Captivated (Whiskey Run Book 2) by Hope Ford (recommended reading .txt) 📕

a lot at home. And I'm not big chested like Sophia. All the doubts start to whirl in my head, and I raise my hands to cover my chest.

I put a hand over each breast, and I swear he stops breathing. "Don't cover yourself. Not from me."

"I know you're probably used to big..."

But I don't get the words out. "You're the one, Emma. Fuck, you're so beautiful." He grabs my hand and brings it to his chest. In frustration, he pulls his shirt off and then puts my hand on his naked chest right over his heart. He's all lean muscles, and I can't resist running my fingers through his hair roughened chest. He smiles but stops my hand over his heart. "Do you feel that?"

I can feel his heart thumping, almost pounding out of his chest. I nod.

"That's not normal, Em. My heart is beating like that for you. Only for you. I want you, just the way you are."

I let go of the breast my one hand is on and put it on his chest with my other one. I explore with my hands across his shoulders, down his arms, back up and across his chest. When I get low on his stomach, he sucks a deep breath in and stop.

"You don't have to stop. I want your hands on me as much as I want my hands on you."

I lower my hands to the button on his jeans and undo it. I lower the zipper, the sound of it loud in the room. I put a hand on each side and pull down his pants, and he helps me kick them off. Both of us are standing in only our underwear, and I know what I need to do. "Can I take these off?" I ask him, tugging on his shorts.

He hisses, “Yeah, honey, take them off.”

His hard manhood is making a tent in them, and I carefully pull the band out and pull them down. I gasp when I see it, letting his shorts fall to his feet. He kicks them off and takes his right hand, wrapping it around himself, stroking it in one long tug from root to tip. A dot of moisture comes out the end, and I drop to my knees.

"Oh fuck," he breathes and groans above me. "Lord, let me last," he pleads.

I stick my tongue out and touch it to the very tip of him, letting the little bead of moisture swirl on my tongue. One drop wasn't enough. I look up at him. "I want to do this, but I don't know what to do," I tell him, unsure.

He puts his hand on my shoulder. "You won't do anything wrong. Just do what you want and mind your teeth. That hurts a little."

I nod and open my mouth wide, wrapping my lips around his girth. His hands go to my shoulders and tighten there. I know I want to please him. My eyes water, and I feel like I might gag, but I don't want to mess this up. I relax my throat and move back and forth. It's unsteady and in no way any kind of rhythm. I'm sure he's wondering what I'm doing, but when I raise my eyes to look at him, he looks as if he's in pure ecstasy.

He's groaning, and his hips start to move back and forth. I keep licking and sucking, and when he looks down, our eyes meet, and he groans loudly, the sound echoing off the walls. His hips jerk backward, and before I can fathom what’s going on, he has my panties off, and I'm lying back on the bed, my knees in the air.

"Did I do something wrong?"

“No, baby, you were doing everything right. Perfect. But I need you on my tongue. I want you to come in my mouth and then I'm going to come in this fine, tight pussy,” he says as his hands feel like they’re everywhere on my body.

He drops between my legs, and there's nothing in this world that could prepare me for what I’m experiencing. He takes his time, exploring me with his hands, and I can't hold back the little whimpers and cries as he pleases me. When I feel his hot, wet tongue touch me down there, my hips come off the bed, and I moan in pleasure. He puts a forearm over my abdomen. "You taste so good, honey. Let me have some more."

I'm nodding my head because there's no way I could refuse him. I want this just as much as he does.

Brett

Don't come. Don't come. I keep telling myself over and over in my head. I cover her hood with my mouth and run my tongue around her clit. She's wiggling underneath me, and I know it, but I don't know if she knows it, but she's close. I can make her come in an instant. I want this to be good for her, but if I don't get inside her soon, none of this is going to be good for anyone.

I lift my mouth just to tell her, "Come for me, baby. You have to let go."

She's shaking her head side to side. She looks nervous, and I know she’s never felt this before. Never had a man on her pussy. “Let go, baby. You can let go.” I encourage her before latching on again and stroking my tongue around her bundle of nerves.

When her eyes meet mine, she listens to my command, and her whole body flexes. I keep rubbing and touching her, taking her climax into my mouth, licking and loving the taste of her.

When I've licked her until she’s fully sated, I stand up and I feel as if I can do a 400lb bench press. I lick my lips staring down at her perfection.

She was self-conscious earlier, but now I don't even think she's worried about anything. Her chest is heaving, her breast shaking.

"Fuck," I say.

She raises up on her