Belle and Valentine by Tressie Lockwood Read Free Book Online Page B

her moan and shut her eyes. Fane nudged her legs wider, and then she felt his cock at her entrance. He held her hips and pushed in. Her forehead touched the glass, and she moaned as he stretched her folds around his shaft. His thighs touched the backs of hers when he was buried as deep as he could go, and then he withdrew. He pushed in again and began a slow, smooth rhythm.
    They moved together and apart, panting, whispering each other’s names. Zuria peered over her shoulder, and Fane captured her lips. He curled his big body over hers, consuming her with his presence and his amazing touch. She gave into his lovemaking, wanting it to never stop.
    His tongue glided into her mouth and swept the interior. Zuria sucked on it and then moved to his bottom lip. Fane threw an arm around her shoulders and across her breasts. He drew her back to his chest and quickened his pace. He pounded his big cock into her pussy over and over. The sounds of her come as he invaded drove her wild. She went up to her toes and arched as hard as she could to accommodate him. Fane pounded his tool home, and she lost track of his mouth because all strength left her body. Her head bobbed onto his shoulder, and she was at his mercy. He claimed her repeatedly, whispering dirty things in her ear. A tightening started in her belly, spread to her clit, and deep inside her, a strong sensation, a climax that threatened to take everything.
    “Fane, I—” She didn’t even get to finish the sentence when the orgasm hit. The sensation was so strong and all-consuming. Her cry of ecstasy was silent, with her mouth open but no sound. Vibrations ricocheted throughout her body, and goose bumps rose on her skin. Fane stoked the inferno by reaching around to rub her clit with the tips to two fingers. She clenched her teeth together, and an aftershock shook her. All the while he kept pumping into her, but when her climax eased, he stilled and emptied himself inside her.
    He took his time pulling out, and Zuria stumbled to the bed. She fell over facedown and clutched the sheets in her fists. Fane walked into the bathroom but returned soon after and lay full out on top of her. He covered her hands with his, and his lips brushed her cheek.
    “Turn your head before you suffocate,” he said, amusement in his tone.
    She did and looked at him. Wow, he was good. Not that he had moves fantastically different from her former lovers. Okay, he does have a big dick. That wasn’t it. The deal was how her body responded to him, and maybe some of Fane’s personality itself. He didn’t hold back. He never let expectations define him and what he did. She didn’t want to admit it, but she liked that level of freedom even if it came off as irresponsible. The obligations and bonds others tended to place on a person just slipped off of Fane.
    He smoothed a thumb over her forehead. “You’re thinking too hard.”
    She shook the thoughts from her head. “Are you going to lay on top of me all day?”
    He nudged her knees apart, and to her surprise his hard cock slipped into her pussy. “Not all day.”
    She moaned, and soon they lost themselves in another session of hot sex that lasted until Sam called to demand they bring themselves in to work before he came to find them. After that embarrassing call, Zuria slunk into the shop, head down, hiding behind sunglasses and knowing by the dull murmur that filled the coffee shop and the people who made damn sure she waved hello to them, that everyone knew what she had been up to and with who.
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    Zuria stood behind the coffee shop counter studying a recipe Sam had written down for her. She glanced up to find her brother helping another customer. She’d always happily helped Sam and Fane with the shop, like running the cash register, sweeping up, even pouring batter Sam had already mixed, but she had never actually made coffee since it wasn’t a preference. She enjoyed cold drinks year around, and the flavor of the bean on her tongue