One night in Daytona (One Night Stands #1) Read Online Free

of tasting her sweet pussy tonight.  Returning to the sofa, his eyes wandered over her prone form.  She had the perfect hourglass figure.  Curves did it for him.  Breasts that overflowed his large hands, a tiny waist that was still a little rounded showing that she wasn’t afraid to eat more than a celery stick, legs that seemed to go on forever in those thigh-highs and killer heels, and her ass.  That ass couldn’t be legal.  It was so deliciously, sinfully round and plump that he hardened just thinking about licking and biting it again.  “Shit, angel, I’m sorry, I got a little carried away before.  You’ve got beard burn all over your perfect ass and legs,” he apologised, gently running his fingertips over the reddened spots.
    “That’s okay.  I can feel everywhere you’ve been.  It’s a nice tingly feeling.”  Grinning, he kissed each of her ass cheeks again and pulled her hips up a little so he could wipe away the taste of the condom.  Tossing aside the cloth, he knelt by Cassie’s side and kissed her hotly.  It didn’t take long for the need to flare in her again and Cassie found herself rolling onto her back and tugging Jos on top of her.  He willingly obliged, pushing her down into the mass of cushions as he settled between her legs.
    “I want, no, I need to taste every inch of you.  I’m gonna start here,” he murmured, his hot breath washing over her ear as he nibbled her lobe as his callused fingertips made a circle around her taut nipple before gliding down her hip to her knee and growling, “down to here.  And everywhere in between.  Everywhere.”
    Jos’ words were the most potent aphrodisiac. Her pussy quivered in anticipation as his fingertips glided back up her body, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples as he kissed, licked, and nibbled down the column of her neck, across her collar bone and down to her breasts.  He buried his face in her ample bosom and licked up the centre of her chest, making her shiver.  Her hips instinctually rocked, attempting to create friction where she needed it most.  “Slow down, angel.  I want to enjoy you.”
    Embarrassed at her complete lack of self-restraint, she cooled fractionally until Jos sucked a nipple into his mouth and pinched the other.  “None of that either.  I want you just as bad.  I got a boner the size of Texas and my cock’s leakin’ everywhere.”  Letting herself relax into his touch again, he proceeded to taste every curve, fold, and line of her body without touching her in the one place she needed him to.
    “Jos, please.”
    “What d’ya need, angel?” He smiled against the soft skin of her inner thigh, a hair’s breath away from her needy pussy.
    “Please make me come.  Please.  I’m fucking begging you.  Lick my pussy, finger fuck me.  Bite down on my clit.  Make me scream.  Please, I’m begging,” she sobbed.
    “Anything for you, angel,” he breathed, a moment before descending on her like she was the air he needed to breathe.  He didn’t lick her; he devoured her.  With the perfect amount of suction, he used his lips, his chin, his teeth, and tongue to drink from her core, using his fingers to tease even more of her essence into his mouth.  When he hit her g-spot and bit down gently on her clit, flicking it with his tongue, the earth fell away from her and time stood still as she shattered in his strong arms.  She screamed his name amongst a string of incoherent sobs and shudders so hard she bucked like a bronco on her uncle’s ranch.  When she had the strength to open her eyes, she watched Jos lick his fingers, ingesting every drop of her.  “Angel, you taste like sweet, sweet nectar.  I could get addicted to your taste,” he growled between peppering soft kisses on her thighs, reddened by his stubble.  He looked up at her, his eyes full of desire and something else.  Something more.
    “I don’t think I can move, but I need to taste you too.  Come up here.” She