Page 57 of Tempting Eden

I crawled back on top of her and lifted her tank top, kissing her stomach as I went. Inch by inch, I kissed until she was writhing beneath me and begging me to suck her, fuck her, do anything other than torture her with my light kisses. I stripped her shirt completely off, then pulled her skirt and panties down to her knees and stopped there.

Holy fucking shit. Her pussy was totally bare. I ground my shaft into the mattress at the glorious sight.

“What happened to my red curls?” I hovered over her bare cleft, letting my breath tease her skin.

She tried to shimmy out of her skirt and panties, but I didn’t let her. Instead, with her thighs pressed together, I slipped my tongue into her tight lips, teasing the tip of her clit.

“I asked what happened,” I said and delved my tongue in further, caressing the nub as her hips bucked beneath me.

“I-I, um, oh, it’s a pool party event. I’ll be wearing a bathing suit ensemble thing, so I needed—oh, Jack! I needed a smooth wax.”

She tried to open her legs for me.

“In a minute, you’re going to be wide open with my cock inside you, balls deep. For now,” I reached both hands up and squeezed her hard nipples, “we’re going to do this my way.”

I let my tongue snake its way back to her sweet spot, licking her wetness while I kneaded her breasts. She fisted the sheets next to her and trembled beneath me, her moans becoming louder the harder I pressed my tongue against her swollen nub.

My cock was already painfully hard, desperate to make good on my words.

“Please, Jack.”

I leaned away and shucked her panties and skirt the rest of the way off. I spread her wide and feasted on her pink skin. She jumped beneath me, her hips rising to meet the strokes of my tongue. I slipped one finger inside her and groaned from the feel of it, from knowing what it would feel like clamped down on my cock like a velvety vise.

I sped my flicking and sucking before slipping in another finger. Her hands fumbled in my hair as her hips rocked in rhythm. I felt her muscles tighten; she was almost at the edge. I sucked her clit and she dug her fingers into my scalp. Then I stopped.

She cried out, a high-pitched, desperate sound that I intended to put on repeat in my mind. I stalked up her gorgeous body, now luminous in the moonlight, before plunging inside her. I yelled at the sensation of her heat. She sank her nails into my back as I started a punishing rhythm. I wanted to fuck her so hard she didn’t worry about anything except how to walk straight the next day.

I fisted her hair and yanked, enjoying her slight yelp at the pain before I licked and sucked at her neck, all the while sliding in and out of her tight, wet pussy. I rose up on my elbows and watched her perfect tits bounce with each impact, their rosy tips desperate for my mouth. Her face was a mask of bliss, her eyelids at half-mast, though she watched me, watched my body work her.

I rolled over so she was on top, my cock still embedded deeply inside. She settled down hard on my shaft and began rocking, rubbing her clit against me in small movements. I leaned up and captured one of her nipples between my teeth, giving it a light nip before swirling my tongue around and drawing it deep.

She threw her head back and put her hands in her hair. As I sucked the hard tip, she increased her speed, grinding against me, squeezing me harder as she went. I wouldn’t last long with this temptress on top of me. God, her sounds, the sweet exertions she gave breath to, were sexier than anything I’d ever heard.

My cock throbbed inside her, though it barely had room. I lay back, wanting to see all of her. She was a fucking goddess, auburn hair and alabaster skin. Breasts the perfect teardrops with plump nipples.

I gripped her hips, digging my fingers in as she rode me. I rocked up to her, giving her clit more friction. She moaned and dropped her hands to my abs where she steadied herself as she rose and fell against me. Her eyes glazed with lust as her movements became wilder. She was going to come.

Her cry echoed around the apartment as her walls began to clench me even tighter. I tried to hold back, to make it last longer. She made it impossible. With one final plunge upward into her, I rammed her hips down onto me as she squirmed with her own orgasm. I shot into her, pulsing blasts as her constricting pussy wrung every last drop from me.

As soon as the haze passed, I eased up on her hips. I feared she might have fingertip bruises the next day. She collapsed onto my chest, her ear right above the thumping chambers of my heart. I wrapped my arms around her, pressing her to me even more, branding her onto my skin.

At that moment, she was everything.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

EDEN

IRUSHED AROUND THElobby like a madwoman, making sure everything was perfect. Bess followed in my wake, reminding me that she had already done everything, checked everything, triple-checked everything, and that I needed to settle down.

The sun was falling over the water, and the party was set to start in half an hour. A local band tuned up in the corner, ready to play a menu of new, upbeat songs to get buyers happy and in the mood to spend. The sales table was perfect. A six-foot-tall ice sculpture of the building sat in the center for some extra wow factor.

Delicious smells, courtesy of the caterer, wafted through the air as workers created an overladen buffet of delights piled high with Gulf shrimp, fresh sushi, and a myriad of other treats to please any guest’s tastes.

Bess, true to her word, had woven orange and white roses into the hanging topiaries, giving an extra pop of tropical color to the already astounding design display. Jack was out by the pool, helping Bess’ assistant place the last few bunches of flowers into the topiaries and sprinkle petals around the pool. He was congenial but focused, ready to go to work. He wore a pair of black pants and a light blue button-up. I’d neatly rolled up his sleeves to give him a more casual air.

“Put the guests at ease,” I’d said before showing him my outfit.

I’d barely escaped the room unscathed and had to redo my lipstick after he’d seen me. I intended to play the “life of the party” role to get every last unit sold, including the penthouse. I wore a red bathing suit. It was one piece, but the front plunged down to my stomach, giving ample views of my cleavage. The back was equally revealing, and the bottom cut high across my hips. I threw a white cover-up on top of it, gossamer and transparent, and strapped on some top-shelf hooker heels. I’d done my hair in loose, beachy waves and overdone my makeup to vamp levels. Salesmanship was showmanship.

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