Page 6 of Paradise (Alphas Forever 4)

“Let’s talk about these heaving bosoms,” I murmur as I slip the strap of her dress down her shoulder. I pop one full breast out of her top and capture the tip between my teeth, pleased when I hear her gasp. My hands cup her ass, pulling her tighter against me.

“Your ass is perfect,” I say. I squeeze, loving the feel of the thick flesh that gives under my fingers.

“Not too big?” She lets out an embarrassed giggle.

“Never,” I say and slant my mouth over hers.

Gliding my hands up her thighs and under her little slip of a dress, I find out there’s very little between us. Just the smallest triangle of silk covers her mound, and it’s already damp beneath my fingers.

“Ryan,” she pants as I stroke my thumb over the damp silk of her panties. “Wait. Stop.”

I pull my hands away and rest them on her waist. “What’s wrong? Did I do something to hurt you?”

“No. It’s just that I’ve never…I’ve never been with anyone.” Gemma flushes from the tips of her upturned breasts to her sweet cheeks.

“My little gem, you’re going to be the death of me,” I groan and bury my head against her arm.

“But I want to. With you.” Her voice is pleading. But I can’t just fuck her here on the deck. Not for her first time. It needs to be more special than that.

“Not today,” I say, and stand up, taking her with me. My arms are wrapped firmly around her plump ass, and I turn her, putting her into the seat I’ve just vacated. “Today is just about you.”

I drop to my knees and push her legs apart, sliding her dress up her thighs. When I find the thin silk of her panties, I wrap my fingers around the elastic and tug them off. She’s looking straight at me, not blinking, not speaking, just watching me as I pick up one leg and place it on my shoulder.

“Oh,” she gasps as I spread the lips of her juicy, hot pussy, and stroke through the wet folds. And then she gasps even louder when I lower my head and follow my finger with my tongue, gliding over the flesh, tasting and swirling around the swollen nub of her clit.

I suck it between my teeth, biting down lightly. And when I slide one finger, and then another, into her tight channel, she arches against me, pushing against my mouth. As she comes, she lets out a wild sound that reassures me I’ve accomplished what I set out for.

And when she slides off the chair, boneless and shaking, into my arms, I kiss her. And kiss her. And kiss her again until neither of can breathe without the other.

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