The Four Stages of Loving Dutch Owen - Debra Kayn Page 0,67

have him with her and be able to feed the cravings she got around him excited her.

She moved to kneel on the floor and help him untie his boots, and he dragged her to her toes and kissed her. "Leave them."

He put her on the bed. Having him loom over her, big and broad, brought her comfort.

Her nipples peaked. Dutch's gaze caught her reaction, and he lowered himself, taking her breast in his mouth.

Settled on the bed, she cradled his head, running her fingers through his hair. The adrenaline of having him back had her touching him all over.

His beard caressed her chest to her lower abdomen. She lolled her head back and forth in pleasure. The warm sensation coating her.

He moved to her other nipple, sucking, lapping, nipping until the small bud pulsed heavily. She squeezed her knees closed at the pull of pleasure he created in her.

It wouldn't take long, and she'd orgasm.

Dutch put his knee between her legs, opening her up, and pressed his thigh down against her pussy. She latched onto him, humping his leg shamelessly.

The way she felt. The way her body acted. The way she craved him. Nothing mattered. She could do what she wanted. What her body wanted.

Having Dutch here with her, knowing he planned to stay, she wanted to rub her pussy all over his body. She thought of a million things she could try, what she'd fantasized about, and even things that scared her but titillated her just the same.

Dutch would never judge her. What she couldn't dream up herself, he'd teach her.

He lifted his head from her breast and gazed down her body. "Hungry little pussy."

She reached down and fisted his cock. There was nothing little about him. She'd taken all of him the last time they were together, and she'd been amazed there was no pain involved, only extreme pleasure.

A drip came out of the tip of his cock. She used her fingers to smear the pre-cum around the head. Her hips pumped off the bed, sliding her wetness onto his jeans.

Dutch slid his hand between his thigh and her body, slipping a finger inside of her, and found her clit with his thumb.

"Jesus," he mumbled, staring at where his finger disappeared inside of her.

His cock filled her palm, hot and hard, pulsing with the same level of pleasure radiating through her body.

"I want your cock in me." She panted.

He removed his hand and shifted until he was between her legs. She lifted her feet, hooking her ankles around his hips.

"Ready?" Dutch hovered on top of her.

She nodded, spreading her fingers over his shoulders.

He pressed the head of his cock against her opening. Instead of tensing, she moaned. He slowly slid inside her, stealing her breath. His size more than filled her, stretching every inch of her pussy.

"We're made for each other." Her heart raced.

His cock pulsed. Her neck arched in pleasure. There was something in there that was a hot button for her. It was as if he'd touched her clit. A jolt of ecstasy exploded like a micro-orgasm.

"I could stay right here, watching you with my cock inside of you, every minute of the day." He kissed her lips.

She trailed her fingers over his chest and grabbed onto his hips, keeping him tight against her. "Do you like it?"

His gaze softened. "More than my Harley."

Amusement tickled her arousal. "You say that now," she teased.

"I'll say it every God damn second, Marla Marie."

He slowly withdrew and thrust back in. She groaned as he pumped, moving them both atop the bed.

Her inner thighs quivered at the caress. Back and forth.

Dutch plunged into her and ground against her clit. She sucked in a breath at the added friction. Liking it, she met him halfway, working with his body until she discovered exactly how to move.

His movements sped up. Her adrenaline shot through the roof. Gyrating underneath him, she raised her head off the bed and licked his nipple. The tiny nub fascinating her.

She tried to suck on him like he'd done to her, but she kept losing the nipple from her lips as he pounded into her.

Gasping, she gave up and arched into him. He lowered his body, brushing the hair on his chest against her breasts.

Her ass clenched, and she held on to his arms. "It's happening."

"Give it to me." He pushed up onto his hands, giving her more of him.

She scooted along the bed as he pounded into her. Unable to stop, she orgasmed, reaching for him and