Easy For Keeps: A Boudreaux Novella (The Boudreaux Series)

Easy For Keeps: A Boudreaux Novella (The Boudreaux Series) by Kristen Proby Read Free Book Online Page A

Book: Easy For Keeps: A Boudreaux Novella (The Boudreaux Series) by Kristen Proby Read Free Book Online
Authors: Kristen Proby
Tags: Romance, New Orleans, 1001 Dark Nights, kristen proby, Boudreaux
my touch.
    “How do you keep your skin so nice?” I murmur against her neck.
    “Genetics,” she breathes and arches under me when my thumb and finger tweak her nipple.
    “You like that?”
    “Mmm.”
    So I do it again and nibble my way down to replace my fingers with my mouth, tugging her, licking her.
    “Bite me,” she says, surprising me, and I comply, delighted when her hips rise off the bed and she pulls my hair harder.
    “You like it rough, honey?”
    “It makes me forget to be nervous.”
    “Fuck.” I bite the other nipple. “I love how honest you are.”
    “I’m naked, Adam. There’s no hiding here.”
    My gaze travels down the length of her and back up again. She has curves and a few imperfections, and I’m sure that when she looks in the mirror she thinks she should have a flat stomach and slimmer hips. But God, I don’t. She’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen in… I can’t remember when.
    “You’re beautiful.”
    She grins.
    “I’ve been pregnant.”
    “So?”
    “So I’m not like I was before I was pregnant.”
    I shake my head and plant a kiss on her stomach. There are a few stretch marks there, but it just feels soft and sexy as hell.
    Before I get too lost in her, I strip out of my clothes and pull her hand to my pulsing hard cock.
    “You make me hard, Sarah. You’re so fucking sexy, I can’t wait to bury my face in your pussy and make you scream.”
    “Oh, that sounds nice. I love that you’re a dirty talker.”
    Her grip tightens on my cock, making my eyes cross. Jesus, I’m like a teenager.
    “I think you bring it out in me,” I reply with a grin.
    I grip her knees in my hands and push them up, spreading her wide. Her lips are small, there’s a light spattering of trimmed hair, and she’s already sopping wet for me.
    And I haven’t touched her there yet.
    “So wet, baby.”
    “So damn turned on,” she replies and gasps when I lean down and lick her, from anus to clit. “Oh my God.”
    “You taste good.”
    “I just—” But she can’t complete the sentence because I’ve buried my lips against her and I’m fucking her with my tongue, making her moan and her head thrash back and forth. My nose tickles her clit, and I can’t take my mouth off of her. I’m ravenous for her. I want to eat her all night long, but suddenly her hands are fisted in my hair again.
    “Adam!”
    I moan against her and suck her lips into my mouth.
    “Adam, I can’t.”
    I simply nod and press my thumb on her clit, and she cries out, her pussy pulsing around my tongue.
    Before she can calm, I climb over her, reach for a condom, and plunge inside, balls deep. Holy fucking hell, she’s tight.
    Wet and tight.
    And all mine.
    Mine? Well, for tonight, anyway.
    My mouth finds hers, and I am lost in her, hips moving fast, hands caught in her hair, and her legs wrapped around me as I fuck her hard and deep.
    “ Oh my God ,” she whispers.
    “Hell yes,” I reply and shove deep, then pulse, rubbing the base of my cock on her clit. I watch her face as her orgasm consumes her and she clutches me with her arms, legs, and pussy, riding it out.
    I can’t help it. I follow her over, resting my forehead against hers as my body empties and my mind fills with nothing but thoughts of her.
    And how I can’t wait to do this again.
     
    * * * *
     
    “All you have in here is old Chinese,” Sarah says, her head in my fridge and ass facing me. It’s quite the view.
    “I just bought some cheese,” I reply and lean my hips against the counter behind her to watch the show. She pulled my blue shirt on after we finally left the bed, but that’s all she has on.
    To my utter surprise, I’m getting hard again. And I’m naked, so there’s no way to hide it.
    Not that I want to.
    “It’s moldy,” she says, wrinkling her nose at me. “How old is the Chinese?”
    “A few days?” I think back on it. “Yeah, I wouldn’t eat it.”
    “So much for an after-sex snack,” she says with a chuckle and shuts

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