Page 58 of Succeeding Love

“Wow to you,” I husked, leaning into the door frame. “Want to try on my swim shorts right now?”

“Maybe.” her eyes were still on my junior.

I took that as a green flag to do the same, sweeping my gaze down her compact frame. The towel was bunched in her fist at her chest, and she was spilling over it. Her legs were smooth and delicious. Looking at her would not make junior go down any faster.

“Here.” I held the bag in front of her eyes, blocking her stare. “You needed this?”

“I think I need something else now,” she murmured. Her eyes went wide, and her lips pressed together. “What is wrong with me?” She groaned. “Where’s my filter?”

I was done. To hell with being patient, being reserved. To hell with waiting for the nighttime. She wanted me, and I sure as hell wanted her.

I dropped her bag to the ground. “You don’t need a fucking filter,” I growled. “I’ll give you what you really need.” I pulled her to me, grabbing her small face in both of my hands, trying to be as gentle as I could. I angled her face to brush my lips softly to hers.

“Yes,” she whispered roughly.

A smile crept to my lips before they came forcefully on hers. I devoured every gasp and moan. She tasted like tacos, zesty lime, and cilantro still coating her lips.

Her hands slipped from the towel, rising to my neck. The towel fell into a pool at her feet. I groaned, unable to resist. My hands slid down her bare back, squeezing her ass before lifting her into my arms. Her legs circled around me, and that’s when I noticed her bald, and oh-so-fucking perfect pussy wetting the front of my shirt.

“Fuck, Lynn. You know where this is heading, right?” I groaned, carrying her to the bed. “You got to tell me now if you want me to stop.”

“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Please.”

“Fuck,” I hissed. Her airy voice was making me delirious.

I laid her on her back, then stood to pull off my shirt. I took a second to admire the slick spot she left on it, smirking and showing her. She bit her lip, muttering an “oops”.

Holding her gaze, I lifted the shirt to my face, inhaling her lusty scent. She squirmed and made the cutest fucking mewling noises.

As I was kicking off my shoes, dragging off my belt and kicking off my jeans, I admired every inch of her body. She was so gorgeous. I knew she was, but seeing her completely naked, needy and on full display for me, just me….

Fuck.

This woman was now mine. Completely.

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Feighlynn

Was this happening? Was this really happening?

That frustrating ache in the pit of my belly was making it impossible to lie still.

Vin.

Oh my golly, I’ve never seen a sexier man in my whole life.

He dug around in a pocket of his bag, making my eyes go wide and my mouth drop slightly when he pulled out an entire row of condoms. At least six total, still stuck together. He dropped the foil packets on the bed and moved his bag to the ground.

“I don’t think you brought enough,” I joked, reaching for the packets to see them. It’s been a long, long time since I’ve seen condoms.

“I don’t think I did either,” he said in a dark, raw voice that made my toes curl.

He leaned over me, and my arms instantly wrapped around his neck, hugging him close. His large, hard body felt so good pressed into mine. His lips moved with mine, driving me into a crazed frenzy.

I needed more. The ache in the pit of my belly was driving me into madness.

His hands were massaging and squeezing my breasts, my hips. He made me feel desired. Wanted. Needed. When his thick fingers found my opening, my back arched and I let out a garbled cry.

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