The Boy Next Door Read Online Free Page B
Author: Staci Parker
the other nipple between his fingers until her breath was nothing more than tiny gasps for air.
She clutched and pulled at his tee shirt, yanking it over his head when he finally released her breast. His chest was tanned; the flat hard planes of his chest giving way to the chiseled abs that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. As though he was just a mirage, she gazed at him and slowly moved her hands out to stroke his body. He groaned as her fingers taunted and tickled him, and his hips bucked with the tips of her fingers dipped just below his waistband.
“You’re beautiful,” she breathed, relishing the way his body responded to her touch.
He pulled at her legs until they were wrapped around him, and he shifted sideways until she was on her back on the couch. He crouched between her parted thighs and trailed hungry kisses and wet licks down her tummy until he ran into the barrier of her pants.
He inched them down, nibbling and licking as each inch of skin was uncovered. The pants finally cleared her lower body and he tossed them to the side, too distracted by the tiny lacy triangle that clung to her wetness.
He nuzzled the triangle impatiently and she bucked towards him. It had been so long since Victoria had felt anything but her own fingers or the unwanted thrusting of Michael’s unwelcomed advances.
Damian hooked his thumbs into the strings that stretched across the curve of her hips, and slowly tugged the panties down. He kissed and sucked at the tantalizing skin where her tummy and her leg met her hip. She bucked harder, willing him to take more of her. He kissed his way across her mound, exhaling hotly on her wet need without touching.
“Oh god,” she moaned, digging her hands into the couch cushion.
After kissing and sucking his way around her pussy for what seemed like ages, he finally grazed her tiny throbbing bud with just the tip of his tongue and she nearly came unglued. He groaned deep in his throat as he tasted her sweet spiciness and he buried his face against her.
His tongue found her sweet deep ache and tormented it, teased it, taunted it until Victoria thrashed and bucked with need. He finally drew her bud sharply into his mouth and flicked his tongue firmly against the taut surface. She grunted and thrust her hips against his mouth and let out a primal wail as her climax washed through her. He licked and sucked until she squirmed from the overwhelming sensations and he dragged his wet lips over her stomach.
As he knelt over her prone and naked body, she clutched at his jeans.
“Now, Damian. Now…” she moaned as she struggled with his zipper.
He lent her a helping hand and slowly dragged the zipper downwards, letting the tiny vibrations tease his cock. Since he rarely wore underwear, his throbbing cock bobbed into view immediately and Victoria tickled her fingertips up the length.
“Oh dear,” she breathed, “you need some attention too.”
He chuckled, “Perhaps you can help?”
“I know what I would do if my damn lip wasn’t split,” she grinned, wanting desperately to feel his hot velvet skin slid across her tongue.
He stroked himself while she watched until she could not wait any longer.
Chapter Eight
“Please, inside me,” Victoria pleaded.
Her full pink lips were parted as she begged; her hair fell in loose curls around her shoulders; her body still trembling with aftershocks from her first orgasm. And Damian could not wait for her to calm back down.
He quickly sheathed his aching cock and filled her body in one smooth thrust. Victoria arched her back and grunted as her body stretched to accommodate his generous girth, and he groaned as her wet heat surrounded him.
He paused for a long moment, letting her body adjust to him, before he slowly pulled back out. She dug her heels into his ass, trying to spur him back inside. He was more
She clutched and pulled at his tee shirt, yanking it over his head when he finally released her breast. His chest was tanned; the flat hard planes of his chest giving way to the chiseled abs that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans. As though he was just a mirage, she gazed at him and slowly moved her hands out to stroke his body. He groaned as her fingers taunted and tickled him, and his hips bucked with the tips of her fingers dipped just below his waistband.
“You’re beautiful,” she breathed, relishing the way his body responded to her touch.
He pulled at her legs until they were wrapped around him, and he shifted sideways until she was on her back on the couch. He crouched between her parted thighs and trailed hungry kisses and wet licks down her tummy until he ran into the barrier of her pants.
He inched them down, nibbling and licking as each inch of skin was uncovered. The pants finally cleared her lower body and he tossed them to the side, too distracted by the tiny lacy triangle that clung to her wetness.
He nuzzled the triangle impatiently and she bucked towards him. It had been so long since Victoria had felt anything but her own fingers or the unwanted thrusting of Michael’s unwelcomed advances.
Damian hooked his thumbs into the strings that stretched across the curve of her hips, and slowly tugged the panties down. He kissed and sucked at the tantalizing skin where her tummy and her leg met her hip. She bucked harder, willing him to take more of her. He kissed his way across her mound, exhaling hotly on her wet need without touching.
“Oh god,” she moaned, digging her hands into the couch cushion.
After kissing and sucking his way around her pussy for what seemed like ages, he finally grazed her tiny throbbing bud with just the tip of his tongue and she nearly came unglued. He groaned deep in his throat as he tasted her sweet spiciness and he buried his face against her.
His tongue found her sweet deep ache and tormented it, teased it, taunted it until Victoria thrashed and bucked with need. He finally drew her bud sharply into his mouth and flicked his tongue firmly against the taut surface. She grunted and thrust her hips against his mouth and let out a primal wail as her climax washed through her. He licked and sucked until she squirmed from the overwhelming sensations and he dragged his wet lips over her stomach.
As he knelt over her prone and naked body, she clutched at his jeans.
“Now, Damian. Now…” she moaned as she struggled with his zipper.
He lent her a helping hand and slowly dragged the zipper downwards, letting the tiny vibrations tease his cock. Since he rarely wore underwear, his throbbing cock bobbed into view immediately and Victoria tickled her fingertips up the length.
“Oh dear,” she breathed, “you need some attention too.”
He chuckled, “Perhaps you can help?”
“I know what I would do if my damn lip wasn’t split,” she grinned, wanting desperately to feel his hot velvet skin slid across her tongue.
He stroked himself while she watched until she could not wait any longer.
Chapter Eight
“Please, inside me,” Victoria pleaded.
Her full pink lips were parted as she begged; her hair fell in loose curls around her shoulders; her body still trembling with aftershocks from her first orgasm. And Damian could not wait for her to calm back down.
He quickly sheathed his aching cock and filled her body in one smooth thrust. Victoria arched her back and grunted as her body stretched to accommodate his generous girth, and he groaned as her wet heat surrounded him.
He paused for a long moment, letting her body adjust to him, before he slowly pulled back out. She dug her heels into his ass, trying to spur him back inside. He was more
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