Page 17 of Torqued Off

Leaning down, I slowly near her face. It’s like we both want to draw the moment out. I gently press my lips to the round of her forehead, just brushing the soft skin like a leaf on the wind. I brush my lips over an eyelid as it flutters closed. Her dulcet moans echo through the air.

“You know, we could wait…” I whisper into her ear as I bite the teardrop lobe, flicking it with my tongue as I move to her neck.

Her hands finally leave their grip on the edge and they seize my waistband. “Only if you want to…”

Not a chance, baby…

I bend my knees to grip her ass and lift her into the air.

“Thane, you need to be careful.”

I stop with her right at my face. “Here’s the deal. I’ll let you know if I’m not feeling well. I’ll let you know if there’s a problem. I promise, I won’t keep you out of what’s going on, but until then, you believe that everything is okay and I’ve never been better.”

Her eyes bounce back and forth between mine. “Deal. Now, are we going to fuck, or what?”

“Your wish is my command.”

I stomp the hallway, taking long strides. I toss her onto the bed and her hair fans out like a halo around her head.

“You are gorgeous,” I say while pulling my T-shirt over my head.

She scrambles to her knees and starts exploring my skin. “Ditto.” Her lips follow the path of her finger tips, igniting every inch of skin along the way.

I growl as she nears my belt. She doesn’t hesitate and works the buckle while still dappling my body with hot and steamy kisses. The woman’s mouth is an inferno and I can only ima—

Oh, fuck…

She’s dropped my jeans and boxers in one move, pushes me back against the fridge, and her mouth is suckling at the tip of my cock. He’s faster at getting hard than my bike is at going zero to sixty miles an hour. And my bike is damn fast. She kneels in front of me and for as much as I know she’s worshipping me, I’m doing the same to her. She’s a goddess on her knees.

Her tongue does this fancy trick move, of down the shaft, up and over the mushroom head. Over and over until my nuts are rising up. But this isn’t what I want for us. I need to feel her. And be a part of her.

“Baby, Bree…babe…hey,” I grunt every word, but she stays there. “Shit…Bree!”

She looks up and that look tells me all. She wants this. She’s in a zone to both please me and it’s revving her engine as much as mine. Her hand is down her jeans and she’s playing with herself.

“Jesus, babe. Fuck you’re beautiful. Play that clit. I want to see you come.”

She moans around my dick and the vibrations go right to my balls. She starts panting and her mouth starts moving faster. I grab the back of her head and rock into her, careful not to drive too far. I won’t hurt my goddess ever.

Her whimpers escalate and we’re both at the fever pitch. There’s no turning back and I couldn’t stop the rush even if I wanted to.

“Fuck!” I drive deep into her mouth and hold there as my body pumps every ounce of seed in quick bursts. Being connected to her like this is more than heaven. I’ve hit nirvana.

Her eyes grow big, but at the same time she mumbles a cuss around my cock and her body shakes, her lips moving to just the tip of my cock while she rides her hand through the breaking crests of her orgasm tidal wave.

I kick off my boots and my jeans, lift her to her feet, and scoop her into my arms. Carrying her to my bed feels like I’m claiming her as mine. I’ll be the man she needs and she’ll never consider running again. And with Deacon out of the picture for a very long time, she’ll have the peace she deserves.

I stand back and take the canvas in. She’s got two tattoos, one on her upper right thigh that’s of a butterfly emerging from a cocoon and another on her upper left shoulder of a tree dropping leaves.

“What the meaning of the tree?” I ask, tracing the falling leaves down to her nipple with my lips.

“The cycle of a tree, renewing in the spring, and—” She sucks in a breath when I flick the perky tip with my tongue. “Filling out in the summer, enjoying the sun and heat. Then in the fall they lose their leaves to become part of the earth again and have time of rest during the winter. It’s a reminder to me that change is natural. That I need to embrace every season of my life.”

I look up at her. “Beautiful…”

She cups my face. “You make me feel beautiful with the way you look at me.”

I scoot down her body, peppering kisses over the softness of her stomach until coming face to face with the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. I decide not to torture her. I go right for that juicy center and drive my tongue in deep, the softness pulses.

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