Perfect Fit by Naima Simone Read Free Book Online Page B

leather freed of its buckle, the pants’ closure open, and zipper lowered. With one hand he reached inside his boxers and fisted his aching cock, while with the other he shoved his pants and underwear beneath his balls.
    “Lift your skirt.” The guttural command reflected the hunger that flayed him. He wanted to give her tenderness—should have been controlled enough to—but it eluded him at the promise of being balls-deep inside her pussy after six long months of dreaming about it.
    Rowyn obeyed; she clutched the skirt of her dress and bunched the material until the hem brushed the bottom curve of her ass. Then, like a seductive striptease, she revealed the perfect globes bared by a pink lace thong. Son. Of. A. Bitch.
    A bead of precum appeared on his cockhead.
    “Now the panties, sweetheart,” he encouraged, rocking his hips forward and thrusting his dick through his fist, a poor substitute for the wet, swollen flesh Rowyn slowly bared as she inched the lace underwear over her ass. “Don’t let the dress go,” he ordered when the skirt started to drift down. “Hold it up and bend over. I want to see your pussy.”
    Rowyn hesitated. He noticed the minute clenching of her fists around the dress hem, as if she was unsure or embarrassed. Didn’t she realize how hard she made him—how hot she made him burn? Shame on him if she doubted his desire or need for her.
    “Do it, sweetheart.” He rubbed his palm up the outside of her smooth thigh. The muscle tensed, then relaxed. He continued the sensual exploration to her bare hip. “I’ve dreamed about your pretty pussy for months. I need to see, baby.”
    She gathered the skirt in front of her and bent over at the waist. Immediately he centered his gaze on the pink, swollen folds that glistened with her cream. He tightened his grip on his cock as Rowyn smoothed her thong down her slim thighs and exposed more of her lovely sex.
    He couldn’t help himself. Darius reached out and traced her slit with his forefinger. His balls drew up at the first touch of her flesh in so long. He groaned. Warm. Soft. Heavy juices coated his fingertip, and he stroked forward, covering the whole length of his finger in her wetness.
    Rowyn flinched, a low, needy sound escaping her. She’d frozen, clutching her ankles, where her lacy panties pooled. Except for that small, initial jerk, she remained steady for his caress, her breath harsh pants in the otherwise silent room.
    He strummed her clit once, twice. She repeated that sound—the one that twisted his gut—but stayed motionless for his touch. As a reward, he gave the engorged nub a firmer touch. Her thighs quivered. He drew back, dragging moisture with him. And when he came to the tiny entrance to her pussy, he paused. Her breathing stilled. Darius tore his rapt attention away from her ass and the puffy lips, and skimmed down.
    The long tail of her hair fell over her shoulder, and the tip brushed the floor. Her face was hidden from him as she pressed her forehead to her knees, but the slight arch of her back, the suspension of breath broadcasted her anticipation, her eagerness to be penetrated, filled.
    He circled the opening, and it clenched against his fingertip. God, it was so small. His dick jerked under his palm as he thought of pressing into that hole, stretching it, being surrounded by it.
    “Darius.” Rowyn’s muffled plea urged him to give her a deeper caress. But he resisted. “No,” she protested as he abandoned her flesh, lifted his juice-covered finger to his mouth, and slid it over his tongue.
    Ignoring her whimper, he sucked her delicious cream clean and couldn’t contain the hungry growl as her essence detonated on his tongue and filled his mouth with her flavor. He wanted to dive back into her pussy for more. With regret, he pulled his finger free of his mouth.
    “You taste so good,” he murmured and lowered his hands to her waist. “Stand up, sweetheart.” Rowyn straightened and stepped free of her