I slide my teeth along the corner of my mouth. “Then maybe eat me,” I suggest, since I’m helpful like that.
“I’ve been waiting seven years to taste your sweetness.”
His hands slink around my back once more, and he unhooks my bustier. It falls to the floor and the groan that comes from him officially turns me into a hot, wet mess.
Exactly how I want to be right now.
But there’s one more thing I want too. “What do you say we go for full-frontal nudity? From both of us,” I offer, gesturing to him, still clothed in pants.
“I say yes, since you’re better than my wildest fantasies,” he says, staring shamelessly. His eat-me-alive gaze makes my skin sizzle.
In seconds, I slip off my panties. His clothes hit the floor, his cock springing free.
Oh yes.
He is mine tonight—all those yummy inches.
With hooded eyes, he takes a step closer, reaches for my garter, and slides it down my leg. “Everything off.”
I step out of the garter, officially done with my wedding clothes.
Harlan flops down on the bed. “Now, come sit on my face.”
Happy Just-Escaped-Marriage Day to me, indeed.
8
Harlan
I need to distract Katie completely from her day.
And I intend to do that with my tongue.
“Get up here now, woman. I am starving for you,” I tell her as she straddles me, and I grab her hips.
With a laugh, she says, “I’m coming, I’m coming.”
“No, that’s what you’ll be doing in a couple minutes.”
She climbs up my body, naked and glorious, her fantastic tits bouncing, her soft skin glowing in the moonlight.
“Let’s see about that,” she teases as she reaches my shoulders.
I loop my arms around her, grab her ass, tug her close. “You doubt me? I can’t wait to prove you wrong. You’ll be coming in three minutes, sweetheart,” I tell her, then give her no time to protest as I bring her sweet, wet pussy to my face.
I inhale the intoxicating scent of this aroused woman, and the first taste of her is incredible. My eyes roll back in my head, and I groan so damn loud. She’s sweet and salty and sexy.
“You’re so wet,” I tell her, stating the patently obvious but sometimes it needs to be stated.
“Seems you turn me on,” she says, then presses her hands to the headboard and rocks.
Oh yes.
Fuck my face, babycakes.
Fuck me hard and good.
Only I can’t say any of that out loud since my lips are so damn busy with a fantastic pussy right now.
My hands curl around her hips, and I rock her back and forth over my mouth, devouring her sweetness, tasting her wonderful heat.
The woman is silky and hot.
And . . . it turns out . . . loud.
“Oh God,” she whimpers as she rocks shamelessly against my face. “Yes . . . please . . . more.”
I’ve got a live wire here.
With a firm grip, I lavish love on her center, my tongue flicking against the delicious rise of her clit.
“Yes, oh God, yes. I love that, love it so much,” she gasps.
My entire body goes up in flames.
Heat licks every corner of me as Katie goes to town on my face.
She’s losing her mind, shedding any inhibition as she rides me like I’m her bucking bronco.
Yee-fucking-haw.
My hands clamp down on those hips as I lick and suck and French kiss her until she’s tossing her head back and shouting my name.
Harlan, oh God, Harlan.
Yes, yes, yes.
Her words turn into a dirty chant. A wild desperate plea.
And I’m so goddamn happy as I rise to the occasion of my sex superhero calling, devouring her till she’s breaking apart on me.
Grabbing the headboard, she tenses. Everything goes on a sensual, heady pause. Until . . . “Yes!”
She starts up again, trembling, as she rides my face through her orgasm, her taste flooding my tongue.
Prides suffuses me, and wild desire too, infusing every damn cell.
I hold her tight as she pants and moans. As she comes down, I gently lift her off my face, setting her next to me on the bed.
A few seconds later, I stretch over her, pressing my hard cock against her soft stomach. “Want to make you come again, sweetheart,” I say, pushing, rubbing, letting her know how hard I am.
“Yes, please, now.”
I reach an arm to the nightstand, grab a condom from the drawer.
When I return to the beauty, she slides a hand down her body, traveling between her tits, heading for her mound. She parts her legs wide for me.
“Fucking beautiful,” I moan in appreciation as I settle between those toned thighs.
“So are you,” she says, reaching for my chest, her expression lust drunk, like she’s still high on her first orgasm.
I roll on the condom, then rub the head of my cock against her slick heat. She arches, her body begging, her voice husky.
My dick throbs with anticipation.
But before I push in, I wiggle a brow. “So, how about an I told you so? That was less than three minutes.”
Her grin is electric. “You’re right. You’re so damn right. You’re so fucking right. Now give me that fine dick and give it to me hard.”
And I’m positive God is a Renegades fan and rewarding me for that last Super Bowl win.
Because this is heaven.
I slide inside, her heat welcoming me as I fill her to the hilt.
Her breath hitches. Mine escapes my lungs in a shuddery gasp.
Because she is divine. “You feel incredible.” I grunt, savoring the tight warmth of her body.
Wrapping her legs around my ass, she whispers, “So do you.”
She loops her hands around my neck and draws me closer. She’s all vulnerable as she asks, “Will you kiss me?”
Wherever are my manners? I haven’t kissed the woman tonight. “Shame on me for not kissing your lips before your sweet pussy.”
“Shame indeed,” she teases.
As I swivel my hips and drive into her, I drop my mouth to hers, catching her lips with mine. My eyes close and we get lost in each other.
Our tongues explore.
Lips slide.
Mouths tangle.
She lets out a sensual sigh. “Mmm yes,” she murmurs as I deepen the kiss.
“So good,” I whisper, savoring her mouth as I fill her body.
We kiss as we fuck.
Long, slow indulgent kisses mixed with passionate thrusts.
It’s the perfect pace. Limbs tangled together, bodies connected, breath coming fast.
She bows her back, arching with me, moving like water as I take my time, enjoying this delicious, lingering rhythm.
A pace that soon seems to drive her wild.
She moans as she jerks me closer, wraps those long, toned legs around my body, rocking up with me. She’s so in tune with herself. So connected with her own pleasure. It’s incredible to watch her move, to feel her let go.
Her ankles hook around my ass, tugging me even deeper. A hot spike of lust shoots down my spine. “Mmm. Use me, sweetheart,” I rasp in her ear, bracing myself on my forearms, my chest sliding against her firm tits.
“I am, oh God, I am,” she murmurs, her fingers playing with the ends of my hair. “Deeper,” she begs.