Page 17 of Chasing Wild Heart

She nods eagerly as one of her hands trails between her legs.

“Even sexier than all this?” I tease, sweeping a hand over my naked torso before swatting her fingers away.

“Mmmmm.” She scowls at my palm guarding her pussy. “You without a shirt is nothing new, Dash. But you just magnified your sexiness by a hundred with that move.”

Interesting.

“Hands up,” I order, stepping between her legs, as my fingers find the bottom hem of her shirt.

She complies, and I quickly pull it over her head and toss it over my shoulder.

A tortuous groan rumbles from my throat when I slip her gray sports bra over head, revealing her beautiful tits. My dick hardens impossibly more at the contrast in her skin between the sun kissed and the pale outline of the sports bras. I’m the lucky bastard with the chance to see what she hides from the rest of the world.

“Fuck, Juniper,” I rumble lowly, slowly running a finger over a taut nipple.

“Dash,” she whines breathlessly, her head falling back, as I repeat the motion to the other tit begging for attention.

Even though my finger wants to stay longer to play, the rest of my hand slowly drags lower to the waistband of her black leggings. As soon as the pants and a pair of white lacy underwear hit the floor, I step back to stare at the gorgeous masterpiece of a naked Juniper Mitchell.

My mind desperately wants to remember every detail in case this is the only chance I have with her.

Her palms lay flat on the table behind her, and her short legs dangle off the edge of the table. Her fiery gaze and coy smirk invite me closer. Her perky tits bounce with each breath she takes. A small glimpse of her pussy makes my mind spin with all the ways to tease, tantalize, and please.

I edge closer, flattening my hand against the smooth expanse above her chest, and gently push her onto her back. A tortured cry slips between her lips when a finger “accidentally” brushesagainst a rock-hard nipple. My chest and cock swell with pride, knowing I’m the one driving her wild with need.

The little brat props herself up on her elbows with a self-satisfying smile, watching my hands spread her thighs wider.

I inhale sharply and deeply at the better view of her sweet pussy and the intoxicating scent of her arousal.

I know I should punish her with long, lingering strokes of my tongue. Torment her until she’s begging me to fuck her hard. But at this point, I would only be torturing both of us.

Because I need to taste her. I need my hands on her. I just need her.

Slipping my hands under her thighs to cup her ass, I lean forward, bury my face into her sweet core, and breathe her in.

Holy fucking shit.

Trapped between her legs would be the best way to die.

“Dash,” Juni cries the instant my tongue laps vigorously at the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Her fingers rake through my hair, alternating between holding me closer or attempting to push me away. My tight grip on her ass keeps her from squirming away.

I desperately want to whip out my cock and jerk off at the same time she comes, but my hands rebel at the notion of leaving the warmth and curves of her body.

Instead, my fingers dig deeper into her dewy skin as she rides my face until I recognize the tell-tale signs of her imploding pleasure.

Even after screaming my name and cursing like a sailor when she arches her back for a second or two, I continue to feast on her heat. She might think she’s done, but I’m not. Not even close.

“Dash,” she whimpers, probably feeling the exhilaration build again.

I smirk against her wet pussy before shoving two fingers inside.

“Fuck me,” Juni wails, bowing her back again to ride my fingers.

“I will, baby, I will,” I murmur before lapping my tongue against her clit.

Listening to her shriek my name again and feeling her nails rake over my scalp only intensifies my need for her. She’s a sight, laying on her back and attempting to regain her breath, as I fish a condom from my wallet and pull off my jeans and black boxer briefs.

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