Quest for Love: Los Angeles Armstrongs 1 (The Armstrongs Book 7) by Jessica Gray
Authors: Jessica Gray
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crazy. She ached for that man. Ached to finish what they’d started earlier. Her sensitive nipples sprang to life and desperately needed to have his fingers on them. But those strong hands stayed in their place, sending heat into her stomach and all over her body.
In a desperate attempt to feel more of him, she pressed her ass into his hardening erection. Oh my god, that feels good. She must have murmured those words loud, because he whispered, “You feel good, too.”
Then he nuzzled her ear and kissed his way down her neck, leaving a burning trail of yearning. Her breath came hard and forced, and she wriggled in his arms, until he pushed his hand below her shirt and ever so slowly moved it across the bare skin of her stomach up to her breasts.
A loud moan escaped her throat and filled the otherwise silent room. Much to her surprise Chuck growled, “You make me crazy with those sexy sounds, sweetheart.” To prove his words he pressed his immense hardness into her backside and at the same time pushed her bra aside, to cup her small breasts with his big palms.
The ensuing sensation made Linda want to crawl out of her skin, and she arched into his touch when his fingers started worrying her nipple. Sensations of pure lust fired throughout her body and her nipples tightened to painfully taut peaks – a pain that could only be relieved by his touch – and she was going crazy with need on her other, neglected nipple.
Apparently Chuck read her mind, because he moved his hand to her other nipple to give it the same tantalizing treatment. And back to the first one. Her mind was caught up in processing the pleasure Chuck’s hands evoked, when suddenly his hand was gone.
The feeling of loss made her groan in desperation, but then she felt his hand brush lightly over her core. Scalding heat shot through her at his touch, and then came the memory of having removed her jeans earlier and the realization that she’d opened the door clad in nothing but another oversized t-shirt. No wonder he’d stared at her.
Linda made a feeble attempt to search for the blanket and cover her naked legs, but Chuck still held her in his grip and intensified the pressure between her legs. His stroking hand drove her out of her mind. How could a girl try to keep her flabby thighs from his sight, if he was doing that ? Thankfully the room was dark enough to not let him see how imperfect she was.
He groaned and shifted her on her back, pulling the t-shirt over her head, leaving her bared to him in nothing but disheveled bra and panties. Goosebumps formed on her skin.
“Gosh, you’re perfect. So hot.” His voice was thick with desire.
She blushed under his scrutiny, but as much as she wanted to cover herself up, she longed more for his next touch. He sat beside her, his hands expertly removed her bra, and then his hot wet mouth covered her breast. The moment he suckled on her nipple, she gasped. Loud. Which apparently gave him the signal to do the same to her other nipple. Shots of fire poured down her veins. The rolling, squeezing, and teasing of her nipple was almost unbearable and she writhed beneath his touch.
His hand delved beneath her panties, stroking her cleft until one of his fingered entered her. Zings of pleasure exploded and somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered if a person could survive that much pleasure. Apparently one could, because moments later, the feeling intensified tenfold as his thumb grazed her clit.
His hand stroked, grazed, and rubbed her, while his mouth had attached to her nipple – sucking, biting, and rolling. A wave of unknown intensity traveled to the base of her spine, ready to sweep over her. The ache between her legs was nothing she’d ever experienced before.
“Chuck…” she said, but the rest was swallowed by her own scream, as her inner muscles convulsed around his finger and the throbbing need exploded. Wave after wave of an earth-shattering orgasm rolled over her, but his hand
In a desperate attempt to feel more of him, she pressed her ass into his hardening erection. Oh my god, that feels good. She must have murmured those words loud, because he whispered, “You feel good, too.”
Then he nuzzled her ear and kissed his way down her neck, leaving a burning trail of yearning. Her breath came hard and forced, and she wriggled in his arms, until he pushed his hand below her shirt and ever so slowly moved it across the bare skin of her stomach up to her breasts.
A loud moan escaped her throat and filled the otherwise silent room. Much to her surprise Chuck growled, “You make me crazy with those sexy sounds, sweetheart.” To prove his words he pressed his immense hardness into her backside and at the same time pushed her bra aside, to cup her small breasts with his big palms.
The ensuing sensation made Linda want to crawl out of her skin, and she arched into his touch when his fingers started worrying her nipple. Sensations of pure lust fired throughout her body and her nipples tightened to painfully taut peaks – a pain that could only be relieved by his touch – and she was going crazy with need on her other, neglected nipple.
Apparently Chuck read her mind, because he moved his hand to her other nipple to give it the same tantalizing treatment. And back to the first one. Her mind was caught up in processing the pleasure Chuck’s hands evoked, when suddenly his hand was gone.
The feeling of loss made her groan in desperation, but then she felt his hand brush lightly over her core. Scalding heat shot through her at his touch, and then came the memory of having removed her jeans earlier and the realization that she’d opened the door clad in nothing but another oversized t-shirt. No wonder he’d stared at her.
Linda made a feeble attempt to search for the blanket and cover her naked legs, but Chuck still held her in his grip and intensified the pressure between her legs. His stroking hand drove her out of her mind. How could a girl try to keep her flabby thighs from his sight, if he was doing that ? Thankfully the room was dark enough to not let him see how imperfect she was.
He groaned and shifted her on her back, pulling the t-shirt over her head, leaving her bared to him in nothing but disheveled bra and panties. Goosebumps formed on her skin.
“Gosh, you’re perfect. So hot.” His voice was thick with desire.
She blushed under his scrutiny, but as much as she wanted to cover herself up, she longed more for his next touch. He sat beside her, his hands expertly removed her bra, and then his hot wet mouth covered her breast. The moment he suckled on her nipple, she gasped. Loud. Which apparently gave him the signal to do the same to her other nipple. Shots of fire poured down her veins. The rolling, squeezing, and teasing of her nipple was almost unbearable and she writhed beneath his touch.
His hand delved beneath her panties, stroking her cleft until one of his fingered entered her. Zings of pleasure exploded and somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered if a person could survive that much pleasure. Apparently one could, because moments later, the feeling intensified tenfold as his thumb grazed her clit.
His hand stroked, grazed, and rubbed her, while his mouth had attached to her nipple – sucking, biting, and rolling. A wave of unknown intensity traveled to the base of her spine, ready to sweep over her. The ache between her legs was nothing she’d ever experienced before.
“Chuck…” she said, but the rest was swallowed by her own scream, as her inner muscles convulsed around his finger and the throbbing need exploded. Wave after wave of an earth-shattering orgasm rolled over her, but his hand
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