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Don t fucking leave me ever again, I murmur, my tongue tracing her lips, top and bottom, then
delving deep inside as I open my hands on her ass and give it a squeeze.
She makes me high, rubbing her nipples on my chest, making me throb in every part of me.
I ve got about a thousand songs in a new playlist that says Brooke all about me missing you,
loving you, hating and adoring you, I rasp as I reach under her dress to pull at her panties.
I love that she wore a dress, that she looks sexy, female. Mine.
I want to peel it off with my fucking teeth and try not to get rough as I pull her panties off her legs as
she confesses, I ve got some too, I want to spend all day playing them to you.
When I ve got her naked, I haul her back on my lap, and she s got me in tangles, my cock pulsing
against her through my shorts.
She straddles me and rubs my hard-on, and she s trembling with need. I love you, she breathes,
and I take it from there.
e& e& e&
HOURS LATER, SHE S spent in my bed.
Brooke Sexy-as-Fuck Dumas.
I could lie here with her all night.
Her shiny mahogany hair is spread all over my chest and falling down my right shoulder.
Her warm breath coasts over my pecs while her long, slim, little fingers are sweetly delineating the
squares of my abs.
My hands run up and down her back.
I don t know what to touch, where to lick, bite, suck, I just want to do it all at once.
I take a loose strand of hair to rub it between two fingers, then I bend my head and inhale. My head
buzzes as her scent fills my lungs. I can never get over the way that feminine scent gets into my gut,
tangles me like a knot. It s a sweet fragrance unique to her, and the first time I caught a whiff, I knew
she was mine.
All mine.
I m not letting anyone take her.
I m not letting her go.
I m her Real.
She s Mine.
I can barely fit inside my skin. I feel like a fucking king who s just inherited a kingdom named
Brooke Little Firecracker Dumas.
I open a hand to cup the back of her head and place a kiss on her forehead. She moans softly and
turns her head to kiss my chest. I peer down at her pretty face and trace my thumb along her lower lip.
I m wild about this mouth. The things it says to me. The things it does to me. The way it feels, the way
it tastes, the way it looks.
I drag my lips along her forehead, the shell of her ear, inhaling her and feeling every inch of her
small, lean body against mine. She s sweaty and sticky with me and she s warm as a little sun. I
nuzzle her earlobe and then I lick her, pushing my tongue gently into the crevice.
I feel her shudder as I pet my other hand down her head and then down her smooth back while I
have my way with her ear, slowly letting my tongue make love to it, and I can t get enough.
I pull her over me and swipe her hair to the side, then I bury my face in her neck so her nose is
tucked into my throat and I m tucked in hers. Brooke Dumas, I murmur huskily into her ear. I love
you, my little firecracker.
She sighs into my neck and slides her hands into my hair and sifts her fingers through my scalp.
I m so happy, she says. She eases back and looks at me, her eyes shining in the darkness.
She meets my gaze with a smile, and I know I m smiling back at her, and she s naked like I like her
and suddenly my eyes rake her up and down. I ve been starved for the sight of her, and now I m going
to look my fill until my eyes burst. Her breasts, her abs, her toned little arms, her slim throat, her
lovely chin, her high cheekbones, her smart, proud little forehead.
Remy . . . she whispers.
She reaches out with one hand, and she starts caressing my jaw so tenderly it s like she can t
believe she s in my arms.
I cup her little face in my big hand and stroke my thumb across her lips because I can t believe it
too.
Come here. I sit up and cup the back of her head and pull her to me. I bury her face in my neck
and squeeze her closer. She straddles me and wraps her arms around my neck. She kisses my neck
and I rub my hands all over her body. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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Don t fucking leave me ever again, I murmur, my tongue tracing her lips, top and bottom, then
delving deep inside as I open my hands on her ass and give it a squeeze.
She makes me high, rubbing her nipples on my chest, making me throb in every part of me.
I ve got about a thousand songs in a new playlist that says Brooke all about me missing you,
loving you, hating and adoring you, I rasp as I reach under her dress to pull at her panties.
I love that she wore a dress, that she looks sexy, female. Mine.
I want to peel it off with my fucking teeth and try not to get rough as I pull her panties off her legs as
she confesses, I ve got some too, I want to spend all day playing them to you.
When I ve got her naked, I haul her back on my lap, and she s got me in tangles, my cock pulsing
against her through my shorts.
She straddles me and rubs my hard-on, and she s trembling with need. I love you, she breathes,
and I take it from there.
e& e& e&
HOURS LATER, SHE S spent in my bed.
Brooke Sexy-as-Fuck Dumas.
I could lie here with her all night.
Her shiny mahogany hair is spread all over my chest and falling down my right shoulder.
Her warm breath coasts over my pecs while her long, slim, little fingers are sweetly delineating the
squares of my abs.
My hands run up and down her back.
I don t know what to touch, where to lick, bite, suck, I just want to do it all at once.
I take a loose strand of hair to rub it between two fingers, then I bend my head and inhale. My head
buzzes as her scent fills my lungs. I can never get over the way that feminine scent gets into my gut,
tangles me like a knot. It s a sweet fragrance unique to her, and the first time I caught a whiff, I knew
she was mine.
All mine.
I m not letting anyone take her.
I m not letting her go.
I m her Real.
She s Mine.
I can barely fit inside my skin. I feel like a fucking king who s just inherited a kingdom named
Brooke Little Firecracker Dumas.
I open a hand to cup the back of her head and place a kiss on her forehead. She moans softly and
turns her head to kiss my chest. I peer down at her pretty face and trace my thumb along her lower lip.
I m wild about this mouth. The things it says to me. The things it does to me. The way it feels, the way
it tastes, the way it looks.
I drag my lips along her forehead, the shell of her ear, inhaling her and feeling every inch of her
small, lean body against mine. She s sweaty and sticky with me and she s warm as a little sun. I
nuzzle her earlobe and then I lick her, pushing my tongue gently into the crevice.
I feel her shudder as I pet my other hand down her head and then down her smooth back while I
have my way with her ear, slowly letting my tongue make love to it, and I can t get enough.
I pull her over me and swipe her hair to the side, then I bury my face in her neck so her nose is
tucked into my throat and I m tucked in hers. Brooke Dumas, I murmur huskily into her ear. I love
you, my little firecracker.
She sighs into my neck and slides her hands into my hair and sifts her fingers through my scalp.
I m so happy, she says. She eases back and looks at me, her eyes shining in the darkness.
She meets my gaze with a smile, and I know I m smiling back at her, and she s naked like I like her
and suddenly my eyes rake her up and down. I ve been starved for the sight of her, and now I m going
to look my fill until my eyes burst. Her breasts, her abs, her toned little arms, her slim throat, her
lovely chin, her high cheekbones, her smart, proud little forehead.
Remy . . . she whispers.
She reaches out with one hand, and she starts caressing my jaw so tenderly it s like she can t
believe she s in my arms.
I cup her little face in my big hand and stroke my thumb across her lips because I can t believe it
too.
Come here. I sit up and cup the back of her head and pull her to me. I bury her face in my neck
and squeeze her closer. She straddles me and wraps her arms around my neck. She kisses my neck
and I rub my hands all over her body. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]