Things That Go Bump in the Night IV by Ashleigh Raine, J. C. Wilder, Lorie O'Clare
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legs, filled the doorway to her bedroom. He smelled earthy, telling her he’d probably just returned from a run.
60
Blue Moon
“You told me to call you tomorrow. It’s tomorrow.” He moved toward her, approaching slowly.
She couldn’t decide whether it had been a good idea to go to bed without her nightgown on or not. He would have just ripped it off of her if she had worn it, and she liked her nightgown. Nonetheless, she gripped her blankets, using them as a shield against him.
“What are you doing here?” Her brain was still foggy from sleep.
“You know I’m not going to leave you alone.” He began unbuttoning his shirt, his gaze never leaving her.
And she knew she didn’t want him to leave her alone. Her heart pounded in her chest, the same beat making her pussy throb. He undressed in front of her, that incredibly sexy body slowly appearing while he shed his clothes.
“Yes. I know,” she whispered, admitting the truth.
He crawled onto the bed, hovering over her, like the predator stalking his prey. His body glistened from the strong ray of moonlight streaming through her bedroom window. Solid muscle, bulging, taut, he moved like he was still in his beast form.
She looked down at the long length of his cock—hard, solid. Her mouth watered.
Tingles rushed over her skin, an exciting sense of anticipation making her feel almost giddy.
“And I think you want me here.” His voice was low, not a whisper, more like a growl, matching the slinking movement of his body.
Hot cream soaked her pussy, the scent rising through the air, answering his question before she spoke. “Yes,” she whispered.
His mouth covered hers, hot and moist, feasting on her. She rose up to him, letting go of the blanket, reaching for him. Her hands brushed over his body, his muscles quivering under her touch. Reaching down, she encircled his thick shaft with her fingers, feeling it pulsate against her palms.
Ralph groaned into her mouth, feeding her while he took from her all she would offer. He empowered her, made her drunk off of his strength. Sitting up, she pushed into him, forcing him to his knees.
For the first time, she ended the kiss, looking up into his lust-filled eyes. She studied the strong jawline, his thick neck, ran her hands along his broad shoulders. His coarse chest hair tickled her hands while she explored the curve of his muscles, the width of his torso.
Then looking down, she ran her hands over his cock. It danced in eagerness, thrusting toward her while her mouth grew so wet she had to swallow just staring at how glorious he looked.
“I think I will have you,” she told him, running the tips of her fingers over the swollen curve of his cockhead.
61
Lorie O’Clare
Ralph moaned, reaching for her, trying to push her down on the bed. “Sandy.
You’ve had me for a long time now.”
His words soared through her, making her heart dance. He’d wanted her for a long time. How special that made her feel. But he’d watched her, not taken time to get to know her. And now he would know her. And he would know that although petite, a widow with an overbearing daughter, she was also strong.
She pushed back, looking up at him, finding it hard not to grin at the surprised look he gave her. Ignoring his reaction to her defiance, she went down on her hands and knees and ran her tongue over the round smooth surface of the tip of his cock.
“Dear God. Damn.” He grabbed her head, his long thick fingers tangling through her hair. “Woman. Yes.”
She could hardly open her mouth far enough to suck him into her mouth. The rock-hard shaft with skin so soft against her lips, moved in and out of her. Fucking her.
Taking all she offered and pushing a bit harder for more. She gagged against him, feeling him stretch her throat, wanting even more of him.
Running her tongue over the satin skin, she tasted his saltiness, smelled his rich scent, and her body rushed with an ache so severe, so full of need, she could
60
Blue Moon
“You told me to call you tomorrow. It’s tomorrow.” He moved toward her, approaching slowly.
She couldn’t decide whether it had been a good idea to go to bed without her nightgown on or not. He would have just ripped it off of her if she had worn it, and she liked her nightgown. Nonetheless, she gripped her blankets, using them as a shield against him.
“What are you doing here?” Her brain was still foggy from sleep.
“You know I’m not going to leave you alone.” He began unbuttoning his shirt, his gaze never leaving her.
And she knew she didn’t want him to leave her alone. Her heart pounded in her chest, the same beat making her pussy throb. He undressed in front of her, that incredibly sexy body slowly appearing while he shed his clothes.
“Yes. I know,” she whispered, admitting the truth.
He crawled onto the bed, hovering over her, like the predator stalking his prey. His body glistened from the strong ray of moonlight streaming through her bedroom window. Solid muscle, bulging, taut, he moved like he was still in his beast form.
She looked down at the long length of his cock—hard, solid. Her mouth watered.
Tingles rushed over her skin, an exciting sense of anticipation making her feel almost giddy.
“And I think you want me here.” His voice was low, not a whisper, more like a growl, matching the slinking movement of his body.
Hot cream soaked her pussy, the scent rising through the air, answering his question before she spoke. “Yes,” she whispered.
His mouth covered hers, hot and moist, feasting on her. She rose up to him, letting go of the blanket, reaching for him. Her hands brushed over his body, his muscles quivering under her touch. Reaching down, she encircled his thick shaft with her fingers, feeling it pulsate against her palms.
Ralph groaned into her mouth, feeding her while he took from her all she would offer. He empowered her, made her drunk off of his strength. Sitting up, she pushed into him, forcing him to his knees.
For the first time, she ended the kiss, looking up into his lust-filled eyes. She studied the strong jawline, his thick neck, ran her hands along his broad shoulders. His coarse chest hair tickled her hands while she explored the curve of his muscles, the width of his torso.
Then looking down, she ran her hands over his cock. It danced in eagerness, thrusting toward her while her mouth grew so wet she had to swallow just staring at how glorious he looked.
“I think I will have you,” she told him, running the tips of her fingers over the swollen curve of his cockhead.
61
Lorie O’Clare
Ralph moaned, reaching for her, trying to push her down on the bed. “Sandy.
You’ve had me for a long time now.”
His words soared through her, making her heart dance. He’d wanted her for a long time. How special that made her feel. But he’d watched her, not taken time to get to know her. And now he would know her. And he would know that although petite, a widow with an overbearing daughter, she was also strong.
She pushed back, looking up at him, finding it hard not to grin at the surprised look he gave her. Ignoring his reaction to her defiance, she went down on her hands and knees and ran her tongue over the round smooth surface of the tip of his cock.
“Dear God. Damn.” He grabbed her head, his long thick fingers tangling through her hair. “Woman. Yes.”
She could hardly open her mouth far enough to suck him into her mouth. The rock-hard shaft with skin so soft against her lips, moved in and out of her. Fucking her.
Taking all she offered and pushing a bit harder for more. She gagged against him, feeling him stretch her throat, wanting even more of him.
Running her tongue over the satin skin, she tasted his saltiness, smelled his rich scent, and her body rushed with an ache so severe, so full of need, she could
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