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lay back on the mattress and spread her legs, and Jake’s greedy gaze devoured her sweet pussy. Bare, save for a narrow strip of dark curls, her pink folds glistening with moisture.
When he met her eyes, he saw the hunger in those deep blue depths. She was staring at his chest, looking so appreciative that a burst of pure male satisfaction went off inside him.
“There should be a law stating you’re not allowed to wear a shirt,” she said with a contented sigh.
“There should be a law stating you’re not allowed to wear anything .”
“You just going to stand there all day?” she asked in a throaty voice.
“Maybe.” He licked his lips. “Spread your legs wider.”
She obeyed without question, propping one leg up so he had a perfect, unobstructed view of her sex.
“God, Bree, I need to taste you.”
“What are you waiting for?”
Good question. He swiftly dropped to his knees, pulled her toward him so her ass was hanging off the bed, and buried his face between her legs. She tasted like heaven, sweet and heady and utterly feminine. Jake lapped at her with his tongue, licking her clit, then sucking it hard. She moaned, and he felt the vibration of that husky sound against his lips.
He teased her with his mouth, his lips, his teeth. And when her hands started clawing at the sheets, he applied more pressure on her clit, flicked his tongue over it in a steady rhythm and made her come so hard she nearly thrashed off the bed.
When she let out a satisfied little moan, Jake climbed up her gorgeous body and flung an arm out in the direction of the bedside table. He’d stashed a box of condoms there earlier, and he quickly grabbed a foil pocket, sheathed himself, and drove into her tight, wet pussy.
“I need to come,” he muttered. “Right. Fucking. Now.”
Slow had never been an option when it came to him and Bree. He was too hungry for her, too desperate to cross that finish line. His strokes were hard, erratic. She canted her hips to deepen the connection, wrapping her arms around him. Pain stung his back when she dug her fingernails into his skin. He groaned, dishing out some rough stuff of his own as he drew her bottom lip between his teeth and bit her.
Bree cried out and started rocking beneath him. Her orgasm pushed him over the edge, sending a streak of raw heat to his balls as he gave himself over to release and came in an explosive rush of white-hot ecstasy.
As her inner muscles milked every last drop of pleasure from his body, Jake squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in ragged breaths. It took a few minutes before his brain was capable of functioning again and when he opened his eyes, he found Bree grinning up at him. “You okay?” she taunted.
He groaned. “I can’t feel my legs.”
“Oh, poor baby.” She stroked his shoulders and pressed her face to his chest, kissing that sweet spot between his pecs. “How can I make it better?”
He rolled them over so that she was straddling him, then reached up to cup her firm breasts. He toyed with her cherry-red nipples, loving the way they hardened beneath his fingertips.
“How about you sit here and let me play with these for a bit,” he suggested in a raspy voice. “And then in ten minutes or so, you can ride me, just like you did the night you tore up the roof of my truck.”
Moaning, she leaned forward and filled his palms with those mouth-watering tits. “Sounds like a plan.”
“I’m hungry,” Bree murmured a couple of hours later. Her head rested on Jake’s sturdy chest, and their legs were tangled together, the hair on his calf tickling the sole of her foot. The warmth emanating from his body was making her sleepy, but her stomach’s grumbling proved to be relentless.
Finally, she wiggled out of his embrace and sat up. “Are you still a lost cause in the kitchen?” she asked.
“Yep.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’ll whip something up then.”
As she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, she
When he met her eyes, he saw the hunger in those deep blue depths. She was staring at his chest, looking so appreciative that a burst of pure male satisfaction went off inside him.
“There should be a law stating you’re not allowed to wear a shirt,” she said with a contented sigh.
“There should be a law stating you’re not allowed to wear anything .”
“You just going to stand there all day?” she asked in a throaty voice.
“Maybe.” He licked his lips. “Spread your legs wider.”
She obeyed without question, propping one leg up so he had a perfect, unobstructed view of her sex.
“God, Bree, I need to taste you.”
“What are you waiting for?”
Good question. He swiftly dropped to his knees, pulled her toward him so her ass was hanging off the bed, and buried his face between her legs. She tasted like heaven, sweet and heady and utterly feminine. Jake lapped at her with his tongue, licking her clit, then sucking it hard. She moaned, and he felt the vibration of that husky sound against his lips.
He teased her with his mouth, his lips, his teeth. And when her hands started clawing at the sheets, he applied more pressure on her clit, flicked his tongue over it in a steady rhythm and made her come so hard she nearly thrashed off the bed.
When she let out a satisfied little moan, Jake climbed up her gorgeous body and flung an arm out in the direction of the bedside table. He’d stashed a box of condoms there earlier, and he quickly grabbed a foil pocket, sheathed himself, and drove into her tight, wet pussy.
“I need to come,” he muttered. “Right. Fucking. Now.”
Slow had never been an option when it came to him and Bree. He was too hungry for her, too desperate to cross that finish line. His strokes were hard, erratic. She canted her hips to deepen the connection, wrapping her arms around him. Pain stung his back when she dug her fingernails into his skin. He groaned, dishing out some rough stuff of his own as he drew her bottom lip between his teeth and bit her.
Bree cried out and started rocking beneath him. Her orgasm pushed him over the edge, sending a streak of raw heat to his balls as he gave himself over to release and came in an explosive rush of white-hot ecstasy.
As her inner muscles milked every last drop of pleasure from his body, Jake squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in ragged breaths. It took a few minutes before his brain was capable of functioning again and when he opened his eyes, he found Bree grinning up at him. “You okay?” she taunted.
He groaned. “I can’t feel my legs.”
“Oh, poor baby.” She stroked his shoulders and pressed her face to his chest, kissing that sweet spot between his pecs. “How can I make it better?”
He rolled them over so that she was straddling him, then reached up to cup her firm breasts. He toyed with her cherry-red nipples, loving the way they hardened beneath his fingertips.
“How about you sit here and let me play with these for a bit,” he suggested in a raspy voice. “And then in ten minutes or so, you can ride me, just like you did the night you tore up the roof of my truck.”
Moaning, she leaned forward and filled his palms with those mouth-watering tits. “Sounds like a plan.”
“I’m hungry,” Bree murmured a couple of hours later. Her head rested on Jake’s sturdy chest, and their legs were tangled together, the hair on his calf tickling the sole of her foot. The warmth emanating from his body was making her sleepy, but her stomach’s grumbling proved to be relentless.
Finally, she wiggled out of his embrace and sat up. “Are you still a lost cause in the kitchen?” she asked.
“Yep.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’ll whip something up then.”
As she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, she
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