Morrison (Caldwell Brothers #2) by Chelsea Camaron Read Free Book Online Page B

have thought she was a smoker, but there is no way in hell. Her mouth tastes like rainwater so clean that it came from heaven right to my mouth without ever touching the ground.
    I lick the roof of her mouth, her gums, her teeth, like I want my tongue to be floss.
    What the fuck is wrong withme? Fuck her mouth. I want to taste that pussy.
    I tear away from her again, then run one hand down her back and pull the other one out of her panties. I suck on my finger and growl when I taste her juices—clean and sweet. As I lift her up, her eyes flutter open, and she looks like a deer in headlights, like she is just as awestruck as I am.
    “You taste good.”
    Her eyes cast down, away from mine,and I fear this moment will go away before I’m finished—before I’ve even begun.
    I lift her by the ass, and my little wild card becomes like a rag doll cat. She goes almost limp in my arms as I walk toward her car and lift the hatch. I set her inside, then pull her sweats and panties down. She is bare except for the landing patch, and my tongue is about to become the airplane going down that runway.
    I push her back and drop down between her legs. Then I go in hard, hoping like hell she doesn’t know how much I already crave her taste. I kiss and nip at her inner thighs while she squirms and lets out soft little grunts that drive me fucking crazier.
    I place my hand on her stomach, holding her still because I know that if just this is making her react the way she is, as soon as I lick betweenher sexy-ass legs she’s gonna come undone. My tongue traces the landing strip while I draw in a slow, deep breath, taking in her scent. As my tongue parts her lips, her hips buck up, and I grab her thigh in my hand and hold her tightly as I lay my tongue flat, then lick her from back to front over and over. Even though I don’t want to, I avoid her clit, working her up, hearing her grunts whileshe tries to hold in the cry I know damn well she wants to let out.
    Her hands are now fisting my shirt, causing all kinds of wrinkles, I’m sure, but who cares? I’m tasting the best pussy I have ever tasted—I swear to fuck, I’m gonna come just eating her. She constricts around my tongue as her body tightens everywhere, her little grunts turning into a strangled groan, and I lick harshly at hertiny nub until she cries out, “Caldwell,” into the night.
    When she starts to relax, and I am finally able to tear myself away from kissing and licking her sweetness, I kiss up her belly, raising her shirt with my nose as I make my way to her heaving breasts.
    I look at her face and see that her arm is covering her eyes. I want to know what she looks like sated almost as much as I want to havea taste of her tits, but a horn blares from somewhere and she jumps up. My nose hits the front clasp of her bra, and I stumble back from the pressure.
    “Oh, God, I’m sorry,” she says, pulling up her panties and sweats. She scoots out of the car and quickly closes it. “I have to go.”
    “Go?” I ask, confused. “We just started. Let me take you—”
    She straightens up, the hardness in her eyes returning.
    “Bab—”
    “I’m not your baby.”
    “Easy, tiger.” I reach out for her hand before she can get away, grabbing her and pulling her against me. “I promise you the best day of your life. Don’t go running away now.”
    “I don’t owe you anything,” she hisses.
    I pull her tighter against me so she can feel how hard I am for her. “You don’t owe me shit.”
    “That’s right, I don’t. The fact that you just ravagedsomeone who has only had one dick inside her ever should be considered a gift, a delicacy, a—”
    “Dayum.” I twist my hand in her hair and pull her lips against mine. My tongue begins tracing the invisible bruises I know I must have caused, and she starts to relax again until another horn shatters the moment between us.
    She pulls back, looks past me, and then pulls away. “I have to go.”
    “Waitup.” I grab her