Hard Drivin Man by Cerise DeLand Read Free Book Online Page A

“Let’s swim, before I have other activities in mind.”
    He pondered what those other activities might be for most of the night. After a couple of laps in the pool, he had taken her back to bed and kept her tightly spooned to his body.
    Possessing her had become a minute-by-minute obsession now that he knew she loved to fuck with him. Loved to laugh with him. As she’d dropped off, he slipped the fingers of one hand inside her swollen wet pussy and felt the reverberations of her moan in delight. She was his. He was going to keep her from all harm. He just had to figure out how to make her see it and agree to it before he told his commanding officer what he’d do about re-enlisting.
    That was a conversation with his CO he had to have next Friday, which meant the time to make Jess his was short. To do it, he was going to rush her like a charging bull.
     
    * * * *
     
    Jess woke up the next morning, sun peeking through the heavy drapes, her body languorous, heavy, soaked with need and arching— Oh, my God— into Trey’s skilful sucking of her clit. His artful strokes of her channel. His open-mouthed kisses to her thighs.
    “Trey, honey,” she rasped, delirious with the thunderous sensation of being consumed by a ravenous man, “what are you doing to me?”
    He glanced up, his umber eyes mischievous. “I’m loving you, baby.”
    She undulated on the bed, careful not to move too much lest she disturb his ministrations. “Oh, you are so very good at it, too. I may never get out of bed.”
    He growled and drew her clit into this mouth with such a hard pull that she bucked. “I may never let you.”
    She writhed, delirious with his ardour. “How can you want me so badly?”
    He crawled up her body on his elbows and framed her head. “Not want the sassy babe with cat’s eyes and bad bod? Oh, lady, I have always wanted you.” He nudged her legs open wider and the blunt head of his cock found the entrance to her pussy. She could tell he had planned this, too, because she now knew the texture of the watermelon condom delving inside her wet core. He drove quickly to firmly seat himself with a twist of his hips. “Never any other. Anyone I took to bed was sweet but never you.”
    She hummed in joy at his body’s possession. But in the mystery of how he had cared for her for years, she was humbled and her eyes watered. “I am grateful you thought all those others were only…sweet.”
    He let out a laugh, then lifted his hips and treated her to his shaft’s possession. “Never thought of yourself as wicked in bed, is that right?”
    “Never,” she admitted as she moved with him in delicious rhythm, her body filled to the brim with sumptuous man and delicious cock.
    “You are, baby.” He lifted a bit and leaned over to bite one nipple and the other.
    She groaned and grabbed his hair. “With you, I want to be wicked,” she confessed, staring him in the eyes. “Always did. But I was afraid. Afraid that I was nuts to think of being with you this way. Afraid that I was transferring some silly affection onto you because my marriage with Clint hadn’t worked. Afraid that our childhood friendship had been more than what it was.”
    His mouth curled up slowly in a compassionate smile. He brushed her hair from her cheeks with his thumbs while he caressed her sopping wet channel with his iron cock. “I had the same feelings, too. But every time I saw you,” he whispered, kissed her nose and stroked her once more with his talented shaft, “I knew I wasn’t a kid any more. But you, baby, you were a widow I had to leave alone for awhile—but still the woman I wanted, in my arms, in a bed. Hell, in my bed. All the time. For this.”
    He curled his fingers around her nape and raised her to kiss her with a marauding tongue and teeth. She clasped her arms around him and squeezed hard, meeting his thrusts with her own, moaning in rapture at his power and her surrender.
    She gritted her teeth and felt her electric need for