Page 82 of No Summer Hotter than You

“I—” she started with a hitched breath. “I’m in love with you.”

My heart started thundering in my ears so hard it might as well burst out of my chest. I took in an achingly short inhale before wheezing out, “Since when?”

“It all started off as a crush last year after my car accident. My feelings for you began to kill me more and more with each passing day the more I fell for you.” A soft sob escaped her lips. “I thought I could burn away all my feelings for you if we fake dated. If I could pretend you were mine for just a month, then maybe I’d be able to let all I felt for you go. It’s such a stupid assumption because I fell even more in love with you instead. I love you, Anthony.”

A wobbly smile touched her lips, and I smiled in return. I treaded through the water to her and reached out to wipe away her tears. Her body trembled as she let out another cry under my touch.

“Now that I’m yours, you can never let me go. I am yours, Shoua. All yours,” I said firmly.

I peppered kisses up her neck to her jawline before she grabbed my face with trembling hands. She pulled me into a heated kiss, sucking on my lips. I groaned, breaking our kiss.

“Make me yours tonight.” Her voice shook as she breathed hotly into my face.

We kissed briefly again before I trailed my tongue down her neck. I captured one of her nipples in my mouth, and she let out the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard—a sharp gasp. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking her nipple as deep into my mouth as I could, and she moaned loudly. She reached down to my aching cock and started.

I let out a shaky breath as my hand slipped down to rub circles on her clit. She arched her chest farther into my mouth. I gave this nipple one last hard suck before moving onto the other one. Her grip around my cock tightened and I hissed sharply as her breath hitched.

Shoua pulled away from the kiss and pressed her lips against my ear. “Fuck me, Anthony,” she whispered lowly, sending euphoric chills down my spine as she gave my cock one final last firm pump.

We clambered back onto the deck and rinsed off the lake water in the outdoor shower. Even in a lip-lock, I easily lifted her and wrapped her legs around my waist so we were chest to chest. I carried her back to our room—wet and completely bare—like we were the only people in this entire house. If someone woke up right then and there and came out to the hallway and saw us, I wouldn’t have cared.

The moment I closed our bedroom door, I swung around and pinned her against it. Our skin was still slick from the outdoor shower as I drew circles over her clit. She shuddered under my fingers as I continued to write out the letters of my name onto her bud. Her breath shook as I positioned myself in front of her slit, loving the way she tightly hung on to me. I slipped in easily and we shared a soft moan. I began thrusting long strokes into her as she made an array of moans, sighs, and whines.

“Anthony,” she babbled softly with each deep stroke.

I answered with a shaky murmur and intensified the rhythm of my thrusts. With each deep-seated pump into her, Shoua got louder and louder. At this point, we were bound to wake up the whole house; I knew I couldn’t continue to slam into her wet pussy in this position.

I carried her to the bed and released her despite not wanting to. I climbed on and slapped her sexy ass. She let out a hitched groan and rolled her eyes.

“Come put that sweet pussy on my face, cowgirl,” I demanded. “I’ve been craving it every single day since I first got a taste of it.”

I quickly laid down and motioned her to come to me. She did as I commanded, climbing over me with her thick, luscious thighs on both sides of my face. I smiled as I locked eyes with her, and then I kissed and licked the inside of her thighs, causing her breath to hitch.

“You better hang onto that headboard, baby. You’re going to need it with this tongue in that pussy,” I said.

“You talk so nasty,” she scolded with a beautiful smile. “And I thought you’d whisper sweet nothings into my ear as you ram your big cock into me.”

I chuckled. “Don’t be so upset, baby. I can do both.”

I stuck out my tongue and lewdly flattened it, signaling I was ready to savor her. She positioned herself on my face as I grabbed her hips. We both moaned as I kissed her pussy. Her sweet nectar overflowed into my mouth. I hummed. She screamed softly.

In a withering mess, she grabbed the headboard and rolled her hips along my tongue. I devoured her while slowly stroking my stiff shaft.

She was mine.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

I swirled my tongue over her folds and sucked in her clit, making her moan. She looked down at me with wide, lustful eyes, and covered her mouth with her hand. I chuckled and she withered again with a hushed wail.

“Oh my God,” I heard her babble.

I sucked again and drew out the longest sigh from her. My tongue lapped over her folds, and I slipped deep into her to taste her honeyed sweetness. Shoua’s moans got more labored and louder. She grabbed my hair with one hand and continued to hold on to the headboard for dear life with the other. I groaned at the sharp tug on my scalp.

Her hips began to roll at a feverish speed, my tongue remaining on her clit and folds. I slurped as she let out a hushed moan. She was close to coming, and her thighs were quivering around my face. Her moans were becoming nothing but hitched breaths. She came violently; her legs clamped around my head tightly and she tugged at my hair.

After eating my share of her sweet pussy, I pulled away and smiled. With a sharp slap to her ass, I said, “Ride me, cowgirl. I want to see the way you ride this bull.”

CHAPTER 32

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