Page 58 of Hello Heartbreaker

I pulled down the other side of her top, giving me access to her luscious, salty tits, and she gasped out, “Are you sure you want to do this here?”

“Why the fuck not?” I hummed against her breast.

“What if someone sees?”

“Then they’ll know just how much you turn me on,exactlyas you are.”

I continued playing with her taut nipples, loving the taste of her, the way she held on to my hair, my shoulders, how she moaned and shivered under my touch.

I brought her back to the couch, laying her down and then fiddling with the buttons of her shorts, her luscious, glistening tits spilling out of her askew top, nipples hard and pink in the sunlight in contrast to her creamy pale skin.

The button finally came undone, and I grinned down at her.

“What?” she asked.

“I’ve been wanting to do this...” I lowered my mouth to her stomach, kissing her apron belly and working down to her pubic bone. I took the panties in my teeth and pulled, feeling the fabric come apart.

“Rhett!” she cried.

“You wanted me to show you what I imagined. Now shut the fuck up and let me make you feel good.”

Her head rolled back as I pulled her shorts down the rest of the way. Her pretty pussy was full and waxed aside from a patch of short hair in a landing strip pointing to everything I wanted.

I drew my finger along her seam, then slid my fingers between the folds, feeling a rush of moisture. “You’re so fucking wet for me. Those panties were ruined before I touched them.”

“Mmm,” she moaned. “You have no idea what you’re doing walking around in a shirt like that. It’s not fair.”

My chest got all puffed up, knowing my girl was turned on by me too. My fingers still between her folds, I dipped two deeper into her pussy, loving the quiver I felt around me. “Is this fair?”

She let out a whimper.

I turned my fingers inside her, curling them toward me, making her cry out. “This?”

“Rhett,” she panted.

My favorite fucking sound.

I lowered myself over her, spreading her folds with my fingers, loving the sunlight hitting the barest part of her. I blew softly over her clit, making her whine.

“This?”

Her head rolled back.

“Look at me,” I ordered. Her eyes met mine, heavy, hot, glazed with desire. “I want to see exactly how beautiful you are when I make you come.”

Her pretty blue eyes widened, and I smiled at her like a wolf would at Red Riding Hood before lowering my face to her hot sex and working my tongue over her clit.

She reached down, holding my hair tight in her hands.

“That’s it, hold on, baby girl,” I hummed against her clit.

She moaned, and I looked up to make sure she was watching.

Her eyes were solidly on mine.

“Good girl.”

A guttural sound fell from her lips.

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