Lora_Leigh_Bound_Hearts_2_Submission[1].pdf by Lora Leigh

can never decide where to put my tongue first.”
    She blinked, confusion filling her expression. “What?” Her question was almost a
    gasp.
    “You heard me.” His hand stroked to her thigh. “Do I take your lips and plunge my
    tongue into your mouth, Terrie, or do I push it as deep and as hard up your pussy as I
    can, and suck all that sweet cream into my mouth? Deciding is a bitch.”
    Her mouth opened, her thighs tensed. He watched as she fought to breathe, to draw
    in air to counter the arousal he saw surging in her gaze. He parted her thighs then, his
    cock jerking at the sight of the damp spot on the silk of her panties. His gaze rose back
    to hers.
    “Do you want that, Terrie? My mouth buried in your cunt, my tongue fucking you
    to orgasm?” Her thighs opened farther as a strangled moan whispered past her throat.
    “Please,” she whispered, and his cock surged in joy then throbbed in
    disappointment as he gently closed her thighs.
    “Remind me when you’re sober, Terrie.” He stood to his feet, staring down at her
    shocked expression. “I won’t fuck you drunk. Sober up, then call me. But don’t be
    surprised if you find out exactly why Sax was at that wedding, and what he’s most
    likely doing right now to your friend’s climaxing body. You won’t play with me,
    Terrie,” he warned her softly.
    He turned and left the room, then the house. If he didn’t, he knew he would fuck
    her, knew he would drive his cock so deep and hard inside her she would scream for
    her orgasm. And he couldn’t. Not yet. She hadn’t seduced him; she didn’t want it
    enough. When she did, well then, he grinned, then he would give her everything he had
    ever dreamed she could take.

    Lora Leigh
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