Must Be Doin' Somethin' Right [The Chisholms of Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Classic)

Must Be Doin' Somethin' Right [The Chisholms of Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Lea Kinkade Read Free Book Online

Book: Must Be Doin' Somethin' Right [The Chisholms of Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Lea Kinkade Read Free Book Online
Authors: Lea Kinkade
as his cum shot out of his cock in wave after wave deep into her clenching pussy.
    Collapsing on top of her, he had the presence of mind to roll their bodies so she lay on top of him, their bodies still intimately connected. He ran his hands gently up and down her silken back as they each tried to catch their breath.
    “Shit, Dillon. That was amazing,” she said softly.
    “You have quite the potty mouth, don’t you?” he responded.
    “No. I just have a ‘shit’ problem. I say it a lot. I can’t seem to help myself,” she mumbled, half-asleep already.
    “No shit, baby. We’re going to have to work on that,” he teased her as he shifted their bodies so they lay pressed together snugly. His semihard cock slipped from the warmth of her pussy and he sighed in disappointment at the loss of her tight heat.
    “I love you, Abby,” he whispered.
    * * * *
    Abby lay on her side in the crook of Dillon’s arm, her head pillowed on his bicep. Her eyes were open and her hand was lazily caressing the tattoos on his bicep and down his arm, tracing the intricate pattern. She didn’t exactly know what to do right now. She didn’t know what Dillon expected of her. He didn’t seem in any big hurry to leave, and Abby wasn’t used to postcoital conversation. The two men she had had sex with in college then law school hadn’t stayed after the sex was over. They had hightailed it out of her bedroom and apartment within twenty minutes of getting their satisfaction.
    But here Dillon lay with her nearly an hour after they had made love, and he seemed like he was going to stay a while. She liked it, though she hadn’t known what to say to his whispered words of love.
    They lay in her bed talking softly and caressing each other as if they couldn’t bear to let go. She enjoyed this version of after sex much better than her past experiences.
    “What do your tattoos mean?” she asked him softly as she continued to trace the black patterns on his shoulder and arms.
    “They’re tribal symbols. Native American. My mother is Cherokee. These markings are important to the Cherokee people. They’re war designs. Warriors would paint these markings on their skin when they were going into battle.”
    “Did you get them all done at once?” she asked. She was fascinated with the solid-black tattoos that wound from his shoulders over his biceps and just past his elbows. They were large swirls and what looked like dagger points all in a never-ending pattern.
    “No, with all the solid black and how big it is, it took quite a few trips,” he explained softly.
    “Why solid black like this?” she questioned as she noticed the sheet tenting over the juncture of his thighs.
    “Tradition,” he responded as he flicked the sheet back, freeing his hardening cock to her gaze.
    * * * *
    Sitting up, Abby straddled Dillon. Hands on his shoulders, she rubbed her slick pussy over his jutting erection. Sucking in a deep breath he watched her with heavy lids. She smiled at him and shimmied down his body until she was resting on her knees between his thighs. His biceps bulged as he propped his upper body against the pillows, watching her intently as he fisted his growing hardness roughly with his hand, offering it to her silently. Abby leaned over his bulging cock, her dark brown hair making a curtain around her head and his hard shaft. Leaning down, she gave the head of his cock a light kiss and let her warm breath envelop his hard length and balls like a cloud. With a soft moan, he lifted his hips to her, bringing his cock closer to her hot, moist mouth.
    “You’re so big, Dillon,” she said as she licked her lips.
    “It’s all for you, baby. I’m yours just as you’re mine.”
    Abby leaned down over his hips, reaching down with the fingers of one hand to take hold of his hard cock. She gently moved his hand away and took over the fisting of his dick. Bending down, she kissed the tip of his straining erection, licking away a drop of

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