Page 71 of Swamp Kings 2

The soft curiosity felt like a tongue along her neck. Her body was already having sex just at the sight of him. “I… well, it’s…” Her eyes were literally stuck on it. “I’m a nurse, and I’ve… I’ve,” she whispered.

The blade of his knife flashed before her and broke the spell.

“Was thinking to break you out of that prison the quick way.”

She stared at him, back to terrified of being seen. “Already,” she sputtered,bringing his sexy half smile.

He lowered the knife and his head a little.

“Okay,” she hurried, getting his hesitant gaze. “I’m… I’m not ready but let’s do it.”

He sat next to her with such a casual grace, it baffled her. “We’ll wait till you’re ready.”

“I’m ready,” she assured, getting his head shake as he stared between them.

“You’re not.”

“I am,” she said, fear making her heart pound. “I’m bloody shy,” she cried. “Are you sureyou’reready?”

He aimed his raised brows at her with a smile then looked down at his naked self in answer.

“Well… Iwasready earlier, before you went to snoring and leaving me to bloody freeze to death.”

His gaze slowly sobered and she drew her knees up at what it meant. He suddenly leaned in, and she gasped when his mouth stopped right before hers. Then his lips gently pressed in, triggering the gasps. “You were ready?” he whispered, stroking the length of her face with his warm fingers.They paused at her jaw then continued along her neck.

“Yes,” she whispered, gripping the bear fur as she waited for him to take. Take whatever he wanted.

“What were you ready for?” he murmured on her mouth, pressing soft kisses.

Shallow bursts escaped her as she stared into his eyes. “You. All of you.”

Her body jerked as he ripped the dress right in half from the already shredded bottom, exposing her. His gaze angled on her, his groan thick with hunger.

“Take it all off.”

She gasped and discreetly scooted her way out of the odd pantaloon under pants, keeping the cotton bloomers on and matching camisole. He eyed it and shook his head, the tip of his knife ripping straight up the buttons and exposing her breasts. He tossed the knife and took hold of her arms, tugging them away from her chest, his gaze hungry. Her heart clenched when he paused the forced revealhalfway through, only staring.

Random jokes about small boobs got flung out when he dove on one with his mouth and the other with his greedy hand, his hot groan ripping through her fears. The hard pull of his lips on her nipple brought an explosion of lusty whimpers from her. He took her mouth next, his tongue thrusting and demanding against hers, his huge hand a hot collar on the back of her neck.

“Your beauty is a fucking miracle,” he swore, his breaths thick on her mouth as he slid his hand over her cotton panties. “I wanna sin all over you.”

She cried out as he moved his huge fingers over her privates, feeling and seeking.

He gave another groan when she opened her legs, repeating the delicious assault, bringing her shaking gasps and flicking hips.

“You need this, baby?” he whispered, moving his hand in firm circles, eyeing her then watching her pump his hand. “Mmmm fuck,” he barely said, gripping her pussy, her moans bold and free as she grabbed his wrist, not wanting him to ever stop.

She closed her eyes and dropped her head back and he immediately grabbed the back of her neck again and forced her face back down. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes, oh yes.”

“It’s what I fucking want,” he shuddered. “I want to lick and suck every inch of you.”

“Oh God,” she cried.

“You want that?”

“Yes.”

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