Candy Apple by Tielle St. Clare Read Free Book Online

the sight of Nathan and the fluffy pixie
last night had kept Kiah up for hours.
    Her fingers tightened on his cock and he groaned,
remembering how she’d looked as Nathan had gone down on her. Kiah had had the
perfect view from the door of his bedroom, and though he’d known better, known he should have walked away, he hadn’t been able to pull his gaze away. Those
pretty tits, that soft, curved ass just made to be cuddled up against a man’s
groin.
    His fingers gripped the edge of the counter and he told
himself not to pump against the almost delicate hold on his cock, though fuck,
his body fought his mind’s instruction.
    The woman clearly thought he was Nathan. They looked enough
alike—their fathers being twins—that they were mistaken for brothers far more
often than cousins.
    “As much as I love the idea of your hand on me, I—” He
turned around and gulped. Holy crap. Her breasts were bare and she wore those
same sexy panties. Candy-apple red and perfect for her shape, clinging to her
ass and hips. They were just made to rip off her body.
    He tensed, waiting for her to realize she’d made a mistake
and had the wrong man. Waiting for the scream of protest or the stumbling
apology.
    She took a step back, her lower lip looking plump and
delicious as she stared up at him. She blinked and looked right at him.
    “But what?”
    “Huh?”
    “You said you loved the idea of my hand on you but…?”
    Dang, that sounded like an invitation.
    He gave his head a shake, reminding himself that she was
Nathan’s woman and while he enjoyed pissing off his cousin…fucking the man’s
girlfriend was a bit over the top, even for him.
    But then she reached out and placed her fingers over the
hard bulge of his cock, straining against the fly of his jeans.
    “I love the idea of your hand but I love the thought of your
mouth even more.”
    The words fell off his tongue but he couldn’t regret them.
Not when he saw the wide smile that curved her lips. Or the way her tongue
peeked out, as if she was anticipating his taste.
    He opened his mouth to say something stupid like “you know
I’m not Nathan, right?” but she blinked up at him—stared right at him—and then
dropped to her knees. Clever fingers quickly undid the fly of his jeans. He’d
gone commando this morning, pulling his jeans on to go to the kitchen to make
coffee. His cock pressed forward, hard and getting harder with each caress of
her hand.
    Once again the noble side of his brain that was easily
silenced—thank God—came alert to say this was Nathan’s woman. But then she
leaned in and licked, a kitten stroke of her tongue on his shaft as if she just
wanted a sample.
    She seemed to find his flavor pleasing because she grinned
and licked again, a little longer, a little harder. She cupped his shaft and
brought the tip to her lips. Heat enveloped the head as she first lapped then
swirled her tongue around the broad tip.
    Her hands worked the base of his shaft, sliding deeper and
cupping his balls.
    “Baby—”
    She raised her eyes and smiled up at him, then opened those
pretty pink lips and surrounded the head of his cock with wet heat. He groaned
and pumped his hips, just a shallow thrust, wanting to be deeper. She hummed
around his cock and let him in, taking him to the back of her throat.
    Fuck. He had to stop this, he knew he did, but he couldn’t
pull away from the sexy warmth of her mouth.
    She slid her hand up to meet her lips, wrapping her fingers
around the base of his shaft. She couldn’t quite reach around the full girth
but every inch of his dick felt covered.
    Slowly she pulled back, sucking hard as she retreated. His
eyes rolled to the back of his head. He leaned back and once again grabbed the
counter but this time to keep his knees steady. She slowly bobbed her head up
and down on his cock, taking him a little deeper each time. She closed her eyes
and released a soft moan. The tiny vibrations rippled through his dick.
    He held on,