Stone Temptation [Texas Stallions 3] Read Online Free Page B

his lips with her tongue and tasted him so thoroughly had his cock drilling through the fabric of his pants.
    The frustration he’d had a moment prior was now a distant memory. Her tongue battled his, sliding up and down with fevered passions. She clawed his neck and then trailed her fingertips over his shoulders and back. He hissed as she pressed her nails deeper into his flesh.
    He pushed back, ripping his shirt up over his head, and tossed it to the floor. Then he did the same with hers, gripping it with both hands and yanking with care up over her head. The black, lacy bra she wore stung his senses like a kick to his nuts.
    She was fucking gorgeous. “Holy shit,” he gasped.
    “What?” she cried breathlessly.
    He couldn’t get the words out. Fuck , he couldn’t get his brain to function because all the blood was running south toward his cock, which now was as hard as a steel spike.
    “Nothing,” he murmured. “Put your arms around my neck, and lift your hips.” His hands quickly went to work unbuttoning her shorts and tugging them down, panties and all.
    Suddenly, all the air was sucked from the room as he gazed at her freshly shaven pussy. He touched her smooth skin and groaned as she leaned back, spreading her legs just enough to give him a little peek at her pretty pink slit.
    Like Pavlov’s dog, he was salivating.
    Unable to think, his body responded to the delights she offered him.
    Immediately kneeling, he spread the folds of her pussy wider and began feasting. Without hesitation, she leaned further back, opening herself for him even more. He took a moment to admire her cunt, slick with the signs of her desire.
    He inserted his middle finger while his mouth clamped down on her clit. Suckling the tender bead, he heard her panting, and her hips began to push toward his welcoming mouth and tongue. He licked and sucked her slowly. Savoring every tantalizing moment he possessed her.
    He didn’t see her do it, but he felt the coarse fabric of her bra as she dropped it. Glancing up, he saw her massaging her supple breasts, pinching and tugging on her nipples. They were erect and just as beckoning to his mouth as her honey-flavored pussy.
    “Ah, Gracie,” he whispered.
     
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    The way he spoke her name had her body humming as if struck by lightning. She said nothing in return, simply arched her back and welcomed his warm mouth to her breasts. He pushed her hands away and pinched one nipple between his forefinger and thumb while he licked and sucked the other. Swirling his tongue with hurried strokes, his hands moved over her ribs and past her belly until his determined fingers found her wet, silken pussy. Heart hammering, she regarded him with fevered interest as he slid his index and middle fingers deep inside her and pulsed them in and out with vigor.
    Desire-drenched, she wanted more than anything to run her hands all over his sculpted body and drag her tongue along every square inch of him until she knew the taste and feel of his body intimately. This was a new type of arousal for her. The idea alone had her pussy pulsating wildly.
    Returning to her mouth, he pressed himself firmly against her. His body was sin incarnate, rock hard, and unbelievably masculine. His sleek, wet tongue dove into her mouth, sliding in with fascinating skill. As a woman who had never been kissed, the stimulation was exquisite. She knew he must think her an inexperienced kisser, but he wasn’t complaining. In fact, if she didn’t know better, she’d assume he was losing control.
    She’d been with enough men to know the signs, but Stone paid closer attention to her needs. No man had ever done that before. She had been there to pleasure them, and the jobs were never reciprocated.
    Stone tasted of iced tea and masculinity. His lips were firm and smooth as they glided over her mouth, cheek, and jaw.
    The sensations blanked out everything around her except him. He was all she could feel, taste, and hear. His touch set