CEREAL DATER (The Way To A Man's Heart Book 13) by Frankie Love (people reading books .txt) 📕

take me right now. When I touch his skin, it’s like I am carving my name into wood, making sure that I will always be remembered there.

I let my fingers trail down his skin, pushing one hand up beneath his shirt so that I can feel his muscular stomach, and then gripping his cock through his pants with the other. He growls with want, his teeth against my ear, and unzips his pants and takes his hardness into his hand.

"Open your legs," he orders me, and I do as I am told at once. I am only wearing a dress, and I am glad that he has such easy access to me right now. I don’t want anything to get in the way of this, to get in the way of how damn good it feels to be with him in this way.

He reaches up between my thighs and rips my panties off, tossing them to the ground behind us, and moves towards me. The tip of his cock is pressed against my slit, and I can feel the delicious pressure of it beginning to open me up. I tip my head back and let out a moan, not sure how to tell him how much I want him right now.

"You want me to fuck you like this?” he asks, and I know he’s getting off on making me wait. He inches himself forward again, so that I can feel just his tip inside of me, and I let out another groan. This is almost too much for me to take...

"Yes, yes," I pant, and I hook my ankles behind his back to draw him into me. And, finally, he pushes all the way inside of me, and fills me with his cock for the very first time.

For a moment, the sensation is more than I can take. My whole body arches towards him, my hands gripping his shoulders, his back, his arms, anything that will ground me next to him the way that I need to be. He slides into me up to the hilt and then holds himself there for a moment, so I can feel his full length throbbing inside of me, his hardness filling me all the way up.

"Oh, fuck," he growls in my ear, and I know that it feels as good for him as it does for me. I want more. I shift my hips to the very edge of the counter, so that he can take every inch of me that he wants, and then, finally, he starts to really please me.

His body is so strong and so powerful that I have to hold on tight to keep from losing my grip. I wrap my arms around him, bury my head against his chest, inhale his deliciously masculine scent and let it fill all my senses.

My whole body responds to him – not just my pussy, though the sheer, intensive pleasure that is coursing through me right now is a part of it. But the tips of my fingers, the top of my scalp, the points on my body where his hands have found me – all of them lighting up to tell me that this is it, this is the man, this is the one worth throwing away all the rules that you made for yourself.

And, sure enough, it doesn’t take long until I find myself close to the edge, to the release that I know I need so badly. I’m breathing hard, and he is moving faster now, the only sound that of our skin coming together, over and over again.

It’s the only thing I need right now. The only thing I want.

I grip him tight, push myself towards him, and finally, finally...

"Fuck," I gasp as the orgasm sweeps through me at last. My thighs clench around his and he stills within me, holding himself in place for a long moment so that I can feel the full length of him inside of me as I come. My pussy clenches around him, over and over again, sending shockwaves of pleasure to every nerve ending in my body, until I can’t think or see straight, until all that matters is being here with him, feeling him inside of me.

And it doesn’t take long till he tips over the edge to his own release – it seems like making me come is all that he needed to get himself there, and a few seconds later, I feel the flood of his seed inside of me, the warmth of it bonding us together once and for all. He leans down to kiss me again, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that would almost be chaste if it wasn’t for what’s happening between my legs right now.

And he smiles.

Because he knows he’s got me just where he wants me.

Chapter Five

Landon

As we sit, slumped in one of the booths, so thoroughly fucked out that I doubt either of us can actually walk right now, I plant a kiss on the top of her head and wrap my arms around her.

"I know what you’re going to ask," she tells me.

I grin. "Then you know what you’re going to say," I reply. "Is that right?”

"It might be," she agrees, and she bites her lip again and turns to me. Her hair is a mess, and her dress is half ripped open where I tore it off of her.

"I don’t know if I can just up and leave this place," she protests as she plays with one of my hands.

"It doesn’t have to be for long," I assure her. I know that I am not going to be able to leave here until I know that she is coming with me to Maui. I need to know this girl, really know her, and the chance to sweep her off on a tropical vacation seems like the best way to do it.

"I can’t do more than three days," she offers back. We’re negotiating now