Rock Me Faster (Licks of Leather #4) - Jenna Jacob Page 0,64
getting worse.”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes. Yes. A million times yes.”
“That’s all I need to hear, princess.”
Meshing my lips to hers, I picked up where we’d left off, as I skimmed my hand down her hip and under the short hem of her shimmering dress. Her silky flesh warmed my palm as I glided my hand up her slender leg—dragging the hem of her dress with me. The heat of her untouched pussy enveloped my fingers. When I reached the juncture of her thighs, ready to slide my digits beneath the elastic of her panties, I was stunned to discover that Harmony wasn’t wearing any.
Good, they’d only get in my way.
She sucked my tongue as if it were my cock, blowing my mind and melting my resolve. Softly kneading the flesh at her hip, I slid my thumb along the tender crease of her thigh. Anticipating the feel of her soft, saturated curls grazing my knuckles, I was perplexed when all I felt was heat…wet, inviting heat. Dragging my lips down her neck, I eased back and peeked between her legs.
The sight of her bare pussy knocked the breath from my lungs and sent a whole new kind of fire erupting inside me.
“Oh, princess…” I panted. “Did you do this for me?”
“What?” Harmony croaked in a half whisper, half-moan.
Reaching between her legs, I dragged the pads of my fingers up her swollen folds. “You don’t have any hair down here…did you do that for me?”
“Mia.”
“You shaved your pussy for…Mia?”
“No. She took me to a spa.”
“Ah. I like it…like it a lot. In fact—” I darted a glance over my shoulder. When I spied the tall, marble-topped table, like the island in my kitchen at home, I released Harmony’s hair. Filling my palms with her luscious ass cheeks, I lifted her off the floor. “Wrap your legs around me, princess.”
“W-where are we going?” she stammered as she complied.
“Right here,” I answered, setting her down on the tabletop.
“B-but why?”
“You still trust me?”
“Of course.”
“Then let me show you.” I claimed her mouth again and cupped her tempting breasts.
As I brushed my thumbs over her pebbled nipples, Harmony squealed and sank her fingernails into my biceps. Oh, yes… She was nice and sensitive there. I wanted to spend long hours torturing those tender tips and drinking in her cries of desperation.
The need to feel the heat of her heavy orbs in my palms pressed in all around me. I had to have my fingers, mouth, teeth, and tongue on them, now.
Harmony mewled, moaned, and rocked on the marble surface as I worked the sequin fabric off her shoulders. Begrudgingly lifting from the addicting sweet warmth of her mouth, I dragged my stare to her breasts and blinked at the flower-shaped material stuck on the underside of each one.
“What are these?” I asked, tracing a finger over one petal.
“It’s a bra but not a bra,” she panted.
“How do I get them off?”
“Peel them away.”
“Will it hurt…will they re-stick?”
“I don’t know…I don’t care, just get them off. Get everything off. I’m burning alive.”
She had no idea how hot the flames were going to get.
“Hang on. I hope this doesn’t hurt,” I warned before tearing the flowers away.
Harmony didn’t even bat a glassy, lust-filled eye. Tossing the petals on the purse beside her, I cupped her breasts, savoring the weight, heat, and how perfectly they filled my hands. Then I gently brushed my thumbs over each stony peak, growling as she gasped, groaned, and bounced her hips.
“Hang on, baby. If I do this right, you’re in for a wild ride.” I sent her a smoldering smile.
“It’s already wild. I feel like I’m speeding toward…something. I just don’t know what it is.”
Pausing, I hovered over one dusty-pink puckered nipple and arched my brows. “You’ve had an orgasm before, right?”
“I-I don’t think so.”
“Do you masturbate?”
“No. I share a small trailer with my dad No privacy.”
“So you’ve never even touched this pretty pussy before?” I asked lifting the hem of her dress and locking my stare on her pink swollen folds.
“A couple times in the shower. There’s a little nub down there that tingles when I touch it, but…”
“That nub is called a clit, and I can make it do a whole lot more than tingle.”
“Why is it throbbing so hard?”
“Because it needs relief, the relief I’m going to give you.”
“H-how?”
“Close your eyes, princess. I’ll take good care of you.”
Nibbling her bottom lip, Harmony nodded. Her dusty-pink nipples, hard as ripe cherries, screamed for my attention. But I refused to latch