Always Enough (Meet Me in Montana #2) - Kelly Elliott Page 0,46

took me in her mouth—and my whole body jerked in response to her heat.

That perfect mouth wrapped around my dick, and she moaned like I was the best thing she’d ever tasted.

I closed my eyes and prayed I wouldn’t lose my load in her mouth right that second. It had been too damn long since I’d been with a woman, and only one woman had been on my mind for months. Now the subject of my thoughts was on her knees, sucking me off, and it was taking Herculean strength to not blow my load in record time.

“Fucking hell,” I whispered, slipping my fingers into her blonde hair. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and took me slow, like she was savoring the taste of me on her tongue. I groaned and let her do what she wanted. I needed her to slow down—hell, I actually needed her to stop altogether. But this felt so damn good. Too damn good. Sinful, almost.

Grabbing her hair, I tugged her off my cock.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come if you don’t stop, and this can’t be over before I even get started with you.”

She looked up at me and smiled as she crawled back onto her bed. I kicked off my boots, then the jeans and boxers she’d pulled down, and joined her on the bed.

“My turn,” I said in a husky voice. I needed to take back some semblance of control here so I could slow this train down and enjoy her body. Every last inch of it.

Kaylee bit down on that lip and spread herself open to me. Her confidence in bed was a huge turn-on. I loved that she knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t shy about it. At all.

I knew I should have stopped us; she deserved more than a casual fuck. But I couldn’t deny myself. Tasting her, fucking her, making love to her. I wanted all of it. All of her, even if just for one night. If I could get just one taste of her, one feel of her, it would appease the want that seemed to grip my chest every time she was around.

Just. One. Taste.

The moment my tongue swept over her, though, I knew I would never be satisfied with any other woman again.

Kaylee Holden was going to destroy me in one night.

“Oh God!” she panted, her fingers digging into my scalp, pulling me.

I licked and sucked, my hands holding her hips in place as she attempted to get closer, only to draw away when her orgasm became too much.

Ultimately, she gave in and welcomed everything I was giving her. She cried out my name, and I freaking loved the sound of it falling from her lips as she tumbled over the edge with her moans and whimpers of pleasure. It was like music to my ears.

I’d always paid attention when giving a woman pleasure. What did they like, what made them come harder? What sounds did they make as they were getting ready to come? It wasn’t for my own pleasure, though. It was for theirs. But with Kaylee, her sounds did something to my chest. To my beating heart, which seemed to beat faster and harder as she cried out my name.

With soft kisses placed on her velvet skin, I moved myself up her body. I took one nipple into my mouth as I twisted and pulled the other, causing her to whimper my name again. God, the way she responded to every single thing I did to her. A soft moan, a whimper, my name whispered from her lips. I fucking loved all of it.

“How long has it been, princess?”

Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, everything seemed to pause. I was stunned I had used an endearment on her, and she seemed equally stunned. I’d never in my life called a woman princess, or honey, or baby while having sex with them. But Kaylee was different. She was a princess. Royalty, in my eyes. Someone who deserved a man who treated her like the queen she was. I’d try damn hard to be that man for her tonight.

“A long time. John was my last.”

My eyes widened in shock, and I started to back away. She hadn’t had sex with any man in over three years? I was positive she could hear the pounding in my chest.

Kaylee reached for me, drawing me back to her. “I want you, Ty. Please don’t turn me away again. Please don’t do