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He crawled between her legs on the makeshift bed and wrapped his lips around her pussy. She quivered immediately. He lifted his head, but only slightly. His breath would fan her clit and keep the quivering going. “When was the last time a man licked you, ate you, made you come on his tongue and swallowed your cream?”
He wasn’t disappointed. He saw the tremble beneath the skin of her belly.
“Tell me, Princess? When?”
“Never.”
“Jesus… Who did you lose your virginity to? A caveman? Nevermind. Not important. My sweet Princess. Stripper. Hooker. Club owner. Mine.” He kissed the inside of her thigh. “Let’s see if I can make you scream loud enough the whole county hears it.”
He licked his way back to her cunt and used the pointed tip of his tongue to lash her clit. He used his fingers to fuck her deep inside, coating every inch of her pussy with her wetness and what was left over from the last time he came in her.
So focused on the task at hand, on making the trembling in her belly turn into a quake that shook her entire body … She gripped his head and pulled his mouth deeper into her.
She used his nose, his lips, his tongue. She rode him. She gasped and whimpered. She moaned and cried out. Her juices ran from his bottom lip to his chin through his beard.
God, she was beautiful. He couldn’t see her face, couldn’t see anything but the sweet soft skin of her lower belly. But he didn’t need to see anything. He heard it. He felt it.
She found pleasure with him.
She’d kept herself to herself. She didn’t believe she’d ever want or find a man who wanted her for her.
She let herself go with him. She gave herself to him.
He latched onto her clit as best he could with her wild movements and when her legs hooked themselves over his shoulders and pulled him in even deeper … Her hold threatening to cut off his ability to breathe … He came. His cock erupting with cum and he groaned into her sex.
She yanked his hair and screamed his name. The sound echoed throughout his treehouse and out the French doors into the woods.
She eased her hold on him after several moments and dropped her legs wide.
Weak and drained and happier than he’d ever been in all his adult life, he pulled himself up over her.
His face and beard were soaked. There were multiple wet spots between their legs.
And his chest constricted when he looked down into her face to find tears once again streaming down her cheeks.
She tore him up inside. This woman who was so strong and so independent that she hadn’t trusted any man with her sexual pleasure except him … She humbled and moved him.
He settled to the side of her and gathered her to his chest.
He was never letting her go.
Nope. Not ever.
Instead, he planned to marry her.
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Jackie sat on the back of Mac’s bike and stared up at the treehouse. He was closing things up and then they’d be on their way back into town. Jaz had called her more than half a dozen times and if he went to her house and didn’t find her, he would indeed start searching. She hoped Trevor had confided in Mandi that Jackie was with Mac.
To be honest, she didn’t want to leave the woods and she’d never been a woodsy type of person. But she’d never been anywhere so enchanted than the treehouse Mac had built. He’d given her a fairytale filled with tenderness, cleansing tears, delicious orgasms, and revealing conversations she’d never had with anyone else. Not even Jaz. Not even Mandi.
She’d given Mac everything.
She’d trusted him with her truths, her past, her present, her body.
She’d trusted him with her heart.
He’d told her he loved her. He’d told her he was in love with her. He’d told her there was a them now. And he was right. There was.
