What She Needs: Cape May, Book 3 by Anne Rainey Read Free Book Online Page B

was only Devon and Tory. All the worries and fears vanished in a flash of heat and desire. She opened her mouth and danced her tongue over his lips. At his rumbling of approval, Devon gave her entrance. Their tongues mated and Tory clutched Devon’s biceps, excited and a little afraid. She wanted the moment to last a lifetime. To know what they had couldn’t be broken. Her body was on fire. She wanted him. Inside of her.
    Around her. Drinking her in, filling her up. She hadn’t stopped craving Devon and Con since Christmas Eve, when the two of them had taken her to heaven.
    Tory trailed her fingers over Devon’s muscular arms. She drew in a breath when she felt them close around her waist, pulling her in tight. A moan escaped her. He was so strong, so virile. She was safe and secure with Devon. She knew it, sensed it. He would always take care of her. Just as Con would. Her body was theirs to command, her soul tethered to them.
    She wanted to say something, to share her feelings with him, but his words had her body rocketing out of control, and once again her thoughts scattered.
    “Give me this pussy,” he demanded. “Say you want me, Tory. Deep. Here and now.”
    “Yes,” she breathed.
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    He grinned and slipped his hands beneath the elastic waistband of her pants and cupped her sex through her panties. “The clothes, sugar.”
    She pushed out of his arms and stood before him. His eyes, so dark and full of passion, watched her as she stripped. “Now you, Devon.” He got to his feet and undressed so fast she thought maybe he was going for some sort of world record. Her desire increased tenfold when she saw him rolling a condom over the evidence of his arousal. So thick and hard and pulsing with life. Tory licked her lips and very slowly reached out and touched the glistening tip through the rubber.
    Devon stroked her hair and murmured, “Later for that. Right now I need to feel your tight little cunt.”
    And because she desperately needed him filling her, to rebuild the connection between them somehow, she readily agreed. “Yes.”
    Then, once more, Devon’s big, capable hands gripped her around the waist and lifted her off the floor.
    “Wrap your legs around me and guide me in,” he instructed. “Show me how much you want my dick. Take us both there, sugar.”
    She did his bidding. His erotic words had her heart pounding harder and her body quaking with need.
    “I’m so wet for you,” she whispered as she took his heavy cock in her hand and slid him inside a bare inch.
    She wiggled and her body closed around him as he sank deep, tight and hot. She shuddered.
    “Ride me, sweetness,” Devon gently urged.
    Tory flung her head back and began a gentle motion, then faster, until she was fucking him hard the way the both needed it.
    “That’s my girl. Fuck it good, Tory.” Devon clutched her hair in an unyielding fist and tugged her backward, before feasting on her breasts.
    The heat of his mouth seemed to suck the air out of her lungs. She was utterly surrounded by him. He drove her into another world. When his fingers found their way over her nub, expertly flicking it in just the way she liked, Tory’s body seized. Her muscles clenched as she slammed down, fucking, their bodies slapping together, melding until there was no separating them.
    Soon Tory was there, spiraling out of control. Her hot pussy bathed him in wetness as he sank his mouth over hers and captured her shouts. As her desire began to ebb, Devon clutched her hips and pushed into her once, twice, then he arched his neck and moaned her name as he emptied himself into the condom.
    Tory’s breath came in short pants, her body sweaty, lungs starved for oxygen. Her legs shook from exertion as she collapsed against Devon’s heaving chest. No way could she ever move again. Devon’s arms came around her shoulders in an unyielding hold. She wiggled, gaining his attention. As their gazes met, Tory