[smg id=31099 type=normal align=center width=150] by Kasey Millstead Read Free Book Online Page B

deep into my center and my hips automatically lift and grind against him.  Heat floods my system and I just know my thin cotton pajama shorts are soaked through, but I can’t find it in me to care.  My arousal is outweighing my sensibilities.
    He is silent while he makes love to my mouth.  He doesn’t growl.  He doesn’t moan.  He doesn’t speak naughty words between kisses.  No.  He just ravishes my mouth like no other.  One hand has a firm grip on my ass, the other is flat against the wall near my head.  His hips tilt in every now and again, providing that friction my body is craving and I can’t help but whimper each time.
    “Oak,” I moan.  His lips leave mine and he begins sucking and kissing down my neck until he reaches my pulse point and he flicks his tongue over it.
    “Oh god,” I moan.  My nipples tighten into impossibly hard buds and my stomach clenches.  He latches onto the spot and sucks before biting down, almost to the point of pain, but not .  He soothes the sting with a lick and a soft kiss before moving down further. 
    My shirt obstructs him and he growls in frustration.  Pushing his hips into mine, he pins me into the wall and brings his hands up and tears my shirt wide open.
    “Oh, my god,” I gasp, stunned.
    He doesn’t reply.  He just dips his head and pulls one of my nipples into his mouth.
    “Jesus, Oak,” I cry out.  He continues his delicious torture, concentrating on one nipple before turning his attention to the other, and then returning to the first.  Over and over he alternates between soft, slow licks, hard suckles, and gentle kisses.  By the time he pops my bud from his mouth, they’re glistening from his tongue and throbbing along with my clit in desperate anticipation.
    “You want my cock?” he rumbles.
    Oh god, his voice has a shiver running through my body.  So hot.   Deep, husky, and throaty.  Utterly delicious.
    “You have to ask?” I throw him some sass and accompany it with a hip thrust of my own.
    He loses all restraint and strides into my bedroom with me wrapped around him.  We go down on the bed in a tumble of limbs and his mouth finds mine again.  My hands go to his behind and I dig my fingers in to the taut, brown flesh before sliding them up his shirt, reveling in the smooth hardness of his back. 
    He kneels between my legs and rips his shirt off over his head, tossing it on the ground beside the bed, and then his body comes back down on mine.  I still managed to get a nice look at the ripped, contoured muscles of his stomach, and ladies, let me tell you, it is fucking unbelievable how sculpted his torso is!
    What is left of my shirt is tugged from my arms and joins his on the floor and then his hands go to my shorts and he slowly glides them down my legs and off my ankles before tossing them.
    “No fuckin’ panties,” he mutters in disbelief and suddenly I’m hyperaware of how exposed I am.  I am fully naked, spread out below him.  My legs are wide, accommodating his frame, but it means my entire pussy is on display. 
    I don’t have time to feel self-conscious, or be concerned that he is still half-clothed, because he plants his fists at my hips and leans down to rub his nose through my sex, smelling me, and fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
    My hips tilt up to meet his mouth, but he refrains from giving me what I want. 
    “Oak,” I plead, my fingers finding his head and attempting to guide him to me.
    My breath catches in my throat when he places a gentle peck on one of my outer lips.  He repeats the process on the other side and I’m panting.  His mouth brushes over my swollen clit and I moan, low and soft.  Finally, fucking finally , his tongue snakes out and he drags it through my soaking flesh in one long, smooth stroke.
    My back arches off the bed, but he brings one hand up to lie across my lower stomach, effectively trapping my movements.  Then he begins his onslaught.  He fucks me