Page 27 of Tempt Her

I don’t give a damn for every reason I could be wrong; this is right as my tongue searches for hers, and I find it. She tangles with mine while salt wets our kiss until our urge grows. It makes her tears stop. They become soft sighs and moans as I reach for her hip, my other hand still laced in her hair; I want inside herso fucking bad. I want this to be right with her because it’s not wrong.We’renot wrong. She deserves this.

“Am I doing this right?” I ask, brushing my lips over hers, gently gasping for breath. “Am I kissing you right?”

“What do you mean?” Lust mixes with confusion in her voice.

“Am I kissing you how you like? I’ve only been with my girlfriend and want to do this right with you.”

She freezes, jerking back. “You have a girlfriend?”Fuck, she’s pissed.“I’m not going to—”

“No. Not anymore. We broke up over a year ago, but she was my first and only woman, and I tried so hard with her, but I could never please her.”

“What do you mean?” she asks again, and shit, I’m fucking this up.

This is my one insecurity and one wish to make right. Like a clock is ticking down on me, I want to feel this with a woman before I leave, before I may never return.

“I read all the books and watched all the porn, and we tried so many things.” I drag my thumb across her plump bottom lip; for some reason, I’m not afraid to tell Stacey. I see her vulnerability; she can see mine. “But I could never make her come, and I always worried it was my fault, that something is wrong with me and—”

“It’s not you, Luke.” Suddenly, her hand cups my hard cock under my pants, making me groan.Shiiiitttt,she feels so good while she rasps, “It’s definitely not you.”

She keeps stroking me, making me drip while the look in her eyes has changed from sadness to shock to sweet seduction. And she’s older than me, in the hottest way, andoh hell, I hope I can handle her.

“Fuck, Stacey,” I mutter. “Fuck, I wanna do everything to you. So fucking bad.”

“Like what?” She sighs like she’ll let me try for her, and I won’t fail,not with her.

Something about Stacey makes me know I can win any war if it’s for her.

“Like I wanna make you come. I wanna watch you do it. Over and over again while you say my name. I wanna make your pussy get so fucking wet for me.”

Her grip on my cock tightens, like with each stroke of my hard-as-hell cock; she’s getting more power. “You want my pussy? And not my tits?”

“I wantallof you.” I squeeze her hips, pulling her against me to feel how much. “Every fucking part of you, but I want your pussy first. I want you to show me how to make you come. I wanna feel you do it on my fingers, or my tongue, or soaking my fucking dick with your slick cum while I fuck you so hard, I don’t care. Damn, I just want you.”

“Have you been thinking about me?”

“Yes,”—fuck, she’s milking my cock so good, but I need her to know—“and not like you’re a piece of ass. I see you. I see that you’re more than hot as fuck.” Butfuck, she’s gonna make me come. I cup her hand and stop her before I do. “Let me prove it. Let me serve you.”

Nothing but desire fills her eyes, and I can tell the idea is new for her… and she loves it.

Her free hand reaches, pulling my neck down to her lips before she steams her hot question over my ear. “Have you been thinking about serving my pussy, Luke?” I slam my eyes shut. “Have you been wanting to pull my yoga pants down and bend me over and spread me open for this big hard dick of yours while you fuck me so hard that I scream for you?”

“Fuck yes.” She can read my dirty mind, and if she stays in there, she’ll be shocked to know all my other dark desires and deeds, what I also do with my hungry dick. “Fuck yes, I want your pussy.”

“Prove it.” She steps back, presenting her body like a test I will easily pass. Reaching to take her sweater off, she tosses it on the floor as her blonde hair tumbles back over her white lace bra.

And I groan, lust hitting my bones so hard at her dark nipples under lace. At her breasts almost spilling out and wanting me to catch them in my itching palm. My tongue too.

But first, I want this. I want thatY, her valley of seduction that walks past me in tight spandex pants, barely teasing with hints of lips I want to spread open and lick, serving her until she comes in my mouth.

Yes, I’ve wanted to use my strength all week, ripping those pants into shreds, and tonight, she’s wearing a black pair.

They look metallic, like a bright shiny sex object capturing your gaze, but Stacey isn’t an object to me. Cupping my hand over what I’ve craved, I can feel her heat as she moans while I tease her ear, “Right here. This is where I wanna serve you. I wanna make you feel so good. I wanna be so fucking bad with you too. But I want more than your pussy. I want your pleasure. I want your moans. I wanna see you come while I watch your thighs shake for me.”

“Do it.” She starts pushing her leggings down. “Please. You have no idea how long it’s been. How I’ve never felt this before either.”

Damn, I could let that take me down a dark, sad path. I could let my mind reconcile just how lonely she’s been. How’s she sharing so much of her pain with those two heartbreaking words—never felt.

“Let me serve you.” I gently brush her hands away from her leggings so I can do it.

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