cupping the back of her head and bringing her mouth to mine.
Her breath is minty and fresh. My gaze locks one final time on her lips, and I’m done for. There is no way in hell I’m letting this opportunity pass. Fuck the future. I need to be inside her now.
I smash my lips against hers, devouring her mouth. The kiss is wet, wild, and hotter than I imagined it would be. She moans, her tongue warring with mine. I nip her lower lip, and she returns the favor. My hands sink into her hair. As I expected, it’s thick yet soft, and I tug gently at first, but when she grinds against me, I pull harder, eliciting a soft moan.
Fuck yeah .
I hit the jackpot.
Cadie O’Shea likes a hint of pain with her pleasure. Testing the theory, I slap her bottom and squeeze a plump ass cheek through her suede pants. She digs her nails into my back and sucks my tongue into her mouth.
My cock is like reinforced concrete; I’m afraid I might blow in my best leathers. I’ve never been this close to losing control, so I need to move things along before I make a fool of myself. I’ll savor her later, because this first time is going to be fast and furious.
Running my hands over her shoulders and down her arms, I find the hem of her shirt and she raises her arms. I yank it over her head, revealing her heaving chest and a pair of perfect tits I want slide my dick between. Her white lacy bra lifts her breasts, presenting the valley of cleavage like a gift to unwrap.
Wasting no time, I expertly unhook her bra with my right hand while my left one moves to caress a soft, round globe the minute it’s uncovered.
“You’re so fucking sweet. I need to taste you.” I drop my head and take a leisurely lick of her straining nipple before grazing it with my teeth and sucking it into my mouth.
She smells damn good too. Everything about Cadie pulls me in. She’s a seductress who doesn’t realize her power.
When I replace my mouth with a hand and move to lick her other nipple, she arches and lets out a shaky sigh, “Don’t stop.”
I pull my lips off her, creating a wet pop. “Stop?” I chuckle. “I plan to get you out of those pants and onto my bed, where I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. After that I’m going to spend the rest of the night making you come more times than you’ve ever come before, and by the time I’m done, you will be begging me to let you rest.”
“Oh,” she whispers, eyes wide. “It won’t be hard to beat my climax record. No man has ever made me come.”
My gaze finds hers, and it’s pretty fucking clear she’s telling the truth. I’m stunned.
It’s also clear the liquor’s lingering effects are loosening her tongue. I somehow doubt she’d share something so intimate without a boost of liquid courage.
“Want to explain?”
“Not really, but I will.”
I guide her to the bed and she stretches out on her back. In a flash, I’m by her side, propped on my elbow, eager for her explanation. I’ve never had a woman say something so strange during a prelude to sex.
She doesn’t hesitate. “I’ve had one boyfriend. He thought I was fat. Complained about my thighs, my butt, about pretty much anything to do with me and my body. He was a selfish lover, and I never got off. It’s that simple. He was a jerk, and I finally woke up and dumped him. It’s been two years, and I think you’re the perfect test subject for my shagging experiment.”
Her words tear me up in several ways. To start with, I want to crack the asshole’s skull. How could he not think the woman beside me is beautiful in every way? He had a treasure chest to explore but kept it buried in the sand. Secondly, the fact she’s been sex-free for two years blows my mind. How can anyone go without a solid shagging for that long? I guess if I wasn’t getting off, I might refrain too.
Her last comment, referring to me as a test subject, irritates me. Is that all I am?
I should be relieved. Sex without strings, a fun-filled cruise,
Her breath is minty and fresh. My gaze locks one final time on her lips, and I’m done for. There is no way in hell I’m letting this opportunity pass. Fuck the future. I need to be inside her now.
I smash my lips against hers, devouring her mouth. The kiss is wet, wild, and hotter than I imagined it would be. She moans, her tongue warring with mine. I nip her lower lip, and she returns the favor. My hands sink into her hair. As I expected, it’s thick yet soft, and I tug gently at first, but when she grinds against me, I pull harder, eliciting a soft moan.
Fuck yeah .
I hit the jackpot.
Cadie O’Shea likes a hint of pain with her pleasure. Testing the theory, I slap her bottom and squeeze a plump ass cheek through her suede pants. She digs her nails into my back and sucks my tongue into her mouth.
My cock is like reinforced concrete; I’m afraid I might blow in my best leathers. I’ve never been this close to losing control, so I need to move things along before I make a fool of myself. I’ll savor her later, because this first time is going to be fast and furious.
Running my hands over her shoulders and down her arms, I find the hem of her shirt and she raises her arms. I yank it over her head, revealing her heaving chest and a pair of perfect tits I want slide my dick between. Her white lacy bra lifts her breasts, presenting the valley of cleavage like a gift to unwrap.
Wasting no time, I expertly unhook her bra with my right hand while my left one moves to caress a soft, round globe the minute it’s uncovered.
“You’re so fucking sweet. I need to taste you.” I drop my head and take a leisurely lick of her straining nipple before grazing it with my teeth and sucking it into my mouth.
She smells damn good too. Everything about Cadie pulls me in. She’s a seductress who doesn’t realize her power.
When I replace my mouth with a hand and move to lick her other nipple, she arches and lets out a shaky sigh, “Don’t stop.”
I pull my lips off her, creating a wet pop. “Stop?” I chuckle. “I plan to get you out of those pants and onto my bed, where I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. After that I’m going to spend the rest of the night making you come more times than you’ve ever come before, and by the time I’m done, you will be begging me to let you rest.”
“Oh,” she whispers, eyes wide. “It won’t be hard to beat my climax record. No man has ever made me come.”
My gaze finds hers, and it’s pretty fucking clear she’s telling the truth. I’m stunned.
It’s also clear the liquor’s lingering effects are loosening her tongue. I somehow doubt she’d share something so intimate without a boost of liquid courage.
“Want to explain?”
“Not really, but I will.”
I guide her to the bed and she stretches out on her back. In a flash, I’m by her side, propped on my elbow, eager for her explanation. I’ve never had a woman say something so strange during a prelude to sex.
She doesn’t hesitate. “I’ve had one boyfriend. He thought I was fat. Complained about my thighs, my butt, about pretty much anything to do with me and my body. He was a selfish lover, and I never got off. It’s that simple. He was a jerk, and I finally woke up and dumped him. It’s been two years, and I think you’re the perfect test subject for my shagging experiment.”
Her words tear me up in several ways. To start with, I want to crack the asshole’s skull. How could he not think the woman beside me is beautiful in every way? He had a treasure chest to explore but kept it buried in the sand. Secondly, the fact she’s been sex-free for two years blows my mind. How can anyone go without a solid shagging for that long? I guess if I wasn’t getting off, I might refrain too.
Her last comment, referring to me as a test subject, irritates me. Is that all I am?
I should be relieved. Sex without strings, a fun-filled cruise,
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