Page 160 of Sweet Temptation

I couldn’t even decide which position of the many we’d tried was my favorite. They were all amazing… every which way I took her, or she took me.

Reverse cowgirl was fucking hot. Incredible view.

Sixty-nine was erotic. And coming in her mouth at the same time she came in mine? Mind-blowing.

Missionary was fucking intense. Seeing her face… Looking into those pale-blue eyes when she came… as her pussy squeezed and spasmed on my cock.

There was nothing like it.

Almost made me come without thinking.

But I wouldn’t lose my head with her like that. I wouldn’t come inside her yet, even if she asked me to. I wasn’t gonna be the guy to push things too far, too fast, and ever have her looking back with any regrets.

When the time was right, we’d add that to the repertoire. Me, coming deep inside her.

I wasn’t even sure I could survive it.

So I was just gonna go ahead and enjoy everything else in the meantime. And there was a fuck of a lot to enjoy.

Because all other stops had been pulled.

The filter was officially off.

Every fucking thing I wanted to do to her, or wanted her to do to me, just fell out of my mouth. All that shit I’d been trying to convince us both of, about just being here to do a job? It went right out the fucking window the second I kissed her lips.

And when she went down on me in that car and let me come in her mouth—and swallowed it—I was done. Completely over any idea of keeping Summer Sorensen at arm’s length.

Fuck arm’s length.

Ramming my cock down her throat, or up her pussy, was a hell of a lot better.

So I decided to keep doing that instead. And doing it… as everything else just faded away.

Thank God Summer had no shows booked for a few days.

I barely even checked my messages. Just enough to make sure the world wasn’t on fire.

We hadn’t even gotten fully dressed in at least forty-eight hours, much less left her bedroom for any length of time.

Sometime on day three of our sexfest—pretty sure it was day three—she had me on a dining chair that she’d asked me to bring up to her room so she could fuck me on it. We’d already had sex on it once, yesterday, and while she rode me, we’d broken it. The back actually cracked away from the base under the pressure of our… exuberance.

But it was still usable. For fucking.

As long as I didn’t lean back on it too hard.

I was sitting on it, naked, and Summer was riding me while I fed her tits to my mouth and suckled her nipples. She was naked except for the hot see-through bra I’d made her wear—the nude lace one she’d worn at Devoid’s studio the first time she dropped her dress in front of me.

Yeah, that one.

I’d jerked off enough imagining her in it, I figured it was time to experience it in the flesh.

I’d stretched it down beneath her tits so it served them up to me, and I licked and sucked on her nipples as she rode me until they were fat and red. They were swollen now, as I slid my mouth over them, one, then the other, teasing. Her pussy was swollen from all the fucking as it devoured me, over and over. She was gasping out that beautiful sound she made when she was about to come, and shaking like her legs were about to give out… and then she came.

The spasms went off like an earthquake, deep in her core, and I felt her pussy shivering all over my dick.

“Yeah… Ronan,” she purred, clawing at my chest as I nibbled on the plump nipple in my mouth and she lost control. “Oh God, baby…”

Fuck, she was molten hot when she came. It was a fucking nuclear meltdown. Her body shivered and jerked on mine, and I almost blew.

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