The Taste of Mr. Davenport by Jessica Ingro Read Free Book Online

rain was sprinkling down and they both sprinted down the street to where his SUV was parked. The heavens opened and the rain poured down as they both laughed. It was picture perfect.
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    Carter laid a naked Claire down on his bed. Tonight he wanted to take his time with her. To show her what it felt like to be cherished. To be made love to. He knew it was dangerous ground he was treading on. He also knew he didn’t give a shit. This was about Claire and what she deserved. And he was a selfish bastard for wanting to be the one to show her just how special she was.
    Starting with her feet, he massaged up her leg. His mouth trailed where his hands went. He placed kisses all along her body, always avoiding the area she needed it the most. She squirmed. She moaned, and she panted. It was the most magnificent thing he had ever witnessed, short of his daughter being born.
    When he thought she could take no more, he parted the lips of her sex and inhaled her arousal. She was drenched from all his attention and ready for him to take her any way he wanted.
    With a long lap of his tongue, he tasted her. She was sweet and slightly tangy. It was an addictive taste that any man would surely kill to be able to experience more than once. With fervor, he went to town eating her. His tongue moved quickly, like lightning, over her clit while his fingers fucked her and stretched her tight little hole. She bucked against him. She cried out, and she grabbed his hair roughly and directed him exactly where she needed him.
    When her pussy convulsed with her orgasm, his face was flooded with her juices. He lapped up as much as he could, savoring every last bit of her essence.
    Looking up her body to her face, he was blown away by the dreamy expression that had settled there. She grabbed his hand and pulled him up her body. Her tongue darted out and licked the juices from his chin and mouth.
    “I taste good on you,” she whispered, and he lost the grasp he had on his control. Settling in between her legs, he slowly slid into her tight, hot sheath. She was still so wet from her recent orgasm.
    “Fuck,” he hissed and planted himself inside her to the root.
    “Make love to me,” she pleaded when he pulled out and slowly slid back in.
    “Always,” he whispered against her lips.
    He plunged out of her slowly and methodically until she was clawing at his back and begging him to give her the release she so desperately craved. Then he sped up and thrust harder, making her scream in pleasure. Her pussy began to flutter around him, and he tipped her hips up so that he could go even deeper.
    “Carter,” she cried out hoarsely when her orgasm washed over her.
    He paused inside her and relished the way she squeezed him tightly. He started moving again, thrusting roughly into her once she came down. He felt like an animal. There was no control. He plundered her while searching for his own release.
    The grunts and groans coming from Carter had another orgasm washing over Claire. She had so many emotions coursing through her body thanks to the way Carter made love to her. He had cherished not just her body, but her soul as well, and it was obvious that he loved her.
    “Oh God, Claire. I’m going to come.” And he did. Long and hard inside her. She felt his cock twitching and his release dripping from her body. She couldn’t ever remember a time that he came so much. She knew then what she was going to do.
    “I love you, Carter,” she whispered in his ear.
    His body turned rock solid, and he pulled out of her, much to her dismay. She liked it when their bodies stayed connected after sex.
    Propped on one arm next to her in bed, he looked down on her with pity in his eyes, and her stomach lurched at the sight.
    “Claire, no—”, he started to say, but she silenced him with her finger on his mouth.
    “I don’t expect you to say it back. I just thought you deserved to know that you are a kind, thoughtful, generous man who has shown me not only