Page 67 of Chaos Luck Wrath

After feeling his body soften into her affections, she eased out of the kiss with a sweet smile.

Gradually relief filled him and Joey leaned in to steal another quick kiss from her. “You’ll never know how much I love you, Layne.”

Her hands slowly trailed down the front of the hard muscles of his stomach. When she spoke, her words were just one notch above a whisper. “Try showing me.”

She didn’t need to ask him twice. Joey’s fingers purposely unknotted the sash around her waist as he began backing her up to the workbench at the far wall of the garage.

His hand slid up the back of her neck with a gentleness as his tattooed fingers embedded themselves into the depths of her silky chestnut hair.

As the sash came undone, the kimono fell open to reveal the forest-green lingerie underneath. Joey’s desire for her still had a fiery edge to it, despite the way his touch had become gentle.

Quickly, he cleared just enough space on the workbench for her ass before he lifted her and set her down on it. With his hands on her waist, he stood between her thighs as he took his time kissing her. First, it was reveling in the taste of her mouth, then it was exploring across her jaw and down along her throat.

Layne dropped her shoulders so the silk material of the robe slid off her upper body, pooling around her as she let him spoil her with his affections. Quietly, she moaned as his tongue flicked out across the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder.

Her body was already reacting to their deep emotional and physical connection, her core growing damp with arousal. The tips of Layne’s fingers hooked onto the front of his jeans, tugging him closer to her center.

When he pressed himself against her core, her breathing hitched at the sensation of his hard cock struggling against his jeans.

“Joey,” she said, his name already sounding breathless. “I need you to fuck me.”

His palms ran over the front of her bra, taking in the feel of her breasts held captive in the cups. He shook his head at her request. “I’m not going to fuck you; I’m going to do better than that. You’re going to feel how deep my feelings run for you, Layne.”

After his hands drifted behind her, he popped the clasp on her bra to free her rounded breasts and hardened nipples from the fabric prison. The stubble on his face brushed against her fair skin as his mouth continued its mission to love every part of her. From her collarbone, down over her chest where her heart was beating excitedly, each curve and peak of her breasts, and down the center of her stomach.

Layne’s hands held onto his shoulders as he lowered himself down her body, continuing to slowly drag his lips across her flesh. Eventually, his fingers shimmied the thin straps of her thong away from her hips until it popped free and easily slid down her legs onto the floor.

For all the attention he was giving her, he passed by where she hoped his mouth would end up. Instead, he worked his kisses down one leg and then up the other. When he was finished, he straightened up and lifted her from the workbench, wrapping her legs around his hips.

Joey pecked her lips and smiled. “Don’t give me that look.”

Her arms wrapped around his neck to keep herself close to him and she rolled those lively green eyes of hers. “What look?”

“The look where you get impatient and want my cock bad enough you don’t realize you’re pouting.” He chuckled and walked with her out of the garage, carrying her through the house until they came to the living room currently cast in darkness.

Carefully traversing his way through the room, he made it to the gas fireplace. Using one arm to support her against him, his hand reached out to flip a switch on the wall so that the soft glow of flames illuminated the room.

Arguing, Layne responded, “I don’t pout.” She pouted stubbornly.

He lowered them both down to the floor, setting Layne on her back. Joey kicked off his shoes to the side before he stripped himself out of his jeans and boxer briefs. The amber lighting from the fire at their side danced across his body, revealing the long length of his dick.

Kneeling between her legs, his hands ran up along her inner thighs. “Don’t lie to me, Layney,” he playfully teased her with a grin. His tongue ran over his lips as he looked down at her pussy. There was just enough light that he could see the gleam of her excitement across those pretty lips.

Whimpering quietly, she shifted her hips, her body ready to feel the pleasure of his touch.

Leaning down, his fingers spread her folds to expose her even further to him. Joey’s tongue ran from her opening up to her clit in a languid stroke.

It triggered a delightful shiver from Layne as she gasped out.

He continued to taste her arousal, his tongue progressively teasing her sensitive nub. Every contact made with her body was purposeful toward incrementally getting her closer to the cusp of an orgasm.

Nearing her release, Layne’s hips rode against his mouth to seek out the key to her ecstasy. One hand grasped onto the top of his head while the other clawed at the soft area rug underneath her.

She was getting so damn close and Joey knew it would only take one more graze of his teeth across her clit before she would be swept away in her release.

Opting to pull back, he shifted himself over top of her. Passionately he kissed her, letting her taste the flavor of her own body on his tongue.

Positioning the tip of his cock at the opening of her cunt, he spoke against her mouth. “I’m yours, always and forever, Layne.”

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