Irresistible Bachelors: Books 1-5 by Landish, Lauren (bts books to read TXT) 📕

her, the two of us falling to the soft ground of the path, Hannah yelling in protest. “Ahh! Get off me!”

“Get off you?” I ask, pinning her to the ground and holding her hands over her head. “You sure that’s what you want?”

Hannah’s reply is cut off as I kiss her neck, and she moans as I run my hands down her body. I bring my hand up to cup her breast, massaging it through the thin fabric of her top. Her nipple pebbles against my palm, and I stroke it, pulling away to look into her eyes. “Give up?”

“I give up . . .” Hannah moans, putting her arms around my neck.

I get off her, lifting her in my arms. “Come on, I don’t want us to be interrupted. There’s a little clearing through those trees.” I swoop her up into my arms, crossing the tree line into the field and setting her down in the soft grass.

“Tony . . .”

A streak catches our eye, and we turn, watching as shooting stars start to fill the sky. It’s beautiful, and as I turn back to Hannah, I remember a childhood ritual. “You know what they say about shooting stars . . . we need to make a wish fast.” I watch as Hannah closes her eyes, her lips moving silently. As her eyes open, we lock eyes, and she lies back, opening her arms and offering herself to me.

“Tony, tomorrow is tomorrow. But tonight is ours. Make my wish come true?” she asks with a hopeful look in her eyes. Hannah reaches for the tie on her dress and undoes it, letting the top fall down to reveal her perky tits, her nipples already hard with desire.

I nod, understanding her wish for tonight’s magic to carry us through, as if tomorrow won’t destroy everything. I reach behind my neck and pull my shirt off, lowering down to meet her halfway in a kiss. The kiss is sweet and tender, with an undercurrent of passion that soon has our tongues wrapping around each other, my hands running up and down her body, working her dress to her feet and then off. She lies before me, her pussy hidden by a tiny scrap of lace. “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I tell her as I grab the sides of her panties and lower them.

Lying back down over her, my lips trail down Hannah’s throat, sucking and licking her delicious skin. I cup her ass, massaging it and squeezing, her moans of arousal growing as I knead the taut flesh. I trail my lips lower but stop and smile into her hip as I remember something that I saw earlier. I get up, telling her not to move, and Hannah gives me a worried look. “What are you doing?”

“Making perfection even tastier,” I joke, walking away for just a few seconds before coming back with what I remembered. “Mango.”

The fruit is ripe, and I tear it in my hands, squeezing the fresh juice over her breasts as I kneel down, burying my tongue between them. The taste of her skin with the sweet mango leaves me ravenous, and I suck hard, licking and tasting her skin before I devour her nipple, tugging and biting it, Hannah moaning my name and running her hands through my hair. “Tony . . . for God’s sake, Tony, you’re amazing.”

I growl, switching sides and sliding a hand between Hannah’s legs, rubbing her slick lips. She spreads her legs and I slip two fingers inside, pumping them in and out as I lick and suck on her breasts until there’s no mango left, just the wonderful texture of her skin under my lips. I rub her clit with my thumb, Hannah’s hips jerking as I stroke in and out.

I kiss up to her lips, sharing the last of the mango with her as my fingers speed up, pumping her tight pussy as I stroke her hair and kiss her tenderly. “You’re amazing,” I whisper to her. “Nobody is like you.”

Hannah tries to answer, but her body shakes so much that all she can do is clutch at my back, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. A moan rolls from the depths of her belly, and her pussy clamps down tightly on my fingers as she comes. “Mmm . . .” I moan, licking my fingers clean before sharing them with her. “Sweeter than the mango.”

Hannah laughs. “That was amazing. But you still haven’t done what you promised. You still planning to follow through on your claim?”

“What?” I ask, confused for a moment until Hannah rolls over, wiggling her ass at me with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “You serious?”

“You said my ass was yours . . . here’s your chance, studmuffin,” she says. “Rare chance. Take advantage.”

I don’t need any more encouragement, getting behind Hannah and pulling her ass toward me. I reach out with my tongue, coating her asshole with spit while I rub her pussy with my right hand, gathering her juices to add to the sensual massage. I can’t believe she’s offering this to me. Her sighs turn into joyous moans as I slide in one finger, then another into her ass, slowly stretching her open.

“Tony . . . please, my mouth,” she begs, and I understand. I move around, my two fingers still buried in her ass as she turns her head and slides my cock into her mouth, pumping it slowly in and out to get it extra nice and wet for her. I pull out with a loud pop and move behind her. I pull my fingers out and just touch her with the tip of my cock.

“You ready?” I ask softly. As much as I want to plunge in hard, I know she needs to have a chance to prepare, and I wait until she nods to push the head of my cock in slowly. I wait, listening to her breathing as she hitches, then gasps as I slide in further,