Page 60 of Cougar Chronicles

She pressed her lips to his, exerting more pressure, touched her tongue to his upper lip. Such gorgeous full lips! A true pleasure to kiss. The tickle between legs intensified. She could almost feel her labia swelling, her juices accumulating. Oh, this was going to be a wonderful night. A wonderful, pleasurable night. All she had to do was be Starr.

A slow burn of lust curled through her. She tasted the tang of his scotch on his tongue as its tip touched hers. His mouth opened against hers, as if asking permission to take more. With a thrust of her tongue, she granted it, and what had been a light and teasing kiss became passionate, raw, and primal.

Tongues lashed and dueled, lips nipped and ground against each other. Teeth nibbled and bit. She sucked at his lower lip, at his upper, at both together. Her mouth was demanding and greedy, taking all she could with this one kiss.

His groan reverberated against the back of her throat, exciting her even more. Open-mouthed and wet, the kiss went on and on. Liquid spilled from her martini glass and trickled down her arm, and when the elevator dinged its arrival at her floor, she hardly heard it.

Michael tore his mouth from hers, breaking the suction with a loud smack. “We’re here.”

“Where?”

“Your floor, your room.” He pressed his lips to her cheek. “That was some kiss, sweetheart.” He took her cosmo. “I think we lost some of our drinks.”

“I have more in my room.”

“Oh, I don’t think we need any more.” He winked at her. “I want you completely coherent for what I have planned.”

Right, she didn’t need alcohol. Starr Shannon didn’t drink. Stacy didn’t need to drink tonight either. She was feeling warm but not buzzed. Just as well, as Michael said. If this was going to happen, she wanted to remember every single, solitary detail of making love to the hottest man on the planet.

“This way,” she said, leading him to room 1543. Quickly, she slid her keycard into the slot and opened the door.

Michael set their half-empty glasses on a table and grabbed Stacy, forcing her against the wall. His mouth opened against her neck, and he sucked her flesh against his lips.

The sweet pressure made Stacy crazy. Her pussy pulsed in time with her heartbeat, and her head swam. Michael’s hardness pushed against her belly, and he ground it into her as his lips moved upward. He traced her jawline with tiny kisses and nibbled over the same path.

Nectar gushed between her legs. Her body was on alert. Every sensation seemed magnified.

“You’re so amazing, sweetheart. So beautiful.”

His words were a slow caress, adding to the sensual agitation already flowing through her.

“I want you so bad, Stacy. So fucking bad.”

She opened her eyes. Michael had stopped kissing her, had bent his legs to press his cock against her mound. Her clit throbbed inside her panties. Too many clothes, too many barriers. Her tiny black skirt, her thin panties—it was all too much. She wanted to be naked with Michael. Naked and sexy and nasty.

“I want you too. I want to fuck you. I want to suck your cock. I want you to eat me. Will you eat me, Michael?”

He groaned, and his handsome face contorted into a sensual grimace. He inhaled. “God, I can already smell you. You smell like sex, Stacy. Like sweet sex. I want to bury my face between your legs. I promise I’ll eat you until you scream.”

She was ready to scream now. He lifted his shirt and threw it on the ground as she toyed with the snap on his jeans. Lord, he’d gone commando. His erection sprang out as soon as she unzipped, and it was more beautiful than she’d ever imagined. She’d described many a penis in her writing, but Michael’s golden shaft was worthy of a whole page. Long, thick, and perfectly formed, it stood at attention, ready to pleasure her. Ready to be pleasured.

He fumbled with the edge of her fishnet top, lifting it over her head, stopping to squeeze her full round breasts on the way.

“Perfect,” he said. “These are so fucking perfect.”

“I told you they’re real.”

He unsnapped her black push-up bra and pulled it off her, letting it drop to the floor. Her breasts fell gently against her chest.

“God, I believe you.” He cupped them, squeezed them. “They’re so soft, so pliable. They’re real all right. When I thought you were married, I swear to God I thought your husband was the luckiest SOB in the free world to get to lick and suck these every night.”

Her body quaked as she readied to channel her character once more. “Well, tonight is your lucky night, handsome. They’re all yours.”

He groaned and lowered his head, dropping kisses along her cleavage. “You smell like ripe peaches.” He cupped one breast, gently teasing the nipple with his index finger.

Stacy gasped as the bud drew up tighter and her areola became taut and wrinkled. When he dipped his head and touched his tongue to the nub, electricity flashed through her.

David hadn’t paid much attention to her breasts. And though she’d done her share of making out before David, she’d been a good girl and hadn’t let any man venture underneath her clothing. This was the sizzle she’d written about, the amazing sensation of mouth on nipple.

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