Say You're Mine (The Gallaghers Book 1) by Layla Hagen (comprehension books .txt) 📕

my pants. I felt her body tighten up and knew she was getting closer to her climax. I slipped my hand in her panties, touching her bare skin. Her legs wobbled. She stretched a hand behind her, as if looking for something to grab for support. I walked her backward to the nearest wooden pole, holding her firmly by her waist. I wanted her to focus on nothing but her pleasure. I circled her clit slowly, enjoying the way she rocked back and forth from her heels to her toes.

She exploded, groaning against my mouth. Her back arched, and her legs became weak. I loved watching her give herself completely to the pleasure. I was torn between wanting to watch her and wanting to taste her. She shuddered in my arms, humming, until her body relaxed again. She kissed my chest, then moved farther down. I grabbed the pole with one hand, watching her. When she reached my navel, she looked up with a smile.

“You have excellent self-restraint. I think you deserve a prize.”

“I agree.”

She pushed down my pants, then my boxers. I didn’t hesitate stepping out of them. She traced the V-lines going from my pubis downward with her thumbs and then her tongue. My cock was pressing against the side of her neck, and that bit of skin-on-skin contact was making me crazy.

Isabelle looked up at me, licking the tip of my erection before wrapping her lips around it. She moved her head back and forth, driving me insane. Pleasure pulsed through me, already messing with my senses. My thoughts were a whirlwind, but one stood out: Isabelle was all mine.

She looked up at me, and seeing the lust in her eyes only intensified my pleasure. This was too fucking good. I was close to the edge. So damn close.

Isabelle pulled back, pressing the flat of her tongue against the tip. I buckled forward as pleasure shot through me. She kissed up my torso until we were face-to-face. Taking a step back, she unclasped her bra before pushing her panties down her legs, shimmying her ass to taunt me. I barely remembered about protection and grabbed my wallet. I was so on edge that rolling the condom over my erection drove me insane.

Isabelle was moving around me, kissing my right arm, then my back before moving to the left arm. I whirled around so we were facing each other once more. With one hand, I grabbed the back of her head, tilting it back until I had all the access I wanted to kiss her.

I cupped one ass cheek with my other hand, pressing her against my cock. We both groaned, stumbling backward. I used both my hands to lift her up. Propping her against the nearest wall, I sank inside her to the hilt. My knees buckled from the shock of pleasure coiling through me.

“Fuuuuuuck.”

I inhaled through my nose, exhaled through my mouth, trying to contain the climax for a while longer. She’d brought me close to the edge with those plump lips, but I wanted her to come again before I gave in to it.

I moved my hips in a relentless rhythm, kissing her neck and shoulders and every part of her within my reach. I wanted to own and explore every inch of her. She wiggled her hand between us, touching her clit. Fuck. I couldn’t fight my climax any longer.

I moved even faster, with reckless abandon, flesh slapping against flesh, our moans filling the space. I came the second I felt her tighten around me, hearing her chant my name.

I’d never climaxed so powerfully. My vision blurred at the corners. My breath caught. My lungs were burning, as were my muscles. I lowered Isabelle to her feet, keeping a hand firmly around her waist. I needed a few minutes to regain my composure. Hearing her laugh softly against my chest made me smile.

“We’re a mess,” she whispered, looking up. We were both sweaty and utterly spent. “Mr. Clarke, I didn’t think you had it in you to defile this place like that.”

I drew my thumb over her lower lip before sliding the tip in her mouth.

“You have no idea how many other places I want to defile with you.”

She jerked her head back, pointing at me. “No sexy times in the cottage rehearsal room.”

I wiggled my eyebrows. “We’ll see. I have some aces up my sleeve.”

Still laughing, she started dressing. I hadn’t removed the condom, watching her, indulging in the view.

“You going to walk back like this?” she asked once she was finished, a sly grin on her face. “That’s certainly going to get people talking.”

“So damn sassy all the time.”

She shimmied, running a hand through her hair.

“Nah, I’m extra sassy now, courtesy of the delicious orgasm you just gave me.”

“Two orgasms.”

“Oooh, we’re keeping count? Okay.”

I touched her neck, tracing the contour of her jaw with my forefinger.

“Hey, put your clothes on.” Her tone was half warning, half playful.

“Why? Afraid we’re going to get that count up to three?” I teased.

She tilted her head to one side, narrowing her eyes. “No... but we’ll lose our heads and miss the party.”

I could see that happening. I wasn’t one to lose my head, but Isabelle had that effect on me.

I dressed quickly, and we headed back outside.

“I feel like a teenager sneaking back in the house,” she whispered a few minutes later as we approached the house.

“We don’t have to sneak in.”

“Umm... we’re sweaty, and I think anyone can tell it’s not from hot yoga or jogging. So yes, we have to.”

She had a point. Luckily, everyone was in the backyard, so we could go in through the front door without running into anyone.

“Let’s shower together. Will save time,” I said.

She laughed. “What a creative way to say you want to get down and dirty again.”

I pulled her to me, pinching her ass. “Isabelle, I have lots of plans to defile the shower with you. But when I can take my time with you. Now we’re