Head Over Heels by Lena Matthews (most inspirational books of all time .TXT) 📕

been a sin. “Let me see if you taste this good everywhere.”

He bent and took her nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the dark bud. He bit gently, adding just enough pressure to heighten her senses. Her moan was the only www.samhainpublishing.com 61

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sign of approval he needed before he transferred his attention to her other breast, to tease the same way.

Her fingers entangled in his hair and tugged, pulling him away from her tasty morsels. “Stop teasing me and fuck me.”

“Say please.”

“Are you kidding me?”

Parker moved down again to recapture her nipple and prove beyond a shadow of a doubt he was far from kidding. He wanted her to beg him. To plead for her pleasure as if only he held the key to her release.

“Damn you.” She tugged harder on his hair, but still he wasn’t budging.

“Say it.” He blew his warm breath over her pebbled nipple. “Say it and I will.”

“Fuck me, you bastard. Please!”

He smiled at her turn of phrase, loving the fact he had her so worked up. Parker reached over the side of the bed, grabbed his discarded pants and pulled out his wallet.

He retrieved one of the two condoms he’d stashed there earlier in the evening before tossing the slacks back to the floor.

After sheathing his erection for their protection he leaned forward once more. He bore his weight on one arm as he used his other hand to position his cock at her entrance.

She wasn’t the only one he was torturing. He ached to pierce her flesh and sink deep within the warmth of her body, but he held back. He needed to know she wanted this just as badly as he did. “Now say pretty please.”

“Pretty fucking please.” Wrapping her legs around his hips, she pulled him toward her, apparently tired of waiting.

But so was he. “Close enough.” He pushed forward, sinking inch by excruciating inch into her tight, wet pussy. From the death grip her inner walls had on his cock, it had been awhile since she’d made love. That pleased him in a caveman-like way.

She enveloped him with her heat, damn near searing the condom to his shaft. How was it possible for her to be this hot and this tight? She had the perfect pussy, which shouldn’t have surprised him. She was the perfect woman after all.

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“Yes. Yes. Yes.” The words tumbled from her lips as he drove inside her. So much for not being too loud.

“What happened…to being…quiet?”

“Fuck them.”

“No, Cyn. Fuck me,” His need to posses her was brought on by animalistic hunger, but he didn’t just want her body, he wanted her soul. Loving had never felt so right before. She fit him like a glove, as if she was the Eve to his Adam, made from his very own rib. As maddening as it was, the only thing he could think was mine. So he said it.

His woman. His pussy. His everything.

She thrust back against him, angling her hips so he was scraping against her clit with every downward stroke. The tight sheath of her pussy cradled his cock like a closed hand, bringing him nearer to the precipice of his release.

But he wasn’t ready for this to end just yet. Pushing her legs up, he hooked them over his shoulders, driving into her with deep, long strokes. The change in angle had Cyn gasping and he watched as she threw out her hands to find something, anything to hold on to. Parker wanted to see her wild and out of control, as out of control as he felt.

“Come for me, baby. Flood my cock with your sweet juices.”

His words appeared to be her catalyst. Crying out, she sobbed his name as she came, milking his cock with her sweet pussy. Her orgasm trigged his. Unable to help himself, Parker ground his hips and thrust deeper inside her.

“Damn, baby…so fucking good,” he groaned as he spilled his seed inside the latex covering. “So good.”

Limp and sated, she dropped her arms to the bed and unwrapped her legs from around his waist. “Damn.”

He couldn’t agree more. Parker lingered inside her for a minute more, before he could gather the strength to pull out. He dropped lifelessly on the bed next to her, exhausted and satisfied…for now.

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Their harsh breathing was the only sound in the room but it spoke volumes. Their loving hadn’t been soft and gentle. It was fierce and earth shattering, not something to bounce back from quickly.

When his body began to chill from the cool breeze wafting in from the window, Parker roused himself and stumbled toward what he hoped was a bathroom. To his delight, it was, and he made quick work of disposing of the filled condom and cleaning himself up.

He took a few minutes to soap a warm washcloth for Cyn and traipsed back into the room. She was just as he left her. Lying limply in the bed with a tiny smile on her face.

He brushed the damp cloth against her skin, cleansing away all evidence of their loving from her body. After he was done, he returned the cloth to the bathroom. He went back into the bedroom and climbed in bed beside her.

Content, he gazed at her once more, taking in everything. She was an ebony goddess.

Her supple brown skin was an exotic contrast next to his paler skin. She was lovelier than words alone could express. And she was also falling asleep.

“Wait,” he whispered softly to her. “Don’t drift off on me just yet.”

“Why?” Opening an eye she peered at him warily. “If you’re thinking of round two already, you’re going to have to give a sista a minute. I need to recoup.”

“How about you recoup at my place? Come home with me.”

“Your townhouse?”

“No. Hollywood. Actually Bel Air to be exact.”

She snickered, a sound so enduring it brought a smile to his face.

“What?”

“You’re the prince of Bel Air.”

“And I haven’t heard that