The Taste of Mr. Davenport by Jessica Ingro Page A

be so erotic.
    “Yes.”
    “And you’re going to be a good little girl and come on my cock, aren’t you?”
    Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she whimpered.
    “Show me how much you want me. Show me how good it feels.” His words washed over her and she clenched his cock with her muscles.
    “Mr. Davenport,” she moaned.
    “Yeah that’s right.” He pounded into her one last time and released himself deep inside her.
    “That was perfect,” she told him. Claire couldn’t have ever imagined that her first time would be so fabulous.
    “You fuck like a dream.”
    Claire’s orgasm washed over her as she rubbed her clit to the images in her head. She cried out his name and pretended she was with him.
    “Oh God,” she groaned and rolled on her side, curling up in a ball, thankful Elise hadn’t come back to the room while Claire was perving on her father.
    Her infatuation with Carter Davenport was going to forever be her secret. Her dirty, little secret.

 
    Three’s Company
    (Deleted Scene)
     
    Thanks to Elise’s distraction with Bobby, Claire found herself without the company of her friend more and more frequently. It was perfect considering it meant she could spend all her free time with Carter—naked, hot, and sweaty—seeking out the nirvana that only he could provide.
    Heat spread across her skin at the memory of how thoroughly Carter had devoured her the night before. She never thought being bound to a bed with a plug in her ass while being fucked so hard she was practically torn in two would have been her thing. Turned out, it was so her thing.
    Her fingertips on her thighs danced lightly across her feverish skin remembering Carter’s look of concentration as he gave her so many orgasms she lost count. His stamina was off the charts, especially for being nearly forty years old. He certainly put her previous college boyfriend to shame.
    A throat clearing brought her out of her revelry. Turning her head, she saw Carter standing in the open French doors watching her with heated eyes. He looked delicious in a pair of low-slung basketball shorts. The cut of his hips and the happy trail leading down to what she knew was an outstanding treasure made her mouth water.
    Could it really have been only two hours since he had eaten her until she came all over his face? Regardless, the ache between her legs was back and told her it had been too long.
    The left side of his mouth lifted into a devilish grin—almost as if he could read her thoughts—and he crooked his finger, beckoning her to him. She’d go wherever he wanted as long as he continued to look at her like that.
    Rising from the lounge chair and making her way to where Carter stood, Claire focused on her heartbeat now echoing as a pulse between her legs. By the time she stopped a few inches from him, she was breathless and full of need.
    “I have a surprise for you.” He took her hand and led her inside to his bedroom. Stopping at the closed door, he focused on her with a pensive look on his face. “If you aren’t comfortable with it, just say the word. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to.”
    Claire nodded, trying to hide her nerves. She had no idea what was behind that door, but she was more anxious than ever to find out.
    Carter gripped the knob and turned. The door seemed to swing open in slow motion as Claire waited to see what was on the other side.
    Peering into the room, she let out an audible gasp at the sight of the very woman she had seen Carter having sex with weeks before, now spread out on his bed like a sinful offering. This woman was the perfect gift with the bow being her black lace bra and panties—the only thing covering her well-toned body.
    “This is my surprise?” Claire’s voice sounded raspy even to her.
    “Claire, this is my good friend Mary. You mentioned the other night that you’ve always wanted to see what it would be like with a woman and I want to give that to you,” Carter spoke softly