Page 91 of Property of Stone
He’d get there soon enough since he’d much rather smell a sweet pussy than some overpowering perfume in an overpriced bottle. But first, he wanted to finish exploring the woman since he didn’t get a chance to do that last time.
He wasn’t getting short changed from that tonight.
Fuck no.
All they had to do was limit the noise so they didn’t wake up the kids. Having them pounding on the door while he was pounding Taryn would suck.
Now that he’d rid her of those boy shorts, he could continue with proving to her that sharing a bed with him would be nothing but a great opportunity and not a drawback.
For the both of them.
With one last peek at her sexy-as-fuck toes, he worked his way back up, kissing and licking along the way. He skipped over her pussy—he would concentrate on that soon enough—and sucked one dark-pink nipple deep into his mouth, tugging on it with his lips and flicking the rock-hard tip with his tongue.
Her soft groan and the slight arching of her back encouraged him to do the same with the other one. He could spend a shitload of time on her tits alone, they were that enticing, but there was no way he had the patience for that.
He continued to tease her tits with his mouth and tongue until he regretfully had to move on. With a wet pop, he released her now swollen, shiny nipple and shifted until they were face to face.
As soon as their gazes locked, he snagged her hair, fisted it tightly, and took her mouth for his very fucking own.
To claim it. Make it his. The same as he planned to do with her pussy.
He couldn’t wait to dive in for a midnight snack. One she didn’t have to cook.
His dick was getting impatient, too.
Soon.
For fuck’s sake, Taryn was living under his damn roof and helping with his kid. He couldn’t treat her simply like ahole to be filled. Instead, he once again had to make sure she was thoroughly fucking satisfied.
Otherwise, he’d be living on the couch indefinitely.
But he wanted this for more than only getting back in his own bed. That was simply a bonus. If he had to admit it, he really wantedherfor as long as he could have her. Whether it was for the next few weeks or the next few months.
This was not normal for him. Not at fucking all.
When a groan rose from deep within her, he caught it and gave it back to her after combining it with his own.
He normally didn’t give a shit about kissing—but, again, this situation was far from fucking normal—and her lips were so damn soft and addicting. It also helped that he knew those lips hadn’t been wrapped around any of his brothers’ dicks.
Even fucking better, she hadn’t been shared in any way with any of his brothers. Not one fucking way.
Fuck yeah.
That was rare in his world.
Breaking off the kiss and on his way south to chow down, he paused once again on her tits since they were as tempting as her mouth.
Goddamn perfection.
They might not smother him to death but they fit his palm perfectly and had a good weight to them. She’d probably be pissed if she could read his thoughts and knew he was judging her tits like fruit in the produce department.
He kneaded one, then the other, as he alternated sucking them.
But he didn’t stay there long since he was getting impatient and so was his demanding dick. It was screaming at him for some relief.
Soon.
He licked a path from her right nipple down her belly,across the faded scar he assumed came from a C-section, skimmed his mouth over her golden pubes, then using his shoulders, nudged her thighs wider so he had room to settle between them.
