Page 33 of Mister Curb Appeal
“The things I’m gonna do to that pretty little mouth.”
I hear her gasp again, and I think shocking her is my new favorite hobby. I wonder if she likes dirty talk. I guess we’re gonna find out.
“I haven’t had sex since my ex,” she says. I almost groan in delight. This is the best possible news ever. Not that I’d judgeher if she’d had other partners, but knowing there’s been nobody else makes this all the more special.
“How long?”
“A year.”
Now that’s a shock. “Wow.”
“I know. It’s been a long time.”
“I’ll be gentle with you.”
She’s still massaging my cock when she says, “That’s just the thing. I don’t want you to be gentle with me. I want you to fuck me like a man possessed.”
Holy Heaven on a stick.
I turn to face her. “You don’t need to ask me twice, Princess. And fucking like a man possessed is my specialty. It also isn’t hard to do with a woman like you in my bed.”
“How far is the cabin?” She’s panting. Fucking panting.
I turn onto the driveway. “About thirty seconds.”
“Floor it,” she says. “Joshua, I’m not even kidding, I need you now.”
I do as she says. I need her just as much, maybe even more.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Chapter Sixteen
LEXI
We don’t even make it inside. I repeat: We don’t even make it inside.
When we pull up, Josh ejects my seatbelt before his own, shoves his chair back and hauls me into his lap. Feeling his hard cock is like a dream come true. He’s so perfect. Masculine. Sexy. That mouth of his should be illegal.
I squeal, recovering quickly when he holds the sides of my face in his hands. His pretty blue eyes are earnest when he says, “I’ve been waiting so long for this moment.”
“Then stop wasting time talking.”
Our lips crash and a moan leaves my mouth before I can stop it. We’re hot and heavy, my tongue seeking his as I press my chest into him, wanting his hands all over me but not being able to say it.
“Tell me,” he mutters in between kisses. “Tell me what you like and don’t like, and what I can do to please you.”
I think I might come right now, just hearing those words. No man in the history of my life has ever said something like that. They make it right for them, not for me.
They make sure they get off before worrying about if I’m having a good time. This man is a freaking god.
“Play with my breasts,” I whisper.
A growl leaves his throat as I sit back, his eyes dropping to my chest. My blouse is a little wet from the rain, and his eyes almost darken to a vividly wild shade of blue while he devours me. “You’d like that, Princess?” He palms my breasts, taking a big handful and I squeeze my eyes shut.
Josh doesn’t wait for an answer. In one fell swoop, he reaches for my blouse and rips it wide open, the buttons flying everywhere. It’s such a primal, sexy move that I whimper and press farther into his lap, groaning when I push against his cock. He is so freaking big and so damned hard.
“Y-yes,” I stammer.
