More Than Dare You - Shayla Black Page 0,41

so new. Why she makes me feel things I’ve never felt.

Is there any chance you’re starting to fall for her?

Yeah. Is there any chance she could fall for you, too?

That notion burns excitement straight to my cock. It’s not likely. She’s into me for sex, for the experience I can give her. But the idea that she might want more than a fuck or two turns me on. Even if it’s a stupid delusion, I might let myself believe it just for tonight.

With a rough exhalation, I crawl onto the bed and hover over her, watching her face. She reaches up for me, and I can’t resist wrapping my arms around her, bringing her closer, and capturing her lips again.

Instantly, I lose myself in her flavor, her scent, her softness. I wanted to control tonight and show her everything she’s been missing. I certainly never intended to lose my head. I know the consequences too fucking well. But here I am, losing all control and diving so deep into her kiss that I don’t care where she ends and I begin. I’ve known for a while she’d need connection to really experience passion. She won’t settle for superficial.

With her, neither will I.

Beneath me, Masey clings. For a girl who had never been well kissed before yesterday, she definitely has the hang of it now. Every soft catch of her breath and her every desperate, pleading touch ramps me up and tunes me into her even more. The thick lust swirling between us bowls me over. It’s intense. Dizzying. Mind-blowing.

But feeling actual feelings with Masey? That’s new. That’s terrifying. That’s something I have zero defenses against.

I tilt my head and kiss her wildly, going at her mouth like she’s the answer to every desire I’ve ever felt. She pulls me down, urging me to cover her body with mine completely. I settle on top of her. So much of her bare skin meets mine. We both groan at the contact.

As I kiss my way across her face and down her neck, I fist the clasps of her bra in the middle of her back and squeeze, working each apart with insistent fingers. The band goes slack. The cups lift from her breasts. I strip the garment from her body and toss it away.

And I stare.

“You might have the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen,” I mutter.

I’m not lying, either. Natural, symmetrical, heavy and round. Her dark areolas frame flushed, upturned nipples that beckon me.

Her laugh cuts through my tension. “Is that your version of a compliment?”

“Not to sound like a complete douche, but yeah.” I cup one of her breasts with a sigh. “Oh, fuck, honey.”

And there she goes, biting her lip again. Then she shocks me by cupping her breasts and offering them up to me. “Want them?”

Is she kidding? “Fuck yeah. The only thing I want more is the rest of you.”

Every inch of her is so kissable it’s hard to know where to focus. Her lips, which somehow look plumper and sweeter? Her skin, which shimmers and tempts me in the silvery light? Or her breasts, taut and perfect and looking as if they’re straight out of my fantasies?

I don’t give her a chance to reply, just like I don’t choose between all the perfect places to lay my mouth. I start again with her lips because they keep drawing me back. She’s waiting, soft and parted, kissing me like she’s ripe and eager to show me how much she wants me, too.

After taking her mouth thoroughly, I ease back, skim my lips over her neck, and nip at her shoulder before working down to the swells of her breasts and laving a wet trail to her nipples.

Before I even reach one, she arches up to me. Hungrily, I close my mouth around the nearest tip, suck it deep, and torment it with my tongue. She cries out, her legs moving restlessly beneath me while I prime the other with my fingers. She digs her nails into me gratifyingly deep, wraps one of her legs around me, and drags me closer.

I draw back on the first peak, circle my tongue around it, toy and lick. Then I assail her other nipple. The instant I fill my mouth with it, she grabs me and holds me against her breast, hissing as if the contact sizzles.

“Talk to me.”

“Trace…” she pants.

“You like it?”

“Yes. I don’t know why. I don’t understand…”

Why it feels different than anything Thom did to her? I get

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