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

“That’s what I thought of you when I first saw your butt. You were a total studmuffin. I just wanna take a bite of that bubble butt.”

I laugh, embarrassed. “Uh, yeah, if you say so.”

Hannah laughs, getting up and straddling my legs. “I’m for real. I can teach you how to twerk. I taught Roxy all her best moves. Want me to show you?”

I laugh, putting my hands on her waist before reaching around and running my hands over her ass. “I think I’ll pass. I might have something, but not as much as my big booty . . .”

Hannah wags her finger at me to not finish that sentence even as she arches her back to press her ass into my hands more. “Oh, no, buddy, don't you dare say it!”

I laugh. “Sorry, couldn't help myself.”

I massage Hannah’s ass, and she sighs happily before giggling. “Don’t tell anyone I said this, but I sort of miss that damn bird. I’m going to be happy to see her again.”

“I knew it,” I reply, pulling Hannah into my lap more and drawing her in for a kiss. “But if you really want to show me some dancing, I have a few ideas.”

“What?” she asks breathlessly, moaning as I kiss down to the curve of her neck, licking the soft skin, relishing the taste of her.

“Let’s see how well you can pole dance . . . on my pole.”

“Mmm . . .” Hannah moans, rolling her hips against the hard bulge in my pants. She glances at the door and sees that the lights are off. We’re alone. “A little corny, but challenge accepted.”

Hannah stands up, reaching for the first button on her blouse and opening it for me. There’s no music, but that doesn’t make her slow striptease any less erotic as she peels off her blouse and skirt for me, leaving her in just her bra and panties before she reaches for my shirt. “You know, my love . . .” she says before stopping and shivering in pleasure. “My love . . . it feels good to call you that.”

“It’s even better to hear it,” I reply, reaching up to brush her hair out of her face. “I should have told you exactly how I felt back on the island. I was just . . . afraid.”

“I was too,” Hannah admits, undoing my shirt and leaning in to kiss my chest. She runs her tongue over my nipples, biting lightly and making me moan as her breasts press against the bulge of my cock inside my jeans, their warmth soaking through the denim and making me throb. I run my hands through Hannah’s hair, gasping as she kisses back up, looking me in the eyes as she straddles me. “I’m not afraid anymore. I love you, Tony.”

Hannah puts her arms around my neck and rolls her hips, riding my cock through her panties and jeans, kissing me deeply as she does. I chuckle. Not this time. Instead, I reach around and pick her up, setting Hannah on the wide wooden topped table that the cafe uses for preparing pizza dough, making her giggle. “Plan on covering me with pepperoni and mozzarella?”

“Don’t give me any ideas,” I tease back, kissing down her throat as my hands undo her bra. I free her breasts as Hannah runs her fingers over my shoulders and back, gasping when my lips find her right nipple and suck longingly. I devote myself to Hannah’s breasts, licking and sucking to the sound of her gasps and light growls of pleasure while I undo my pants, freeing my cock.

“Lie back,” I whisper, helping Hannah down before lifting her hips and easing her panties off. I kiss my way down and trace my tongue over her lips. Hannah’s hips buck, and I slip my hands under her ass, cupping her cheeks to lift her pussy to my mouth, not letting her get away as I suck and taste her. My tongue slides up and down between her lips before I swirl around her clit, teasing Hannah.

“Tony . . . God, you feel so good,” she gasps, and I reward her by letting my tongue flutter over the tip of her clit, tickling lightly. Her breath catches in her throat and choked pleas rip from her lips. “Please . . . please . . . please . . .”

I stroke my tongue over her clit harder, sending her hurtling into the throes of her orgasm. I keep my mouth glued to her, refreshing the exhaustion in my body with every droplet that coats my tongue and dribbles down my throat. When she’s done, I stand up, my cock iron hard and pulsing with desire. I lift her knees. The table is at just the right height that I don’t have to do anything to line myself up.

Holding onto Hannah’s thighs, I push forward slowly, my cock sinking into her in a single long, amazing thrust that leaves both of us staring into the other’s eyes. She reaches down and entwines her fingers with mine as I let her knees slide to my elbows, holding her open and vulnerable to me as I fill her all the way up. Her pussy grips me tightly, sending thrills through my cock to bloom in my chest before exploding in my brain, signals that tell me she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known, and that I’ve finally found my perfect partner.

Slowly, taking our time, I thrust my cock in and out of Hannah, our eyes never wavering with each stroke. My heart beats hard and deep in my chest with every slap of our hips together, and my breath quickens as I pump faster and faster.

Leaning down, I kiss Hannah hungrily, pushing her back further onto the table to climb up, pressing her body into the warm wooden surface and holding her still. Our tongues stroke and