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Knuckles deep, he pauses.
When I don’t pull away, his eyes drift shut and he sucks until his mouth pops off the tips. Licking his lips, he places my hand on his chest. The thin fabric of his T-shirt lets me get a good feel, at last, of the toned, muscled plane.
“Skye—.” He starts and I know that tone. If I don’t say or do something now, he’s going to leave.
I don’t want him to leave. And unlike last time, he doesn’t have to.
“It’s my birthday,” I remind him, though I doubt he forgot.
A deep growl rolls in his throat. “Don’t tempt me, city girl.”
But I can now. And I want to.
The way his chest rises and falls, I can tell he’s holding onto his control by a thread.
Wanting to break that thread. Obliterate it. I tempt him the best way I know how. Looking over at the window seat, then back at him, I admit, “I was thinking about you.”
That does it. Theron takes me and throws me on the bed. My T-shirt rides up. Theron slides his hand under it, pushing it up as he presses his hand firmly to my stomach as he climbs over me.
Dipping his head, he covers my mouth with his. The mint on his breath is sharp and sweet. His heavy, calloused hands are even better as he fills them with my tits.
Theron’s groan fills my body. Heat pulses through me. My clit throbs and aches to be touched again but not by me.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask him.
“In the bag in my truck.”
“Don’t leave,” I say pulling him back when he starts to climb off the bed.
“Fuck, city girl. I want to sink into that tight little pussy so bad.”
“And I want you to but… If Boone or Marta spot you… I don’t want to risk you deciding you can’t come back.”
Theron settles over me again.
I want him inside of me but I’m also interested to see what he’ll do instead.
“Don’t make a sound,” he commands before placing slow, firm kisses down my neck, then slipping my shirt off over my head to continue his line of kisses down my sternum. Wedging his hand behind my back, he presses his palm against my spine to arch my tits into his mouth, one after the other. When his mouth comes off the swollen peak of one with a pop, he moves to get on his knees on the floor between my legs at the foot of my bed.
His nose and lips disappear with each kiss he places on my soft stomach. I worried he would run when he saw me naked but it seems he can’t get enough turning his head to press and rub his stubble-covered jaw and cheeks into my chubby belly. Leaving my skin red and raw when he moves a little further south to take the waist of my cotton undies in his teeth and pull.
I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve had sex. Only one guy, I dated for about six months our junior year. Of course, I had nothing to compare it to but I didn’t think it was all that bad. Every second with Theron proves just how wrong I was. My old boyfriend was a bumbling, clumsy fool. Only in it to get himself off. I know that now because everything Theron does, every touch, every look, serves me and my needs. From the half-lidded and lusty look in his eyes, that’s exactly what he wants.
When Theron gives my undies another tug, I lift my ass and let him pull them down my legs.
He only gets them down to my knees before he uses his hand to strip them the rest of the way down as he buries his face between my thighs.
He thrusts his hands under me to squeeze my ass. After I buck against his lapping tongue, he lifts his head to meet my eyes, a wicked grin on his glistening lips. “You taste so fucking sweet but it’s all I can do not to flip you over and fuck you raw. Gripping these delicious, thick hips.”
Heat moves like a wave down my body to drip from my core.
“City girl.” Theron smirks and swipes his tongue through my slit. “So fucking wet. You want it, don’t you? You want to be fucked.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “God, yes.”
“Fuck it,” he says. “I need to feel that fat, wet pussy around my dick.”
I’m still reeling from his dirty words watching Theron tear off his shirt. It takes me a second to remember, “I’m not on the pill or anything.”
