Stalking His Bride - Lucy Darling Page 0,18

fuck could not have waited years.

I pull my mouth from hers. “Sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” she rushes to say. Her lips are swollen and red from me taking her mouth. Her chest rises and falls as she tries to catch her breath.

“Good. Because I’m actually not sorry at all for what I’m about to do.”

“To do?” she asks. I grab the V in her shirt with both hands, ripping it right in half and revealing her gorgeous tits to me. I palm one in my hand, leaning down to lick her pert nipple. Her hips rise off the bed, begging me for more. I don’t disappoint. This time I lick and suck her until she’s writhing underneath me.

“James.” Her plea for me to give her more is music to my ears. “I need—”

I don’t even let her finish that thought before I’m moving down her body. I stop when I get to her panties, the wet spot letting me know how turned on she is. I reach down, ripping them from her body, mad that they are keeping me from what’s mine. I stuff them in my pocket for later.

Her scent hits me, making my mouth water for a taste of her. I rub my thumb across the dusting of dark hair that leads down to her pussy. She wiggles all around and I know she needs my mouth. I want to take my time, but I can do that later. Right now I want to give her body what it’s begging for. I’ll take the time later to savor each and every inch of her.

I push my tongue between the lips of her sex. I lick down, putting extra pressure when I pass her clit. She cries out but I keep going down to thrust my tongue inside of her tight heat. I grab her thighs, my fingers gripping her tight until I’m lifting her enough that her ass is partly off the bed. I need more. To be deeper. To be closer if that’s even possible.

I angle to get my tongue deeper inside of her, fucking her with it. She thrashes on the bed. She’s close but not there yet. When she whimpers my name again, her hand fists into my hair. I pull my tongue out, putting her ass back down on the bed. I lick back up to her clit, sucking it into my mouth for my tongue to work next.

Her whole body stiffens. The sharp pain from her pulling my hair keeps me grounded, so I don’t push down my sweats and thrust to the hilt inside of her. I close my eyes, pressing my cock harder into the mattress as my balls draw up tight, knowing what’s coming. All my dick can think about is how tight her cunt was around my tongue.

She tries to close her thighs, but there is no moving me. I keep flicking my tongue on her clit, drawing out her orgasm until she relaxes into the bed. Her hand releases my hair, falling to her side. I give her clit one last kiss before I crawl back up her body. Her blue eyes flutter open, and her whole face is soft and sweet as she looks up at me with a look of pure adoration. It has my throat going tight.

I knew before now I’d never be able to let Carly go. That door closed the moment she looked up at me in the store with the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. The door isn’t going to be good enough. I'm going to need a vault.

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Carly

“What. Is. That?” Tinsley’s eyes are wide as she stares down at my feet. Bear stares up at her, I’m sure giving her the sweetest face in the whole wide world. Tinsley starts to fan her face with her hand, her eyes watering.

“Are you going to....”

“What’s wrong?” Reed appears out of thin air. I look all around, wondering where in the hell he came from. I didn't see him walk up with Tinsley. He hadn’t been invited to our lunch date. Either way, him being close by doesn’t shock me in the least. Everyone knows that wherever Tinsley is, Reed isn’t far behind.

“Why aren't you at work?” She tilts her head back, looking up at a very worried Reed. The man's dark hair is disheveled, and he looks out of sorts. It’s stinkin’ adorable how much he fusses over Tinsley.

“Why are you crying?” He ignores her question, but in his defense, she’d