Perfection #3

Read Online Perfection #3 by Claire Adams - Free Book Online

Book: Perfection #3 by Claire Adams Read Free Book Online
Authors: Claire Adams
Ads: Link
just…” Without any
words, Bullet had me bent over on all fours. He was behind me, his penis
rubbing against my bottom. I knew what he wanted but I was not ready to try
that yet. I guess he sensed my hesitancy because he drove himself into me. I
gasped again at the size of him. As he sent thrust after thrust into my
warmness, his fingers rubbed my ass and I could feel my excitement growing
again. He slipped the tip of a finger in and I almost climbed up the tent, it
was so thrilling. I couldn’t believe how this man knew what buttons to push on
me. He was all man and he knew how to turn me on—better than I did. He leaned
over my back and whispered in my ear. “One day, you’ll let me have that, won’t
you, Lilly?”
    “Yes! Yes, Bullet! I will.” He lifted my left leg up
to play with my clitoris, rubbing it skillfully as he continued to pound on me.
I grasped my own breast from the excitement and flipped my wild blonde hair out
of my face. He liked my hair, I knew that. Just when I was on the cusp of
orgasm again, he lowered my leg and grabbed me by the back of my hair. It
didn’t hurt, he just grabbed enough to let me know
that he was now dominating me.
    “Oh! I am going to cum again!” I could hardly
believe it. Bullet’s hands slapped my bottom and he fucked me as hard as he
ever had. Shuddering again, I lay on the sleeping bag as he made the last few
strokes and released his orgasm with a loud groan. If there were any bears
nearby, they left. We were two noisy lovers tonight.
    Bullet fell on the sleeping bag beside me, his hand
reaching for my hair. He buried his face in it and kissed my cheek. “Sweet, sweet Lilly.”
    All I could say was, “Mmm…”

 
    Chapter
Ten
    Bullet
    Lilly Brightwood was my Kryptonite and I don’t even
think she realized it. That’s what makes her so attractive I think. She doesn’t
even know how beautiful she is, unlike many women I have met. Lying snuggled in
her sleeping bag, she looked like an angel, a dirty angel who wasn’t afraid to make
me happy. I pulled on my pants and sat on my knees digging for my shirt in my
backpack. “Hey, where you going?” She unzipped her
sleeping bag and stretched like a big golden cat.
    “Nowhere, just getting dressed. I thought we’d head back to the cabin, get showered up and head in to town. I
did promise you a tour of our two stoplights, right?”
    She chuckled sleepily, “Yes, you did.” She sat up,
tossing her blonde mane behind her; I could see her pretty pink nipples. “Hand
me my bag?” I gave her the pink backpack and pulled on a t-shirt. I could feel
her watching me; I hoped she liked what she saw. “So, tomorrow we go home. You
ready to return to civilization?” I wanted her to say, “No, I want to stay with
you here in the middle of nowhere” but I knew that was not very likely.
    “Well we can’t stay here forever, can we? I do miss
the coffee shop but I have to say fish fried over a fire is delicious.” She
buttoned up her shirt and slid on a pair of panties.
    “Is that all you will miss? My
excellent cooking?” I pulled on my socks and shook my shoes before
sliding my feet in. Yeah, I was fishing
for compliments. I’m not proud of that but hey, she
didn’t talk much about my skills in the bedroom. Well, except that once.
    “Will this be over when we get back? I’m not sure
what you are thinking. In the beginning my only obligation was to keep you
interested in exchange for you agreeing to do my surgery. What has changed?”
She shook out her worn jeans and put them on. I handed her her socks and shoes shaking them out before I gave them to her. Spiders loved to
hide out in shoes and so far, Lilly had been a wild creature magnet. What did I expect from this sex- cation ? She had certainly delivered on her end. I was more
interested in her than she probably knew or that I wanted to admit. I wasn’t
sure if she really had given up the idea of having surgery but I knew that
whether she did or didn’t she

Similar Books

Donovan's Child

Christine Rimmer

Parched City

Emma M. Jones

An Accidental Woman

Barbara Delinsky

Casketball Capers

Peter Bently

Boys of Blur

N. D. Wilson

Captive!

Gary Paulsen

The Lily Pond

Annika Thor