her. No, that wasn’t right. He needed to fuck her.
Up against the tree.
Right now.
He grabbed her wrist. Hard. She gasped, but her green-eyed gaze lit up and sparkled. She smiled when he took her finger and licked it.
Goddamn, she tasted good. He covered his lips over her finger and sucked. Every last drop of her honeyed cream. And he wanted more.
“Shit,” she whispered. “More.”
He pulled her finger out of his mouth. “Yeah, baby. More.” He pushed her against the tree and dropped to his knees, grasping her ankles. Her skin was utter silk, trembling under his fingers as he wove a trail with his hands up her calves, her thighs, sliding under her sexy, tight little skirt, pushing it up with his hands until he revealed little white lace panties.
“Sexy little things,” he said, leaning in to breathe the scent of her cunt. The more he inhaled, the more fogged his brain became. And the harder his cock got. He looked up at her. She was watching him, her lips parted, her breathing ragged as he dragged her panties over her hips and down her legs.
8
Legend’s Passion
Her pussy was so pretty, a little thatch of raven hair just at the top of her sex. The rest of her was bare. He reached out to smooth his fingers over the swollen lips, bringing away more of her sweet honey. He licked it from his fingers like candy.
“Eat me,” she begged, spreading her legs wider. “Please lick my pussy.” With a growl he reached up and grabbed her ass, digging his fingers into her soft flesh as he pulled her cunt toward his face and buried his tongue in her sex.
“Ohhh God,” she cried, tangling her fingers in his hair and thrusting her hips forward to undulate against his questing tongue.
He sucked her clit, ravenous for the taste of her. Damn, he couldn’t get enough, swallowing her cream, licking her up and dipping his tongue into her pussy. Her little moans only made him want more, made him want to take her over the edge. He wanted her to come in his mouth, wanted to possess her completely. He wanted her screaming and writhing against him, to give her a climax like no man had ever given her.
He didn’t know why he wanted it like that, he just did.
Relentless, he assaulted her clit, swirling his tongue over the distended pearl until she was shrieking, pulling at his hair. She came apart then, flooding his tongue with her cream. He drank every bit of her juice and continued to lick her until her legs were trembling uncontrollably.
Then he rose and covered her mouth, needing the taste of her lips.
She devoured him like a hungry animal, wrapping her leg around his waist to hold him in place.
As if he had any intention of leaving. Not until he’d filled her with his cock, his cum.
Not until he made her his.
Chantal was quivering. Every damn part of her body. She didn’t know who this man was, but she wanted him. All of him. Inside her.
9
Jaci Burton
God, he had a talented mouth. No man had ever made her come like that. Shrieking like a goddamn banshee. Her clit still tremored with the aftereffects of her climax.
And the way he kissed her, it was as if he’d possessed her, his tongue mastering hers with velvety strokes that made her belly tighten. She was past the point of clear reason. Chantal Devlin, who never lost control with a man, who was always so clearheaded, even with sex, had totally and completely gone over the edge with this guy.
And she still didn’t even know his name.
She tore her mouth from his, the mating call reaching desperate proportions now.
She searched his face, lost in the depth of his steely blue eyes. “I’m Chantal. Tell me your name.”
“Dylan.”
She palmed his chest. Steely hard, just like his abs as she trailed her fingers down to his crotch. She popped the jeans button, then drew the zipper down, shuddering as her knuckles brushed his hard-on. It was thick, long—she couldn’t resist dipping her hand inside his jeans to encircle his flesh.
“Christ,” he said
Up against the tree.
Right now.
He grabbed her wrist. Hard. She gasped, but her green-eyed gaze lit up and sparkled. She smiled when he took her finger and licked it.
Goddamn, she tasted good. He covered his lips over her finger and sucked. Every last drop of her honeyed cream. And he wanted more.
“Shit,” she whispered. “More.”
He pulled her finger out of his mouth. “Yeah, baby. More.” He pushed her against the tree and dropped to his knees, grasping her ankles. Her skin was utter silk, trembling under his fingers as he wove a trail with his hands up her calves, her thighs, sliding under her sexy, tight little skirt, pushing it up with his hands until he revealed little white lace panties.
“Sexy little things,” he said, leaning in to breathe the scent of her cunt. The more he inhaled, the more fogged his brain became. And the harder his cock got. He looked up at her. She was watching him, her lips parted, her breathing ragged as he dragged her panties over her hips and down her legs.
8
Legend’s Passion
Her pussy was so pretty, a little thatch of raven hair just at the top of her sex. The rest of her was bare. He reached out to smooth his fingers over the swollen lips, bringing away more of her sweet honey. He licked it from his fingers like candy.
“Eat me,” she begged, spreading her legs wider. “Please lick my pussy.” With a growl he reached up and grabbed her ass, digging his fingers into her soft flesh as he pulled her cunt toward his face and buried his tongue in her sex.
“Ohhh God,” she cried, tangling her fingers in his hair and thrusting her hips forward to undulate against his questing tongue.
He sucked her clit, ravenous for the taste of her. Damn, he couldn’t get enough, swallowing her cream, licking her up and dipping his tongue into her pussy. Her little moans only made him want more, made him want to take her over the edge. He wanted her to come in his mouth, wanted to possess her completely. He wanted her screaming and writhing against him, to give her a climax like no man had ever given her.
He didn’t know why he wanted it like that, he just did.
Relentless, he assaulted her clit, swirling his tongue over the distended pearl until she was shrieking, pulling at his hair. She came apart then, flooding his tongue with her cream. He drank every bit of her juice and continued to lick her until her legs were trembling uncontrollably.
Then he rose and covered her mouth, needing the taste of her lips.
She devoured him like a hungry animal, wrapping her leg around his waist to hold him in place.
As if he had any intention of leaving. Not until he’d filled her with his cock, his cum.
Not until he made her his.
Chantal was quivering. Every damn part of her body. She didn’t know who this man was, but she wanted him. All of him. Inside her.
9
Jaci Burton
God, he had a talented mouth. No man had ever made her come like that. Shrieking like a goddamn banshee. Her clit still tremored with the aftereffects of her climax.
And the way he kissed her, it was as if he’d possessed her, his tongue mastering hers with velvety strokes that made her belly tighten. She was past the point of clear reason. Chantal Devlin, who never lost control with a man, who was always so clearheaded, even with sex, had totally and completely gone over the edge with this guy.
And she still didn’t even know his name.
She tore her mouth from his, the mating call reaching desperate proportions now.
She searched his face, lost in the depth of his steely blue eyes. “I’m Chantal. Tell me your name.”
“Dylan.”
She palmed his chest. Steely hard, just like his abs as she trailed her fingers down to his crotch. She popped the jeans button, then drew the zipper down, shuddering as her knuckles brushed his hard-on. It was thick, long—she couldn’t resist dipping her hand inside his jeans to encircle his flesh.
“Christ,” he said
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