Page 98 of What About Love

“T...sir, please,” she panted. “I won’t do that again. I swear, but I can’t take anymore.”

“Ah, darlin’, I’m thinking you can.”

Leaning down, he pushed her thighs wide apart, his mouth moving over her pussy once more. It didn’t linger, however. Moving up her belly next, he licked and lapped a wet path. Veering off at her breasts, he sipped a nipple between his lips then sucked hungrily until she was writhing beneath him. He nibbled his way to the other aching tip, treating it to the same.

When he reached her mouth and claimed it, she tasted herself on his lips and searching tongue.

Without breaking the kiss, his hips wedged between her thighs, and he plunged inside, filling her. With both feet beside her head, his cock surged incredibly deep with each long stroke. Reflexively, her hands came to his shoulders, and she hung on—the only thing she could do—as he drove them both to a hair-tingling, heart-thumping, finger-curling, couch-shaking orgasm.

Granted, she couldn’t be sure of the first, but as she clung to him, she heard his heart pounding in his chest and the delicious bite of his fingers curling into the flesh of her ass. As with everything about T, when he came, he came big, roaring with such pleasure that she swore she heard the window panes rattle as his body shook hard.

Not a low-key, pleasant, nice vibration but a big freakin’ tremor from all two hundred sixty pounds of him. It transferred to her body and on through to her kick-ass, wide-cushioned, estate sale couch where their comfortable discussion of what they were now embarking on had all started.

A long while later, once their heartbeats had slowed and their skin had cooled, Angie stirred from where her cheek lay on his chest. Angling her head back, she looked up at him. His eyes were closed, the thick blackness of his lashes like a silk fan against his cheek. She also noted the dark shadow of a scruffy beard along his jaw. She could feel where it had abraded the skin on her inner thighs, breasts, and cheeks but didn’t mind in the least.

“T?” she called softly.

He didn’t stir but answered with a relaxed, “Mm-hmm?”

“I think you answered well enough.”

Luminous brown eyes opened and gleamed down at her. “About what, darlin’?”

“About everyday life. You are definitely a bleed-over kind of guy.”

A slow smile tipped his lips, and the sexy dimple appeared in his cheek. “Will you mind, do you think?”

She giggled. “After that, do you have to ask?”

As they both grinned, he rolled, pulling her over his body then rolled again, settling her back on the couch with him on top. She took his weight easily, since he braced himself with his elbows. “You came beautifully for me and we created so many sparks, my hair stood on end.”

Ah, another question answered, sort of.

He parted her thighs with his knee, his resurgent erection gliding smooth and stiff along the seam of her pussy. “That’s never happened before. Let’s see if we can do it again.”

They did, and this time, he said his hair actually tingled.

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