Twist of Fate (Taking Chances #2) - Tia Louise Page 0,26
grins at me. “Lonely Tylenol.”
“What the hell? How do you know all these?”
“I will never reveal my secrets. What you got?”
Sitting on the floor, I lean forward rubbing my closed eyes with my fingers. “What’s the one about Napoleon? Ere I saw Elba?”
A wicked grin curls his lips, and I flush with desire. “Final answer?”
“Final answer. You win.”
“Give me that bra.”
Pushing off the floor, I stand and walk slowly towards him, swaying my hips. When I reach him, I arch my back so my boobs lift. “Take it off me, champ.”
The grin on his lips turns hungry and his large hands slide around my body, finding the clasp. He leans down as the thin lace falls away and whispers at my ear, “Naomi, I moan.”
Shivers skirt down my arms, and I reach up to hold his cheeks as I stretch higher to find his mouth. Full lips consume mine. His tongue sweeps in, and his hands slide up my body, lifting my breasts and squeezing them, tweaking my nipples with his fingertips.
Hot wetness floods my core. I want him to fuck me so bad, I can barely think. It’s like he took the top off the bottle, and this genie is never going back inside. This genie wants to hump his brains out 24-7.
I slide my hand down the front of his pants, tracing my fingernails over his massive cock pressing against the denim. He groans, and I shiver remembering how I saw it for the first time. He walked out of the surf like Adonis emerging from the heavens, long, thick erection pointing right at me.
A thrilling thought crosses my mind, and I step back. “The winner should get a special reward.” Taking his hand, I lead him to a chair covered in a drop cloth and guide him to sit.
“This sounds good. I will allow it.”
I start to laugh as I lean forward to unfasten his pants. He fondles my breasts as he lifts his hips so I can pull them down. “Have I mentioned you have really great tits?”
“Thank you.”
The music is playing softly behind us, low and sexy. I’m in only my lace panties, which I wore specifically because I planned to rip his clothes off at some point today. He’s sitting in that chair with his cock hard and visible in his boxer briefs.
Holding my hands over my head, I rotate my hips in a circle, turning my back so my ass is in his face.
“Yeah, baby. Great little ass.” Large hands slide over my butt, and I lower to his lap, rotating my hips over his erection, giving him a little lap dance.
He hisses a groan and I turn slowly to face him, putting both hands under my breasts and lifting them, sliding my fingers over my tingling nipples.
His eyes are dark, and he licks his lips watching.
I have no idea who I am right now. I only know he brings this out in me. “Now for your reward.”
“That wasn’t it?” His voice is rough, and it thrills me to my core.
I drop to my knees and grasp the band of his jockeys. He lifts his hips again, and they’re gone, his cock springing free. I rise and pull it into my mouth, licking my tongue all around the tip.
“Oh, fuck.” He groans, sliding his hand over my cheek.
My head lowers, and I pull him in as far as I can. His dick is really long, so I pull up, grasping it with my hand and pumping the lower shaft as I focus on the tip, sucking and licking. His hips jerk and lift, like he’s trying not to thrust it down my throat, and heat floods my core.
“Jesus.” He groans loud, his head falling back. “Daisy, you’re going to make me come.”
Popping off, I move my hand fast up and down, like I’m shaking a can of paint and grin. “That’s the point.”
He exhales roughly, gasping, and the look on his face is divine torment. I’m about to go down again when he grabs me under the arms and lowers me onto the drop cloth on my back.
“I’m not coming down your throat.” Snatching up his jeans he feels all around. “No… fuck no…”
The desperation in his tone almost kills my growing orgasm. “It’s okay this time. Just do it.”
Blue eyes meet mine. “You sure? I mean, I’m clean.”
“I’ve only done it with one other guy, and we used protection.”
He’s back over me, lining up his dick, and with one swift push, he’s