Destiny Calls by Samantha Wayland (best books to read for knowledge .txt) 📕

Not that it mattered what he did and didn"t believe. When her warm fingers wrapped firmly around his cock, he knew it was going to be over soon enough. She could barely move her hand in the confines of his clothes, but the pressure, the tug, the knowledge that it was Destiny and she wanted him meant he wasn"t going to last long.

Releasing his hold on her lush ass, he dragged his hands over her hips and ran the backs of his fingers up her thighs. Her hand tightened on his shaft, the pressure enough to blow off the top of his head. He had to tell himself to breathe, to hold it together. He almost managed a smile when she lifted her ass from his lap and spread her legs wider, drawing his fingers closer to her core. She knew what she wanted.

He wanted it too. He wanted to give that to her. He wanted to have that between them.

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Easing across those last perfect inches of satin-smooth inner thigh, Brandon traced his fingers over the scrap of cotton and Lycra that barely covered her sex. Her breath became hectic, her body surging into his hands. She was swollen and wet. He could smell the musk of her arousal and it filled his head, drugging him, his body responding to her need. He slid a hand back, tracing the fabric until one finger could hook the narrow strap of her thong and pull it away from her body.

Her whimper and the chaotic jerk of her hips were the most erotic music and dance imaginable. How could any man resist her?

He sure as hell couldn"t. Not any longer.

With something approaching awe, he eased one finger past the barrier of her panties and through the thick cream gathered in her silky folds. He exalted in her groan, in the smooth spreading of lips and juices as he honed in on her clit. He brushed the pad of one finger over once, twice, the barest whisper of touch before pressing more firmly. Her response delighted him, urged him on. His sole focus became driving her to her peak. His only goal to give her as much pleasure as he could manage. As she could endure. He tweaked her nub harder, taking up a steady rhythm that was mirrored by the increasingly frenetic circling of her hips.

Her hand tightened around his cock again, drawing up the length of it, her thumb rubbing over the tight head. He flinched, his hips fucking up into her eager hand, outside of his control.

He couldn"t take it for another minute, but neither could she. The flood of juices from her pussy, the hand fisted in his hair, the clench of her hot fingers on his shaft all told him how close she was. Twisting the hand still holding the thin strip of Lycra, he thrust two fingers into her pussy as far as they could go.

She exploded. Tearing her mouth from his, she threw her head back and cried out, her triumph and the sound of his name on her lips sending him over the edge.

Moaning, he bucked up against her as his release consumed him, bowing his spine. He shuddered as his hot cum tore up out of him, easing the friction as Destiny pulled more and more from his balls, stretching out the moment, the ecstasy, before he finally collapsed back to the couch, spent.

For a long moment his mind was completely blank. He was sated and relieved in a way he hadn"t been in days. Weeks. Hell, maybe not ever in his life.

His face was pressed to the soft curves of the tops of her breasts and he could hear the gallop of her heart, feel the heave of her chest as she sucked in great lungfuls of air.

Reality returned to his arousal-sodden brain with a crash.

Whoa.

Sitting back, he curled his hands around her arms and lifted her off his lap, placing her firmly onto the couch and off him. He stared at her, achingly aware of his need for her, his desire that couldn"t be spent with one orgasm. Especially since he"d come in his pants like a freaking teenager. Jesus.

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With her eyes closed, a smug smile on her lips and her skirt hiked to her waist, she was the picture of wanton. She couldn"t seem to do more than be still and catch her breath.

She was in complete disarray, which he had to admit was pretty goddamn satisfying. Not that he was any better off. His heart was pounding and he couldn"t control the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He felt as though he"d come unglued.

What the fuck just happened?

When she opened her eyes, she looked right into his. Her pupils were dilated, her focus vague. Her swollen lips parted as she panted, her cheeks flushed. He could see her pulse in her throat, beating the same frantic staccato as his own.

She broke the silence first. “That,” she said with a slow smile that sent a spike of desire straight to his groin, “was one hell of an experiment.” What the fuck was she talking about? Then Patrick"s face flashed through his mind and all the heartache came pouring back in. “God, Destiny. What have we done? How is this going to help anything? Are you trying to fucking kill me? Shit, now I want you both so much it hurts.”

She lifted a brow. “Good.”

“Easy for you to say, you can go home to Patrick. To your lover. I have no one.” He nearly choked on the last sentence. He"d never felt so completely alone.

Her smile faded. “Actually, right now he and I aren"t lovers either.”

“What? I heard him call you Kitten.”

She nodded and her teeth sank into her bottom lip, thoughtful. “Okay, so we"ll probably be lovers again soon, but I told him he had to figure out what"s going on between you