.” She pulled his cock free and began stroking.
    “Of course I do.”
    “Good. Please, don’t mind me. Just keep reading.”
    His expression became strained as her caresses became more aggressive, but he again looked down at the diary.  
    “ He joined us in a truly sinful manner. As if we were both animals. Renee!” He exhaled sharply as she touched the tip of him.
    “Keep going.”
    “ I upon my hands and knees, with him behind me. Oh! It’s nearly too wicked to tell of.”
    “Ah, doggy style.” Renee smoothed her thumb over the plump head of Devon’s cock. “That was the first position you took me in, remember, honey?”
    Devon set down the diary and pushed her back onto bed, stretching out over her. “I’m going to take you right now, sweetheart, if you don’t stop touching me like that.”
    “Promise?” she purred, keeping her hand wrapped around him. She felt wonderfully alive and young. Scandalous. Maybe because of what they were reading, maybe because of the past two days. But every inch of her hummed with energy and need.
    He groaned and began unfastening the buttons on her pajama top. When her breasts were bared he covered them with his hands and then lowered his mouth to hers.
    His tongue swept between her lips, while the palms of his hands made circles over her taut nipples.
    Renee reached down to push off her pajama bottoms and then her panties, moaning as she wrapped her naked legs around his waist.
    He tore his mouth from hers. “Damn, you move fast. Are you sure you don’t want to keep reading?”
    “We’re just taking a quick break.” She nipped at his chin. “Fuck me fast, and we can get back to the diary. There’s a condom in the bedside table next to us.”
    “Sounds good.”  
    His fingers slid into her and she nearly lost her mind. But soon it wasn’t enough. She grabbed his hand to still it.  
    “I want to be on top.”
    Rolling him over onto his back, Renee waited as he put on protection, and then climbed astride him. Positioning his cock at her entrance, she slowly slid down. Her eyes closed. God, he was thick. Filled her so completely.
    She moved on him, rocking back and forth and circling her hips to bring him deeper.
    “Am I hurting you?” He pushed his hips upward to drive deeper inside her. “I should’ve taken my jeans off.”
    “I’m glad you didn’t.” She gasped. “It feels kind of rough and incredible.”
    Devon reached up to play with her