Page 47 of Mustang Valley

I can’t take much more of this. My clit is tingling, my core is heavy, a storm is brewing in my belly… my heart is pounding so hard I think I’ll faint soon. And when his thumb flicks over my bottom lip, I part my mouth and whisper, “If you keep looking at me like that… I’m going to catch on fire.”

His jaw ticks. “Fuck it.”

He grabs both sides of my face and crashes his lips into mine, and I give my mouth to him willingly. He kisses me furiously, his stubble rasping at my chin. His tongue takes a quick taste, and when his lips leave my mouth, I think it’s over before it started, but he just moves his mouth to my neck and covers me with wild licks and bites. My head sighs back, opening my body up for him to take.

One of his hands threads through my hair, and the other wraps around my waist, securing me close to him. This kiss races me down a raging river of lust and emotion. I’m getting swept up, swept away by a current so powerful I know I won’t be in the same place when all this is over. Nothing matters. Not that he’s my boss. Not my knee. Not all the risks I’m taking. I should be fighting this, but I can’t. It’s like death by this man’s kiss is my destiny.

He lets his hand from my head fall to my breast where he caresses, firm but gentle, and traces a circle around my tight nipple with his thumb. He peels his lips from mine for a moment, dropping his forehead to mine. He fondles and squeezes and strokes my tit. “Fuck, Molly…”

My core throbs for him. All I have energy for is doing everything he wants so I can make him say those two words again. His hand wanders up my chest and wraps around my throat, and that thumb of his runs gentle pressure up and down the column of it, his touch takes ownership of my breath. My reason. And of course, any will to say no.

This kiss is more than what we shared in the Valley. I know it is… and by the way his tongue devours me and his manly moans tumble down my throat, he does, too.

We aren’t stopping at kissing.

Dash scoops me up in his arms, steps through the threshold but before he carries me to bed, he kicks the door shut with his foot… like a gentleman.

ChapterNineteen

DASH

I can’t resistthis woman anymore. She’s owned my mind from the minute I saw her dripping wet in the doorway of this very room. And even though my past put up a fight, it’s almost like there’s some external force controlling me, because as I take Molly in my arms to her bed ready to become one with this beautiful woman, I shut that voice out completely.

I put her down carefully on the bed, and it’s the last careful thing I do. Nothing about this is careful. It’s reckless. Dangerous even, because I know full well the kind of pain a woman like this could cause me. But right now, I’m willing to put my life on the line just to have her for one, sole night.

I rip my shirt up and off so hard I swear a button of my Henley pops off. She yanks her shirt overhead, too, and the pace is fast as we race to take the rest of our clothes off. But when she unclasps her bra and those exquisite tits of hers exhale all over her womanly torso, I know I’ll be fucking done in two seconds flat if I don’t slow us down.

I straddle her, run my hands up her sides, grazing her nipples with my thumbs along the way. I draw her arms up overhead and pin them to the bed. “No need to hurry, Sunshine.” I nibble her neck. “I’m going to take…” I kiss down to her collarbone… “My…” Peppering my way to those breasts, more full and luscious than I even imagined… I suck her nipple into my mouth and bite gently. “Time.”

Sucking her flesh into my mouth, I moan onto her tight, pebbled nipple, devouring her breast greedily. Her skin is every bit as smooth and powdery soft as it looks. It’s skin you can get lost in. I could sustain myself for a lifetime on the taste of it.

“Fuck, Molly, you are flawless.”

Her head falls back when she hears my words. I never stop running my tongue in circles around her dusky, pebbled nipples. They keep calling my name, but I reach up to wrap my hand around her exposed neck. I love the beat of her pulse pounding under my thumb, feeling her life. With my hand there, there’s no hiding how she responds to me. I flatten my tongue and lick around on the soft skin of her breasts. Her groan vibrates my palm. I take her nipple between my teeth, and her throat bobs, swallowing; her jaw clenches.

Her pleasure is mine. I want to please her. I want it all.

Trailing my tongue down her breastbone, I trace her skin, kissing and nibbling her flesh and arriving near her core. Molly’s stomach is perfect. I want a real woman. Curves. Skin to sink my fingers into. Abundance. Molly’s body is all of these things. She’s real. Every inch of her is authentic, it’s life. It’s raw. And it’s making my cock so damn hard my pulse pounds wildly in my shaft.

By the time I get to her hips, I’m fucking feral. My teeth scrape against the skin just next to her panties, and I breathe in that womanly fragrance my fantasies about this woman just couldn’t find. Her smell is delicious, a tempting musky honey. I bite the fabric of her panties and yank it away from her pussy then let it snap back against her folds.

Pink. Fucking. Cotton. Pretty. Playful. Natural. Just like her. I hook my finger through the fabric at her hips and slide them down. She wiggles, dancing them loose to help me. I’m extra gentle over her knee, and when I finally have them in my grasp, I fucking inhale their scent because it was the sense I just couldn’t conjure when I fisted my cock to the thought of her. And I’m never going to forget it.

She blinks hard, watching me with her scrunched panties in my hand, breathing them in.

“Fuck, Sunshine…” my voice rumbles, “you smell good everywhere.”

She covers her eyes, hiding, embarrassed, but I don’t play that game. We’re both going to be here for this. I pry back one hand and put the panties in front of her nose. “Go on.”

She lets out a curt, disbelieving laugh, but her gaze settles on mine. I’m dead serious. Molly breathes in her scent, and there’s something about her doing that that’s even better than when I did it.

“You smell that sweet pussy? If you smell like that, fuck, I can’t wait to taste you.”

I throw her panties to the side.

She bites her lip bashfully. “You have quite the mouth on you…” She says it nervously, but I hear what she’s really saying. She wants more.

It’s right there in her eyes—desire, wonder… Nobody has ever spoken to her this way.

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