My Heart's Passion by Elizabeth Lapthorne (room on the broom read aloud .TXT) 📕

on her breast, Chloe felt her control snap. She needed to feel this man, needed more of his hot flesh for her to touch. She began to fumble with the belt of his jeans.

Without even bothering to lift his head from her breast, Samuel let go of her other breast and quickly tore her shirt apart. Lifting his head only long enough to remove the silk from around her chest, he bared her to his view and lowered his mouth back to her naked breast.

Chloe cried out. Her breasts were so sensitive it was unbelievable. She had thought his mouth hot through the silk of her blouse. Unprotected, his mouth was like a furnace. The pressure from his sucking sent electric shocks from her nipple through to her clit and down to her pulsing pussy.

Samuel sucked and sucked and as the pressure inside her increased and the minutes passed, Chloe felt her brain shattering. Screaming, she came, totally shocked.

Blinking and trying to catch her breath, Chloe looked up at Samuel. His face was flushed a deep red from his restraint, his breath was coming as fast as her own.

“Did I…? Did you…?” Chloe cleared her throat, trying to string a coherent sentence together.

A smug smile blossomed across his face. “Yeah, you did. Let’s do it again.”

Chloe smiled and started unbuckling his jeans again before he could distract her. Finally pulling the belt free, she unsnapped them, enjoying the feel of the silk boxers he wore.

He groaned as she pushed the thick material down his legs, and lifted himself up onto his arms so she could clear the jeans from his legs.

Grateful he wasn’t wearing shoes in the house to slow her down, she eyed the impressive length of leg and tight, taut buns showing through his boxers.

Before she could come back to dip her hands inside the silk boxers, he was tearing her own jeans from her body. Obviously in a rush, he pulled first one leg out, then the other. Chloe chuckled as he struggled to remove her shoes through the jeans.

“I’m not going anywhere, you don’t have to rush like this.”

“I don’t know about you, but I’ve been wearing my hard-on for more than two days. Time and restraint are not things I have in vast quantities right now.”

Chloe lay back down on the couch and let him strip her jeans from her.

“Well then, what are you waiting for? I’m already as wet as I can be.”

Samuel finally freed her legs and tossed the jeans casually aside.

“Ah darlin’, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet. I’m gonna make you so wet you’ll worry about dehydration.”

With that, he easily picked her up and headed off for his bedroom.

Chapter Sixteen

Samuel carefully deposited Chloe on his large bed. In nothing but a skimpy pair of blue panties, she looked luscious and willing. Exactly how he liked his women. In the back of his mind, he knew this was special, knew there was something more going on here. But he refused to think about it. He didn’t want to spoil the moment.

He would be forever grateful she arrived tonight dressed for seduction, as he wasn’t sure his noble gesture would have lasted through the night. Thankfully, neither would ever really know.

Stripping out of his boxers and pulling his shirt over his head, a split second later he joined Chloe down on his bed. She opened her arms to receive him and he felt like he finally had come home. Kissing her, he slid his tongue inside her mouth. Lapping her, he enjoyed her unique taste.

Keeping control of himself, Samuel stroked his hands up and down her arms, her sides. Trying desperately hard to go slow, he sensitized Chloe’s skin, hoping to steam her up just like he was, and about to explode.

He pulled his mouth from her, began to string nibbling kisses down her neck. So engrossed in keeping his restraint, he was shocked when Chloe grabbed his head and lowered him.

“What are you doing?” he growled against her skin.

“You’re going too slow. I thought you were a man of action.”

“Trying not to rush you,” he muttered.

When Chloe pulled her panties off and spread her legs wide, he nearly swallowed his tongue.

“Trust me, Sam, I don’t need slow right now. I need a good, hard fuck. Taste me, see how wet I am. Then decide for yourself.”

Unable to resist the temptation, he lowered his head to her neat curls and took a long lick.

Oh yeah, she was more than ready. Wet and moist and totally open to him, exactly as he had been fantasizing about for days now.

Samuel indulged himself a moment, licking and sucking at her damp, soft flesh. Chloe bucked her hips and moaned, enjoying his attentions. Each lick of her skin tasted like spicy honey, each buck of her hips drove him nearer to madness.

His boner would go down in personal history as the biggest, hardest hard-on he had ever experienced.

When he could stand it no longer and Chloe was tugging on his hair, he lifted himself up her body, laying soft, teasing kisses on her stomach.

“Was there something you wanted?” he teased.

He gasped and nearly came as she gently grabbed his cock in her hand. Resisting the urge to spend right there in her soft little hand, Samuel bit the inside of his cheek.

“Yeah,” she huskily murmured, his brain hardly registering his words, “there is something you have that I want. Wanna share?”

Samuel grinned around his grimace. So she wanted to play rough, huh? He pulled her legs together, surprising her. Flipping her over, he laid her on her stomach and pushed her legs up so her ass rode high in the air.

“Uh…Sam…?”

Ignoring her, he then spread her legs, so she could feel the slight pull of muscles just at her entrance. Doggy style was one of his favorite positions, and with one’s legs drawn right up, the muscles stretching, the pleasure was that much stronger.

“I’m always willing to share with you, little girl. Anything and everything I have.”

With those