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Authors: Lily Evans
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chuckle. “I’m just mesmerized by your beauty.”
“Your mesmerized by my tits,” I say with a chuckle.
“That too.” His lips curl up in a sexy grin.
I blink at him. “Shut up.” I slap him playfully across his shoulder.
“’kay.” He doesn’t argue which kind of freaks me out; he just lifts me by my waist and tosses me onto the mattress.
As I’m bouncing across the bed, sliding over my Tiffany blue comforter, that’s what I call it, Tiffany blue, I think, he’s mesmerized by my beauty, well I’m mesmerized by the play of his muscles as he reaches over his shoulders grasping handfuls of his T-shirt to pull it over his head dropping it on the floor, the bunch of his abs as he unbuckles his belt, the shadowing of his six-pack when he sucks in his stomach and undoes his button and lowers the zipper on his tan cargo pants revealing the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs.
He bends over and unties his dark brown boots and toes them off along with his socks and lowers his cargos and boxers down his legs. The buckle of his belt jingles as his pants slide down and I nearly faint at the sight of his big cock falling heavy in front of his body primed and ready for some action.
“ OhmyGod,” I mutter under my breath, my eyes bugging out. “Wow, I don’t remember that.” Wow is right. It’s so much more than I remember. Sooo… much more.
He laughs. “If you remember it was dark and we were in the backseat of my ‘ stang.”
“Oh my God.” I bust out laughing, covering my eyes with one forearm while my other hand presses into my stomach. “Did you just call that piece of crap car you were driving in high school a ‘ stang? Like it was cool or something?” I take a deep breath and swipe at the tears running down my temple into my hair and turn on my side propping myself up on my elbow. “It was a rust bucket with wheels.”
“I will have you know that was a cool car.” His lips twitch and I stare at him again.
“God, you are still so full of shit.” I grin, roll over, flop back on my back. Studying his body, I forget whatever the hell we were talking about.
His eyes narrow on me as I quickly become quiet. “Fuck, then talk,” he reminds.
I nod, no arguing, my tongue flicks out and his eyes go dark and he stalks, actually stalks toward the bed like I’m prey or something and grasps the elastic bottoms on my sweet pants tugging until they slide down my legs and fall to the ground. He pushes my legs wide and climbs up on the mattress crawling until his hands are on either side of my breasts.
My eyes lose focus as he bends his elbows, cups the globes of my breasts and flicks his tongue over one of my engorged nipples and I moan. My back arches and my heels dig into my thick memory foam mattress. His mouth latches onto my nipple, his brows raise and he looks into my eyes. “Now would be the time you tell me you gotta problem, Georgia, or it’s on.”
I shake my head. Vigorously. “No problem,” I barely manage to say before his mouth sucks my nipple deep and my entire body erupts in zings of pleasure. “You’re good.” I feel his lips turn up in a smile at the same time his teeth bite down and his hand rips my black silk panties from my hips.
“Hey, I liked those.” I feel his tongue swirl and I moan loudly forgetting about the panties.
“I’ll buy ya some more, darlin’,” he soothes. “’Cause that’s not the last time that’s gonna happen.” His hand continues its journey across my hip bone and delves between my legs. “Fuck you weren’t kidding. No fuckin’ problem. Wet as fuck.”
“Ooh, getting all tough guy on me now,” I tease rolling my eyes in an exaggerated manner.
His eyes change, grow darker, serious. “I’ve always been a tough guy; you just haven’t been around to see it.”
My head shoots up and I glare at him. “And whose fault is that?” I retort, my voice
“Your mesmerized by my tits,” I say with a chuckle.
“That too.” His lips curl up in a sexy grin.
I blink at him. “Shut up.” I slap him playfully across his shoulder.
“’kay.” He doesn’t argue which kind of freaks me out; he just lifts me by my waist and tosses me onto the mattress.
As I’m bouncing across the bed, sliding over my Tiffany blue comforter, that’s what I call it, Tiffany blue, I think, he’s mesmerized by my beauty, well I’m mesmerized by the play of his muscles as he reaches over his shoulders grasping handfuls of his T-shirt to pull it over his head dropping it on the floor, the bunch of his abs as he unbuckles his belt, the shadowing of his six-pack when he sucks in his stomach and undoes his button and lowers the zipper on his tan cargo pants revealing the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs.
He bends over and unties his dark brown boots and toes them off along with his socks and lowers his cargos and boxers down his legs. The buckle of his belt jingles as his pants slide down and I nearly faint at the sight of his big cock falling heavy in front of his body primed and ready for some action.
“ OhmyGod,” I mutter under my breath, my eyes bugging out. “Wow, I don’t remember that.” Wow is right. It’s so much more than I remember. Sooo… much more.
He laughs. “If you remember it was dark and we were in the backseat of my ‘ stang.”
“Oh my God.” I bust out laughing, covering my eyes with one forearm while my other hand presses into my stomach. “Did you just call that piece of crap car you were driving in high school a ‘ stang? Like it was cool or something?” I take a deep breath and swipe at the tears running down my temple into my hair and turn on my side propping myself up on my elbow. “It was a rust bucket with wheels.”
“I will have you know that was a cool car.” His lips twitch and I stare at him again.
“God, you are still so full of shit.” I grin, roll over, flop back on my back. Studying his body, I forget whatever the hell we were talking about.
His eyes narrow on me as I quickly become quiet. “Fuck, then talk,” he reminds.
I nod, no arguing, my tongue flicks out and his eyes go dark and he stalks, actually stalks toward the bed like I’m prey or something and grasps the elastic bottoms on my sweet pants tugging until they slide down my legs and fall to the ground. He pushes my legs wide and climbs up on the mattress crawling until his hands are on either side of my breasts.
My eyes lose focus as he bends his elbows, cups the globes of my breasts and flicks his tongue over one of my engorged nipples and I moan. My back arches and my heels dig into my thick memory foam mattress. His mouth latches onto my nipple, his brows raise and he looks into my eyes. “Now would be the time you tell me you gotta problem, Georgia, or it’s on.”
I shake my head. Vigorously. “No problem,” I barely manage to say before his mouth sucks my nipple deep and my entire body erupts in zings of pleasure. “You’re good.” I feel his lips turn up in a smile at the same time his teeth bite down and his hand rips my black silk panties from my hips.
“Hey, I liked those.” I feel his tongue swirl and I moan loudly forgetting about the panties.
“I’ll buy ya some more, darlin’,” he soothes. “’Cause that’s not the last time that’s gonna happen.” His hand continues its journey across my hip bone and delves between my legs. “Fuck you weren’t kidding. No fuckin’ problem. Wet as fuck.”
“Ooh, getting all tough guy on me now,” I tease rolling my eyes in an exaggerated manner.
His eyes change, grow darker, serious. “I’ve always been a tough guy; you just haven’t been around to see it.”
My head shoots up and I glare at him. “And whose fault is that?” I retort, my voice
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