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Authors: Karen Erickson

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“Yeah babe, just like that,” he encouraged, his voice dark and oh, so sexy. “Take me deeper.”

She did as he requested, sliding him in as far as he could go before drawing him back out. His cock glistened from her mouth, the full length of him thick and wet and hard as a rock and she bobbed on him, upping her rhythm.

His breathing increased, harsh and loud in the quiet of the room and she released him, her mouth going to his heavy balls. She tongued them, laved the wrinkly skin before drawing one into her mouth and he shuddered with a loud curse.

Smiling, she went back to his cock, more insistent now that she had an agenda. She wanted to make him come like never before. Wanted to feel the silky hot blast of his semen shoot down her throat as she milked him with her lips.

His fingers tightened in her hair as he fucked her mouth, hurting her scalp but she relished the pain. It made her feel alive, much like the man made her feel and she gripped him tight in her hand, sucked him deep in her mouth, lashing at him with her tongue.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned, he always warned, but she wanted him to come so she nodded, deep throating him until she felt him shudder, felt that first hot spurt of liquid spill on her tongue.

His groan ripped through him, ripped through her and she sucked him dry, drinking every last drop of semen that flooded her. His taste coated the inside of her mouth, her throat, her entire being and she loved that she just swallowed the essence of him. That he was now a part of her.

God, she needed this man so much. Almost too much.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Twenty-Eight

 

Stephanie had just given him the best blow job of his life. He’d never come so hard, ever and when it was over he’d slumped on the bed, his body a quivering, useless piece of flesh.

She’d stretched out beside him with a satisfied smile curling her lush lips, her skin flushed a pretty rosy pink. She was still in her bra and panties, the thin pink lace teasing him with glimpses of her nipples, her pretty pussy and his cock made a half-hearted attempt at rousing back.

Justin couldn’t even speak, he was so spent. He could only grab her by the back of the head and kiss her, his tongue sweeping inside her mouth, catching a taste of himself. It didn’t bother him, hell it turned him on and his cock surged yet again.

“Did you like that?” she asked when their lips parted. The confident tone in her voice told him she already knew his answer.

Their lips met again, lingered and he rolled over, pinning her beneath him. Her soft curves formed to his hard muscles, her breasts squished against his chest and he slid down, paying them extra attention.

“You know I liked it,” he said against her lace-covered breasts, dotting her skin with quick little kisses. Her nipples strained against the fabric and he bit one, then laved the pain away with his tongue.

“Justin,” she protested but she didn’t mean it. He knew his Stephanie liked a little pain mixed in with the pleasure and he planned on delivering exactly what she liked. What she wanted.

He always aimed to please when it came to her.

“You taste so sweet.” He circled his tongue around her nipple, wetting the fabric of her bra until it clung to her skin.

Stephanie clawed at his back, her legs moving beneath him, restless. Now she was the one who was anxious, eager, more than ready for him to take her to the next level and he was in the mood to draw it out. Make it good for her and good for him.

“Take it off,” she whispered, thrusting her breasts in his face.

He did as she asked, his hand going to her back and quickly undoing the snap. He helped her discard the bra until she lay beneath him, her beautiful breasts exposed to his gaze. His mouth.

Shooting her a quick smile, he drew a nipple into his mouth, sucking it deep. She arched off the bed, a little cry escaping her. And when he moved to the other breast, her shout was loud enough to rattle his concentration.

“I need you inside me, Justin,” she urged, the little pants sounding in the back of her throat so sexy he couldn’t help but do what she asked.

He moved to her side, his hands going to her panties and shoving them down with one pull, sliding them down her thighs. She spread her legs, exposing her glistening pink depths and his mouth watered at the sight.

She wanted him inside her and he wanted nothing more than to lick her, consume her.

If he wanted to take a little deviation, he didn’t think she’d protest.

Pushing his head between her spread legs, he licked, one long, slow search of her drenched folds. She moaned low, her legs widening even more and he rested his hands on the inside of her thighs, holding her in place. He circled her clit with his tongue, dabbing it with just the tip. It pulsed beneath his touch before he swooped down and searched her completely.

She was so wet, drenched really and he tasted her sweet cream as he searched her folds. His tongue teased her entry, the little hole giving a flutter and grab, trying to take him deeper. He resisted, slipping his finger inside instead.

“Oh yes,” she cried, her hips thrusting against his face, sliding up and down on his finger. He added a second one, then a third, giving her a good finger fucking as he continued to bathe her clit with his tongue.

His name dropped from her lips again and again, her head rocking back and forth against the mattress. Her face was a mask of agonized pleasure. Eyes closed, cheeks rosy, her freckles a stark contrast against her skin. He watched, enthralled with her as he continued to lick and thrust and when he curled his fingers, nudging her G-spot her eyes flew open in surprise.

Their gazes collided, her cheeks flushing even more and she continued to stare at him, seemingly fascinated with what he was doing.

For extra effect, he drew out his tongue, circling the throbbing little bundle of nerves again and again before he dived deeper, sliding through her folds. His eyes never left hers, enjoying the desperate expression on her face too much to look away.

She didn’t look away either.

“Harder,” she whimpered and he gave it to her, his fingers thrusting in and out of her welcoming body. His tongue and lips worked her into a frenzy. She thrashed beneath him, her hips lifting, her breaths rapid and she trembled.

Then she fell apart.

She came on his fingers, all over his face. Her body wracked with spasms from the strength of her orgasm. Her limbs shook as she cried out, a keening sound that lingered in the air long after she quieted.

He rode out her orgasm, his mouth gentle against her sweet pussy, his fingers slowing within her body. She finally relaxed against the mattress, her limbs limp, the expression on her face one of pure satisfaction.

That look filled him with a satisfaction he only experienced after giving his woman such pleasure.

“Oh, Justin, that was so good.” Her lids were at half-mast, her lips curled in a sleepy little smile and he shook his head, moving so that he hovered above her, his cock probing against her curved belly.

“Don’t you fall asleep on me yet, babe.” He entered her slowly, his eyes nearly crossing at the sensation of slick skin on skin. Her hot, creamy pussy surrounded him, her inner walls clutching his throbbing dick with a grip that felt as if it would never let go.

Shit. Skin on skin. He forgot to put on a condom.

Not that Stephanie even realized it. A low murmur sounded from her and she smoothed her hands up and down his back in a soothing gesture, giving him goose bumps. Her eyes widened when he didn’t move and she stared up at him, her brows drawn together in confusion.

“Is everything okay?”
He shook his head, barely able to speak, she felt so damn good. “I forgot to put on a condom.”
“Oh.” She paused, gave a little wiggle that sent him even deeper and he groaned, unable to help himself. “Well, I’m safe.”

Hope lit within him at her words. Was she going to go for it? Let him be inside her without a condom? He couldn’t remember the last time he had sex without protection.

But this sensation he was experiencing right now was one he didn’t want to give up anytime soon. She was hot, wet and gripped him so tight. He slid out, almost all the way before he did a slow thrust back in, making her arch and groan, making him arch and groan.

“I’m on the pill,” she bit out, her arms going around his waist, hands sliding down to grip his ass. “I was tested six months ago.”

“I was recently tested too, babe.” He wanted to say more, wanted to warn her that he’d been with a lot of women but none of them were like her.

“Then it’s okay.” She smiled up at him, her hands pressing on his ass cheeks, sending him even deeper, if that was possible. “Please, Justin. You feel so good inside me, no barriers keeping us apart.”

Her words did it, giving him the permission he sought and urging him on. With measured strokes, he made love to her, slow and easy, his cock sliding in and out of her welcoming body. He looked down at where they were connected, watched in amazement as his glistening cock thrust in and out of her body and he suddenly couldn’t breathe.

Overwhelmed with emotion, his heart clenched, his breathing stalled. She was beautiful, taking all of him, giving so much to him. He cherished her, craved her with every fiber of his being and good God were those tears crowding the corners of his eyes?

He loved her. He wanted to shout it to the rooftops, proclaim it to the world. Him, Justin Hawkins, The Hawk, had fallen madly, irresistibly in love with a woman who had no clue what she did to him. How she twisted him inside out, made him so emotional he didn’t know quite how to deal with it.

Made him want to be a better man. For her. Forever.

“Harder, Justin. Please.” Her hands fluttered against his back, her legs going round his waist. She clung to him, hung off him and he thrust harder, giving her what she wanted. What he wanted.

He’d meant to go slow but she would have none of it. They fucked with wild abandon, their harsh pants and soft cries the music to their lovemaking, the suctioning of their connected bodies the accompaniment.

The familiar tickle at the base of his spine started and he eased up on his thrusting, wanting to make it last, wanting her to come with him. She rode him high, her distended clit nudging the base of his cock with his every down thrust and he knew she was close, so close.

Her orgasm swept over her the second his started and they came together, their bodies clinging, arms wrapped tight around each other. He pressed his mouth to hers, drank in her cries, tasted her passion and when it was finally over they slumped together, Justin rolling to his side so he wouldn’t crush her beneath his weight.

He held her close, her head resting on his shoulder, his arm slung around her and their legs tangled together. Their breathing was still harsh, their hearts beating in tandem and as he smoothed a hand over her mussed hair, Justin knew he’d never felt so contented in his entire life.

“That was...” her voice drifted off, her fingers smoothing over the hair at the center of his chest and he closed his eyes, gathering her as close as she could get.

“Amazing,” he finished and she nodded her head. The distinct scent of their lovemaking still hung in the air and he breathed deep, savoring it.

“Yes,” she agreed, her head tilting so she could look up at him. “Amazing.”

He could see the raw emotion written all over her beautiful face. His lips parted, he wanted to tell her, wanted to let her know just how much she meant to him but he froze.

Shit, he’d never said this to another woman before ever in his life, with the exception of his grandmother and that didn’t count. This was momentous, truly a life-altering situation and he wanted to handle it just right.

“I’m so glad I’m here,” she whispered, her eyes glowing in the dimming light. “I’m so glad I’m with you.”

“Yeah, babe. I’m glad you’re here, too.” Here was his moment, his chance to confess his feelings. Reaching out, he drew a finger down her soft cheek, her skin so warm and fragrant. “Stephanie...”

“Yes?” She sounded hopeful, her eyes wide, beseeching.

He searched her face and blinked, trying to form the right words. Should he just blurt it out and say it? Or lead up to it somehow?

This was impossible.
“Stephanie, you, uh, you mean a lot to me.” He paused, cursed himself internally. “I mean, I care about you a lot.”
“I care about you, too, Justin.” She reached up and kissed him, her mouth soft and delicious beneath his.

He cradled her cheek with his palm, staring deep into her eyes. “I’ve never been in a real relationship before. And I want to be in one. With you.”

She nodded, her lips curved in the faintest smile. “I want that, too, despite what I said before. You mean everything to me and I know I’m ready for it, ready for you. For us.”

Justin kissed her again, his tongue doing a slow glide along the seam of her lips before he broke away. “I’m glad you’re ready for it. I hope you’re ready for what I have to say next.”

Her delicate brows drew together and she cocked her head, waiting for him. She didn’t say a word.

He gulped. It was now or never. His fingers smoothed over her skin, absorbing her warmth, gathering strength. “I love you, Stephanie.”

Her lips parted in surprise and he was hit with instant fear. Did he do it wrong? Should he have led up to it more?

What if she didn’t love him back?

“I’ve never said that to any other woman before with the exception of my grandma but that’s different.” He laughed, he sounded nervous, he could hear it. “I’m saying it to you now, and I may have gone about it the wrong way but I don’t want to take the words back. I’m in love with you.”

“Oh, Justin.” She kissed him, rolled practically on top of him and wrapped her body all around his. “I’ve fallen in love with you, too.”

He pushed at her shoulders so he could look into her eyes. “You’re serious.”

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