Fast and Easy by Betty Womack Read Free Book Online Page B

blocked her emotions.
    “Very poetic, Don, but I’d rather you didn’t touch me.”
    He eased closer until he chin grazed her cheek. “Why not? Afraid you like me? Just a little.”
    Ah, heaven in blue jeans warmed her soul while he pressed soft kisses on her mouth. Like him? She loved him more than her next breath. Her heart pounded out the words she couldn’t say.
    “I’m not sure.” Her protest had been faint, but clear to him. She eagerly gave in to the fire burning out of control in her body.
    “I’m sure for both of us.” He took his time removing the pin from her blouse and released the buttons. Her body tensed with high expectation at the touch of his firm lips on her bare breast. “It’s been too long, Carmen…too long.”
    “Meaning?” Why couldn’t she keep her mouth shut and simply enjoy the only man she wanted?
    He didn’t answer and pulled her close in his arms. “Not this time, Redstone. I know you want me as much as I want you. No more insults to ruin a perfect hard on.”
    With a few simple words, he lit the fuse to desire, and she gave in to the ache in her body. “Let’s see what you call perfect.”
    She slowly unzipped his jeans, pushing her hand into his shorts to grip his cock in a firm hold. She shivered with pleasure at the weight of hot, rigid man in her possession. He covered her hand, groaning against her neck.
    For several minutes, they stood in silence, blanketed in need and overwhelming pleasure of touching, his hands moved to her ass, holding her close.
    She loved his mouth, her own opening to feel the plunder of his tongue. He tasted good, fresh and clean and just plain Don. He filled her senses to overflowing. Whatever made her think she could say no to him, to refuse the hot steam of wild sexual awareness moving from his hand into her pussy?
    There was no use fighting how quickly she opened every door for him or how he easily vanquished her stubborn resistance. All her torment burned away, and she gave in to the throbbing need to be his woman.
    Urgency made her hug his neck, holding his mouth to hers in a rough, searching kiss. She loved his fingertips grazing the mounds of her breast and his mouth pressing to her nipples. The gasp she had been tamping down escaped the moment he began to suck, and her nails dug deep in his back.
    She helped him unzip her slacks, shuddering with pleasure, and straining to him while his fingers moved her panties aside to tug gently on her pubic hair. She liked it, his teasing way of driving her crazy. Her juices ran wild, and his fingers inched deep inside her until she was positive she felt them reach her soul.
    In a wildfire to have him, she worked quickly to rid him of his shirt and unbuckled his jeans, not allowing his fingers leave her as his clothes fell to the floor.
    He kicked his jeans aside while he held her still to stroke her clit, paying close attention to her breast she thrust toward him. She nearly collapsed with passion, longing to claim his hard cock in her throbbing pussy. To stop for a second was precious time lost.
    “Fuck me now, Don.” The demand had come out as a raspy whisper. “Now—right here.”
    Scorching heat rose up around them, burning away the days of loneliness and doubt Carmen had struggled through. Her man handled her like she weighed nothing, his mouth warm and devastatingly delicious.
    “You wear too many fucking clothes.” His soft complaint was muffled by the ripping sound of her blouse being torn off her body. “You didn’t like that blouse anyway, did you?” He teased her, obviously not concerned about the shredded fabric he tossed on the floor.
    He displayed real talent for working hooks of bras, freeing her breasts in one swift motion. “I’m glad you know I love that bra.” She squeezed his dick, pulling firmly to make her meaning clear. “You’re wearing shorts. I want you naked.”
    He shed the last bit of clothing he wore, and immediately pressed her to the wall. His mouth crushed