Unforgettable (The Dalton Gang #3) by Alison Kent Read Free Book Online

tits together, and the tips pouted and begged. His mouth was watering, his cock leaking, and all he could smell was cunt. She was juicy and fresh and he wanted to eat her, but her eyes were closed, her mouth open. She was lost in getting herself off.
    He felt it when she came, her whole body going tight then shuddering, melting over him, her limbs first, then her torso as she collapsed on his. His cock stood at attention against the crack of her ass, and he waited for her to realize he was there, flexing so that he bobbed against her. Moments later, she giggled, then groaned, scooting down his body and holding his eyes while she rolled on his condom.
    He wanted to grab his cock, swipe the head through the folds of her pussy, spread her moisture and find her entrance and push home. But he couldn’t hold anything. And he had to trust she wasn’t going to make him regret letting her have her way.
    She put him at ease then, doing exactly what he’d wanted to do, wrapping her fingers around his shaft and positioning him, lowering her body just enough to take the head of his cock inside and hold him there. She moved her hands to his shoulders, bracing her weight and drawing in a deep breath as she pushed her way down. All the way down. Embedding him to the hilt.
    She didn’t give him a chance to groan, to close his eyes and savor the sensation of being gloved: the compression, the heat, the rush of blood thickening his already thick cock. She brought her mouth down to cover his, sliding her tongue between his lips as she began to ride. Up and down, up and down, grinding in a mean figure eight until it took everything he had not to blow.
    Fuck it. Why was he waiting? He’d given her what she’d asked for. It was his turn now, and he took it. Surging up into her, pumping with his hips, setting the rhythm he wanted, and kissing her all the while. She was the one to pull away, to gasp, to toss back her head and cry out as she came for the second time. Her long blond hair tumbled down her back, and goddamn but he wanted to wrap the waves around his wrists instead of the scarves.
    He watched her until he couldn’t watch anymore, closing his eyes as his own release burst free, his cum shooting in such powerful spurts he felt as if his guts were being mangled. He clenched hard and bore down, filling her until he couldn’t move, until she couldn’t move, the both of them nearly shaking with the violence of what had just passed between them.
    It was a long time before she rolled from on top of his body, stretching from where she lay at his side to release his left hand, holding his wrist and rubbing the skin with her thumbs. It felt so good, the way she touched him, the way her tits dragged across his chest when she untied his right and did the same.
    After that, he sat up to release his ankles, then lay back down, wrapping both of his arms around her and holding her close, feeling her heart beat against his chest. Feeling his heart tumble, and take a really bad, really long and damn dangerous fall into a place it had no business going.

FIVE
     
    A T A KNOCK on her office door later that morning, Everly looked up to see her boss, Whitey Simmons, editor in chief of the
Crow Hill Reporter
. Whitey was also editor of the sports section and the business section.
    Everly covered human interest and local happenings. Clark Howard took care of classifieds and advertising, while Cicely Warren worked part-time to handle the occasional letter to the editor or opinion piece, and the obits. And that was it. The entire
Reporter
staff.
    Whitey walked farther into Everly’s office, which did have a door but was barely large enough for her desk, her chair, and the long visitors’ bench beneath the window that faced the newsroom. That was where Clark and Cicely shared opposite sides of a cubicle. Since her first day here, Everly had thought the space would be better served by gutting her office and Whitey’s and giving them cubicles as well.
    But