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SEALs of Summer 2: A Military Romance Superbundle by Lynn Raye Harris, Elle Kennedy, Anne Marsh, Delilah Devlin, Sharon Hamilton, Jennifer Lowery, Cora Seton, Elle James, S.M. Butler, Zoe York, Kimberley Troutte Read Free Book Online
Authors:
Lynn Raye Harris,
Elle Kennedy,
Anne Marsh,
Delilah Devlin,
Sharon Hamilton,
Jennifer Lowery,
Cora Seton,
Elle James,
S.M. Butler,
Zoe York,
Kimberley Troutte
them, as she traced over his chest, her fingers swirling along the black ink, then the equally dark hair circling his tight brown nipples. “Jesus, Larken. You’re killing me.”
She dropped to her knees, his t-shirt beneath her, and watched as his stomach pulled tight, defining all the ridges and bumps of his abdomen. Licking a path across his taut belly, around his navel, she let herself be led by the narrowing line of dark hair to his button, and the heavy erection thrusting against his fly.
She cupped his length through his shorts, making him hiss above her. His hands waved in the air for a second before settling on her head. Yes, she thought to herself . Need this. Need my mouth on your cock. Make me suck you. It was so primal, such an elemental connection, and she knew she’d never had it before. Not with David. Not with Vince the first time. And not with the handful of men in between them.
Now, though. Now she had it. They had it.
She looked up at Vince and he cupped her cheek. “So beautiful,” he groaned, this thumb swiping across her lower lip. “God, your mouth.”
“It’s yours.”
“Tonight we talk,” he said darkly, and she nodded, licking her lips. Her tongued darted against his thumb, and he pushed in, making her suck his finger.
In a rushing fumble of fingers and cotton, she got his shorts open, then leaned in and kissed him through the black stretched cotton of his boxer briefs. She smiled. He smelled like her soap. “You used my shower this morning?”
“You sleep like the dead. You need a bodyguard.”
Are you volunteering? She tugged down his waist band, her fingertips grazing paler skin and dark hair before circling around hot, throbbing skin. Oh, she remembered this. Remembered him in her hand.
She did a first, tentative stroke, then got bolder, jerking him as she got closer. Really close. Licking her lips and almost swiping him close. But she still waited. She wanted to push him like he’d been pushing her. Wanted to drive him crazy and make him beg.
Her mouth was watering, and still she waited.
His legs flexed, his hips rocked, and his hands tightened and relaxed on her hair, but he didn’t take over. Didn’t demand.
“So patient,” she whispered as she parted her lips and gave a wet kiss to the end of his erection.
His legs bowed for a second and he jerked toward her, but he didn’t say anything. She stroked him again as she licked down to his base, then glanced up as she swept her hungry tongue up and around the flared crown.
“Cariño,” he grunted. “Only so much patience in this world, huh?”
She smirked, but he was right. No more teasing. Opening wide, she slid him deep into her mouth, sucking lightly on the way back out. Her hand followed, moving faster over his now-slick flesh, squeezing harder as he responded.
“Oh fuck yeah, so good,” he muttered. “Your mouth. Yes, harder.”
She listened to each little sound, her heart swelling with each groan and grunt, and she adjusted her technique as he praised and pleaded in equal measure.
But when he tapped her shoulder and said she should stop, she shook her head. No, she wanted him to finish. This was too much fun to only do part-way.
She wanted to be his complete undoing.
The salty tang of his musk intensified in her nose as he thrust faster, and she imagined his arousal beading up on the head of his cock, dropping onto her tongue. Swallowing was never her favorite thing to do, but she wanted to do it now. She went as deep as she could on each stroke, relaxing her throat, willing herself not to gag.
Shoving his shorts further down his legs, she reached her other hand between his legs and cupped his balls, now pulling tight against his body. She stroked the taut seam bisecting his sac, then squeezed as he buried himself in her throat with a strangled cry of her name.
Breathing through her nose, she swallowed his release, ridiculous proud of herself. She stroked his shaking hips and slowly let him slip
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