Legally Hot by Leigh, Lora (the best books to read TXT) 📕

she arched and felt the warning tremors of her orgasm as they began to vibrate inside her.

So close. She was so close to coming, the need for it pounded painfully in her clit and the tormented depths of her pussy.

She was burning out of control.

Her hands clenched in his hair to hold him closer. Her hips lifted further, desperate to force his tongue deeper inside her. To increase the strokes, to make him fuck her deeper, to give her that last teasing thrust that would propel her over the edge.

And she was so close. So very close … when he pulled back.

  SEVEN

  “Casey, don’t stop.” Sheila reached desperately for him, confused, aching with a sensual hunger that went so deep she knew it went far beyond the physical.

“I want to feel you coming on my dick, not my tongue,” he groaned, as he gripped the heavy shaft and tucked it between the swollen folds of her sex.

Flames, sharp and intense, shot through her pussy, then the rest of her body as the electrical sensations continued to build between them.

Gripping her hips with his hands, his gaze locked with hers, Casey began to move, slowly at first, stretching her, working his way inside her. The heated burn of the penetration had her gasping, fighting for breath as pleasure began to build inside her with a strength she hadn’t experienced with Casey so far.

It was always better than the time before.

It was always hotter.

“Good, baby?” he asked, his voice strained, the muscles standing out in his neck with his obvious fight to hold back his release.

“Oh God, Casey, it’s so good,” she whispered. “You know it’s always so good.”

“Like being wrapped in pleasure, Sheila,” he agreed. “You wrap more than my dick in pleasure, baby.”

Every muscle in her body seemed to clench and spasm at the explicit pleasure his words sent tearing through her body.

He pushed in deeper, an inch at a time, wedging between the tightening muscles of her clenched sex as his hips worked slow and easy, his muscles tense and powerfully restrained.

It was all she could do to keep her eyes open. Sensuality and building ecstasy had her fighting to stare up at him, to watch his expression.

At times like this, she could glimpse emotion on his face. She wasn’t always certain what that emotion was, but it was there, and it fascinated her.

Just glimpses, just small hints of the emotions he might feel. Emotions she craved, feelings she needed so desperately to know he felt.

“Casey,” she moaned as his cock slid into her pussy to the hilt. It sent fire raging through every cell of her body. It had her flying through sensations she didn’t know how to describe or how to handle.

“Tell me, baby.” Leaning closer, his head lowered, his lips moving to her neck, to her ear. “Tell me, Sheila. Do you love it? Do you love feeling me inside you? Fucking you until we both feel as though we’re going to die?”

“I love it.” She loved him. “It’s so good, Casey.” It was so past good. It was incredible.

It was flying without wings.

Moving beneath him, hips rising and writhing, grinding against his pelvis as his cock sank deep inside her, Sheila let that pleasure—let the man—have her in ways she never had before.

She was barely able to hold her eyes open, but she did, to hold his gaze. To stare into the swirls of emotion that filled them. To become ensnared in him as the heavy strokes began to quicken, lengthen.

Ecstasy began to build, to tighten and stimulate until Sheila couldn’t hold back the moans and pleasure-filled cries that rose in her throat.

She couldn’t bear the sharpened pleasure much longer, she knew. She couldn’t get close enough to him. She couldn’t move fast enough, he wasn’t moving hard enough.

“Casey, please,” she cried out as her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms tightening around his neck.

She had to come soon. She couldn’t bear this much sensation much longer. She couldn’t survive the pleasure, the building pressure that swelled the muscles of her pussy, clenching it, tightening it as Casey fucked her with ever faster strokes.

Their moans filled the air. Her nails dug into his shoulders as his teeth rasped over a torturously hard nipple. That additional stimulation sent her exploding, careening as ecstasy detonated inside her with a force that obliterated reality.

She felt the rush of her juices as Casey buried himself deep inside her. The heavy, fierce spurts of his come filling her destroyed her senses.

The fierce throb and jetting heat amplified her ecstasy, throwing her higher, racing through her system and increasing the rapturous surges of intensity that exploded over and over and rushed through her body.

Shaking, trembling, she could only lie beneath him shuddering as Casey came above her, their bodies locked in pleasure, and in something she knew went far beyond the physical.

In a blinding second of insight, Sheila knew she had finally fallen irrevocably and totally in love.

She loved Casey in ways she had never loved when she was younger. She loved him past her heart, and into her soul. And she loved him with a power she knew she would never escape.

And she knew that as of yet, there hadn’t been so much as hint that Casey cared more for her than for any other woman he’d taken as a lover.

She could very well be lost in this maze of emotions alone. And being there alone was a very frightening thought.

  EIGHT

  There was a small bathroom and shower to the side of the office that they used. The pelting water cascaded over them, washing away the perspiration that had accumulated along their bodies.

They shared the shower. Casey’s larger body should have made the small space seem cramped; instead,