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Authors: Alisha Rai
Tags: Erótica, Romance, Literature & Fiction, Contemporary, multicultural, Multicultural & Interracial, Romantic
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except for his big body, his lips and tongue, his calloused hands, and the scent of him wrapped around her.
So long. She’d waited so long for this.
You weren’t good. You don’t get what you want.
She shoved the annoying, smug voice away and concentrated on the moment, twining her arms around his neck and throwing herself into this kiss that was somehow sexier than full-on fucking.
His tongue thrust into her mouth, rubbing against hers, exploring her. His beard was surprisingly soft against her skin. She had imagined he would be gentle and hesitant, but his hands were as greedy and grasping as his mouth as they roved over her back, tugging and coaxing and pulling her until she was straddling him, his palms cradling her ass.
The position was awkward, her snug skirt constricting her. Jacob was a master problem-solver, breaking their kiss to run his hand down her legs and then back up, forcing the fabric up to her waist. Breathing hard, she took in his saliva-slick lips, his focused concentration, the pants making his chest rise and fall. She had to reassure herself she was indeed kissing Jacob , and she hadn’t wandered into some strange wonderland where bearded giants stormed her office to fuck her.
Not that they were fucking.
Yet.
His eyes skated down her body, and she followed his gaze to where her black panties were revealed by her hiked-up skirt. He guided her up, and they both groaned as his jeans-clad dick notched against her pussy. Had she thought he was large before? No, that must have been before he was fully erect.
Jackpot.
Gone. She wanted the barriers between them removed. Nothing was more important at the moment than getting his cock inside her and getting off. She ground down on him, his cock forcing her wet panties against her folds.
“Akira…”
No, she didn’t want them to talk. Talking would bring reality, and she wasn’t prepared for that. She captured his lower lip between her teeth, biting it hard enough to bring a growl from his chest.
Her hands went to his fly, but before she could unbutton him he launched up, spilling her to her back.
She rose on her elbows, ready to fight for what she wanted so badly. Feeling small and delicate was an unusual thing for her, but he was massive as he loomed over her, his arms bracketing her body. His gaze met hers, and the dark, fierce intensity of his arousal stunned her.
Her lips parted. “Don’t stop.” That wasn’t her, surely. She didn’t beg anyone to fuck her.
He shook his head once, but didn’t respond. His fingers went to the neckline of her blouse. She expected him to undo the buttons, opening her slowly to his gaze.
The silk of her blouse disintegrated, ripped off with a few hard tugs. Startled, she let out a squeal and slapped her hand over her mouth.
He didn’t notice. All of his attention was on her breasts. Her bra fared a bit better than her shirt, because he only shoved the material down until her tits were propped on the shelf of her bra.
His head lowered, and he licked a circle around her areola before he sucked the nipple in, drawing on it hard. A cry fell from her lips when he backed off, but it was only to lick his way to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
She planted one foot on the floor and twined the other leg around his waist, arching up in a desperate effort to relieve the pressure building inside her.
His hand steadied her hips, holding her still. “Shh.”
“I need…”
“I know what you need. I’ll give it to you.”
She stopped straining, stunned by the way her body instantly responded to the certainty in his voice. His hot mouth traveled over her breasts and down her belly, biting the flesh above her navel when she shifted. Halting, she tipped her head back and stared at the ceiling. What the hell is happening?
Even when she permitted a man to treat her roughly or she played at being submissive, she was in charge, not him. She was the one initiating and directing the action.
She
So long. She’d waited so long for this.
You weren’t good. You don’t get what you want.
She shoved the annoying, smug voice away and concentrated on the moment, twining her arms around his neck and throwing herself into this kiss that was somehow sexier than full-on fucking.
His tongue thrust into her mouth, rubbing against hers, exploring her. His beard was surprisingly soft against her skin. She had imagined he would be gentle and hesitant, but his hands were as greedy and grasping as his mouth as they roved over her back, tugging and coaxing and pulling her until she was straddling him, his palms cradling her ass.
The position was awkward, her snug skirt constricting her. Jacob was a master problem-solver, breaking their kiss to run his hand down her legs and then back up, forcing the fabric up to her waist. Breathing hard, she took in his saliva-slick lips, his focused concentration, the pants making his chest rise and fall. She had to reassure herself she was indeed kissing Jacob , and she hadn’t wandered into some strange wonderland where bearded giants stormed her office to fuck her.
Not that they were fucking.
Yet.
His eyes skated down her body, and she followed his gaze to where her black panties were revealed by her hiked-up skirt. He guided her up, and they both groaned as his jeans-clad dick notched against her pussy. Had she thought he was large before? No, that must have been before he was fully erect.
Jackpot.
Gone. She wanted the barriers between them removed. Nothing was more important at the moment than getting his cock inside her and getting off. She ground down on him, his cock forcing her wet panties against her folds.
“Akira…”
No, she didn’t want them to talk. Talking would bring reality, and she wasn’t prepared for that. She captured his lower lip between her teeth, biting it hard enough to bring a growl from his chest.
Her hands went to his fly, but before she could unbutton him he launched up, spilling her to her back.
She rose on her elbows, ready to fight for what she wanted so badly. Feeling small and delicate was an unusual thing for her, but he was massive as he loomed over her, his arms bracketing her body. His gaze met hers, and the dark, fierce intensity of his arousal stunned her.
Her lips parted. “Don’t stop.” That wasn’t her, surely. She didn’t beg anyone to fuck her.
He shook his head once, but didn’t respond. His fingers went to the neckline of her blouse. She expected him to undo the buttons, opening her slowly to his gaze.
The silk of her blouse disintegrated, ripped off with a few hard tugs. Startled, she let out a squeal and slapped her hand over her mouth.
He didn’t notice. All of his attention was on her breasts. Her bra fared a bit better than her shirt, because he only shoved the material down until her tits were propped on the shelf of her bra.
His head lowered, and he licked a circle around her areola before he sucked the nipple in, drawing on it hard. A cry fell from her lips when he backed off, but it was only to lick his way to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment.
She planted one foot on the floor and twined the other leg around his waist, arching up in a desperate effort to relieve the pressure building inside her.
His hand steadied her hips, holding her still. “Shh.”
“I need…”
“I know what you need. I’ll give it to you.”
She stopped straining, stunned by the way her body instantly responded to the certainty in his voice. His hot mouth traveled over her breasts and down her belly, biting the flesh above her navel when she shifted. Halting, she tipped her head back and stared at the ceiling. What the hell is happening?
Even when she permitted a man to treat her roughly or she played at being submissive, she was in charge, not him. She was the one initiating and directing the action.
She
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