Page 124 of Hoax and Kisses
“I’m so proud of you,” she says. “You’ve worked so hard. You deserve it.”
“Thank you.” I close my eyes, breathing her in deeply, and rub circles on her back. I want to keep her here forever. Give her all the love she’s missed out on for all thirty-two years of existence. Show her that she deserves to be loved the way she needs.
We sit in silence for several minutes, tangled in each other. Eventually, she pulls back and rests her forehead on mine.
“You make me feel more alive than I’ve ever been,” she whispers, her breath warm on my lips.
I brush my mouth against hers. “I was living my life in the dark until you showed up and switched all the lights on so bright.”
“I’m still scared,” she confesses.
My heart thuds heavily. “Me too. We can be scared together.”
She nods, her fingers weaving through the hair at my nape. “I love you.”
“I love you so much, beautiful.”
I press my mouth to hers, kissing her until I’m gasping for air. As soon as she opens and I slide my tongue in, my body goes unbearably tight with need.
The wild effect she has on me should be studied by scientists around the world.
Hands roaming, hungry and desperate, I fumble at the hem of her shirt, aching to feel her skin instead of the fabric. I peel off all the layers she was bundled in. Then it’s my turn. In a heartbeat, we’re both naked in the middle of my store, our clothes discarded on the floor.
“Hold still,” she tells me.
Her demand scrapes on my skin like her nails on my spine, sharp and deliberate, and my toes curl with pleasure.
God, I like when she gets bossy.
She gets off my lap and kneels before me, her breasts swaying.
My balls tighten at the sight.
She wets her lip, positioning herself between my spread legs. “I love when you fuck my mouth, honey.”
With a groan, I take my length in my hand and guide myself to her lips. “Open up, then.”
She glides her fingers up my thighs, never taking her eyes off me, even as she lowers her head and welcomes me.
Though not completely. Rather than put me out of my misery, she swirls her tongue over the tip.
“Fuck, you’re such a tease, Zoé,” I hiss, tightening my grip around my cock.
She traces her tongue along my length, lingering like she’s memorizing each vein, and then she pushes my hand away, replacing it with hers, and engulfs me in the heat of her wet mouth. Head dropped back between my shoulders, I groan, trying to stifle the pleasure surging through every part of my body.
She sucks hard, as if knowing how tortured I already am, and I turn feral. The pressure snaps at my primal instincts. Everything in me roars, urging me to give in.
I gather her hair in a tight fist and hold her still over me.
She lifts her eyes to me, her lips glistening and damp, swollen from her effort, her gaze full of want. “Please.”
“Fuck. Don’t move.”
She obeys, only opening wide. Spine tingling, I shift my hips up and down, her hair wrapped securely around my fist.
In just a few thrusts, I’m there, tension coiling tight at the base of my spine. My thighs lock, but I don’t slow, pumping in and out of her warmth, going as deep as she allows me. Praise falls from my lips between curses and shallow gasps.
You take me so well. Fuck, I love you. So gorgeous with your lips stretched around my cock. Wider, beautiful. That’s it. Fuck.
