Wild Nights by Jaci Burton Read Free Book Online

over his erection. It sprang out, hot and hard and pointing right at her. Her eyes widened, like most women’s did when faced with the size of him.
    She was so tiny. Could she take him? God, he hoped so. If she backed away now he might actually break down and cry like a baby. He’d been hard for more than an hour and his balls were drawn tight and ready to explode. He crawled up beside her, staying on his knees, waiting for her reaction.
    She sat up and wrapped both hands around him. He sucked in a breath as she stroked him, the softness of her palms like a balm to his tortured flesh. Her hands were so small, just like the rest of her. She made him feel like a giant.
    Yet she knew what she was doing, rolling her hands over each other, squeezing the wide crest of his dick, then gliding her thumb across it in such a gentle way it made him shudder. Drops of pearly liquid oozed from the tip and she played with them, sliding her fingers through the silken fluid. She lifted her fingers to her mouth and tasted him, making a sound of contentment in the back of her throat that nearly caused him to erupt in her hand.
    He pulled her hands away, had to stop her before he finished right there, just like that, with her touching him as if she were worshipping an idol.
    He leaned onto the floor and grabbed for a condom package out of his jeans, tearing it open and taking care of business. She was waiting for him, feet planted on the bed and legs parted.
    She had the prettiest damn pussy he’d ever seen. Bare, smooth as the silk she’d been wearing. He wanted to bend down and taste her again, but the need to be inside her outweighed the urge to suck on her clit until she screamed for him again.
    Now he had to force himself to hold back, to take it slow, so he didn’t hurt her. No acrobatics, no slamming into her, no acting like all those men she’d had before.
    As much as he was aching, this was for Grace.
    He pressed down on top of her, careful to keep his weight off her slender frame. His cock nestled along her bare sex, his balls riding in the cleft of her pussy. He surged forward, wanting to tease her a bit, to make sure she was fully ready for him before he filled her.
    He took her mouth. Could he ever get enough of the taste of her? The brandy lingered, spicy and hot on her mouth. He sucked her tongue, then licked the soft velvet recesses until she whimpered, arching against him in a wordless plea.
    Oh, he liked that. Her begging for his cock. He liked her wanting it as much as he did.
    She pulled her lips away and leaned back, searching his face, her eyes drugged with passion.
    “Mike.”
    “Yeah, darlin’?”
    “Don’t you think we’ve waited long enough?”
    She gripped his arms, raking her nails down his skin. Dug them into his flesh. It felt good, gave him chills. The kind that made his cock lurch forward against her. She let out a gasp and surged up, trying to capture his dick.
    “Yeah, I think we have waited long enough.” Though he’d damn well enjoyed the tease. More than he’d ever thought possible. He lifted, positioned his cock head between her pussy lips and pushed in, just a little, watching for signs that it was too much for her. She sucked him in like a vortex of wet heat. Too good. Too damn good.
    “More,” she said, her breath warm against his cheek. He turned to her, watching her eyes, looking for hesitation, for anything that would tell him this wasn’t what she wanted. All he saw was glittering desire and need.
    He drove forward another inch, feeling her pussy lips spread, her body a heated welcome. God, she was so fucking tight, squeezing him past the point of endurance. Sweat broke out on his brow as he surged farther and her cunt pulsed around him, wetness seeping from her and onto his thighs. He stilled, waiting for her to adjust.
    Grace frowned, pulling at him. “Stop that.”
    He knew it, knew he was going to be too big for her. He started to withdraw, but she dug her nails into his