Honor Bound by Joey Hill (speld decodable readers .txt) 📕

he knew exactly what he was doing to her. She melted from the inside out, and when he moved his hand over her belly and laid it against her hip, she felt the burn there. Yeah, she had it bad for Clay, but it was so much more than physical.

Now that she’d let her fear go, she could touch him with her heart, and it was so much better than just being physical with him. She poured herself into kissing him, into roaming his chest with her hands. And suddenly there were too many clothes between them, and her corset was too constricting.

He sat her on the sofa and stood, shrugging out of his jacket and tie, then began to unbutton his shirt. She watched as he took off his shirt, kicked off his shoes and then let his pants drop, leaving him wearing only boxer briefs—briefs that outlined his erection.

She leaned forward and laid her hands on his hips, then tilted her head back to see him looking down on her.

She grasped the briefs and pulled them down his legs, letting them drop to his ankles. He stepped out of them, but didn’t move. His cock was right there—at her face—and she reached out with her tongue to lap at the soft-crested head.

Clay hissed at the contact. Ella’s body fused with heat and desire. She dropped to her knees.

“Your dress—”

“I can’t wait.” She wrapped her hands around him, cupping the globes of his fine ass as she brought his cock to her mouth once again. She rolled her tongue around the tip of his cock, then brought him inside, covering his shaft with her mouth.

“Ella,” he whispered, his hand coming down to rest in her hair. He pulled out pins and tangled his fingers in her hair while she sucked him, licked him, cradled his ball sac in her hands. She loved the feel of him, the taste of him, the way he responded when she loved him with her mouth.

She took his shaft at the base and guided him deep in her mouth, swallowing, squeezing the head of his cock until he groaned and pulled away.

“Enough. I want to come inside you.”

He lifted her, took her mouth in a hard kiss, his tongue diving in and rasping against hers with demand, with need. By the time he broke the kiss she was panting, wet, aroused past the point of reason.

“Fuck me.”

He removed the last of the pins from her hair, his gaze so intense it brought tears to her eyes.

“I’ve never loved anyone before, Ella,” he said, nipping her bottom lip as he said it. He wound one arm behind her and pulled at the corset strings. “But I want to be tied to you.

Marry me.”

She stilled. Of all the places she’d ever imagined she’d be proposed to, him naked, her fully clothed, in the middle of making love, she’d never imagined. And yet it was perfect in its imperfection. It was so Clay. She cupped his face with her hands and smiled, laughed, nodded. “Yes. I love you. I’ll marry you. Now make love to me.”

He turned her around and they both laughed while he fumbled untying her corset.

“Damn thing. I could get my knife and cut it,” he muttered.

“Don’t you dare. I got proposed to in this dress. It’s special.”

He unzipped the skirt of her dress and let it fall to the floor, then laid his mouth on the side of her neck, murmuring to her. “Leave the corset on. I’ll fuck you in it.”

She sucked in a huge breath as she stepped out of the skirt and turned to him clad only in the corset, black silk panties and her stiletto heels.

His brows raised. “Now, that . . . that is a sight to behold.”

He lifted her and carried her to her bedroom, laid her down on her bed and slipped off her shoes, kissed her toes, her calves and her thighs as he mapped his way up her body with his mouth. When he reached her sex, he pressed his mouth to her pussy, exhaling against her. His warm breath against the satin nearly sent her over the edge.

He slid the panties down her legs and she waited in anticipation, spreading her thighs as he returned to her, covering her sex with his mouth almost immediately, taking her to orgasm within seconds as he sucked her pussy and licked her clit with his amazingly talented mouth. She writhed underneath him while he licked her and brought her to the edge again, then stopped.

She raised her head to see him smiling up at her.

“What?”

“You’re beautiful when you come.”

She was way past blushing. “I’ll do it again if you hurry up and get your cock inside me.”

He slipped on a condom, then paused.

“I’m going to get a test. Then when it’s clear I’m going to fuck you without one of these things.”

She shivered, the thought of his naked cock inside her making her wet, eager to feel the slide of him. “I love you, Clay.”

He gathered her into his arms, rolling her to the side and lifting her leg over his hip. He slid inside her with one easy thrust, grabbing on to the laces of her corset and tugging them tight. He bent down to lick the rim of the corset where her breasts spilled over the top. Her pussy contracted around him.

“Strings,” he said as he drove against her. “Mine.”

“Yes. Yours.” She trembled all over at the feel of him inside her, filling her, expanding inside her every time he drove against her. Her pussy gripped him as he dragged his shaft against her sensitized tissues.

Love and lust was a powerful combination, and it drove her desire to new heights. She clung to him, kissed him, conscious of his gaze on her as she climbed to the edge. But she held back, wanting him to come with her this time. She wanted to see him, wanted this moment to be in tandem with him.

She