Page 19 of The Revenge Bride

He dips his head to the hem of my shirt and drags it over my breasts with his teeth.

The stubble of his chin rasps across the front of my bra to the top of my breasts.

A whimper pulls from me.

He turns his head back and forth, letting the stubble rub me. Then his tongue flicks between my breasts.

I’m about to say that we shoulddefinitelyhead to the bedroom when he latches onto my nipple through my bra.

“I’m ready to try,” I finally get the words out.

“I don’ttry, baby. I succeed. Relax and trust me.”

He lifts his head to look at me, then frames my face with his hands. “I like the shape of your lips. I like the way they taste and feel beneath mine.” He kisses me. Soft. Quick.

He swishes his hips back and forth, his cock pushing against me. Fanning the fire burning through me.

Then in one swift move, he tugs my shirt completely off, and his gaze feasts on my breasts.

“I knew. I knew your body was beautiful. But my imagination doesn’t do you justice.”

“Rhett,” his name is pulled from me in a tangle of lust and hope.

He unclasps my bra and drops it at my feet. “Wow.” He strokes me, slowly gliding his fingers down to my nipples. “They’re standing at attention for me.”

When his mouth closes over one, I let out a gasp. He twirls his tongue around, then tugs, pulling it in deeper, sucking hard.

“Please…” I’m dying to feel his cock filling me up. Riding me hard.

“I will, honey. I will please you.”

He reaches for my shorts, pushing them down. When I bend to remove them, he puts his hand between my legs, opening and closing his fingers outside my panties. The tugging pressure is exquisite.

“Let’s get these off. A pussy this beautiful shouldn’t be covered.” He strips me of my panties.

“I’m on the pill,” I blurt out because I’m ready to get to the main attraction.

“You’re going to have to wait to get this dick because you look good enough to eat and I’m a starving man.”

Rhett picks me up and carries me into the kitchen, putting me on top of the table.

“Lie back.”

He grabs an ottoman and puts it at the end of the table. Then he kneels on it. “I’m going to eat you out until you’re empty.”

Putting his hands on my thighs, he pushes my legs apart.

Rhett

Lucy’s pussy glistens with her wetness. I kiss the inside of one thigh, then the other before palming them, gently massaging down to her knees, then back up. I hate that someone taught her she was the problem when it came to sex.

I want to make her come. Long. Loud. I want to give her the ride of her life. Burying myself so deep inside her it feels like a piece of me melts and reforms as part of her.

I rest my hand on top of her pussy. “Beautiful curls. Soft.” I twirl my fingers across her, then touch the pad of my index finger to the top of her pussy.

Using my other hand, I ease the lips apart. “Pink pleasure all for me. I’m going to get full here.”

She clenches her ass cheeks. “I need it.”

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