"Cold, love?" he asked, my skin felt the movements of his lips. I felt a whimper coming from the bottom of my throat.
"Count," he ordered again, his lips now making their way to my jawline as one of his hands idly played with the thin hem of my cotton shirt…
I rolled over so that my face was to his. Even in the darkness, I could see his face; his eyes were searching mine for something.
"Did you fuck me because I looked like her?" I asked quietly.
"Yes," he whispered, not taking his eyes from mine.
I sighed, somehow relieved that at least he had enough respect not to lie about it.
"Are you holding me now because I look like her?" I felt the adrenaline catch fire in my veins, afraid of his answer, but needing to know the truth.
"No."
He lowered his face to mine, his tongue tracing a pattern against my lips. He was gentle, taking his time, his hands now lightly massaging my back and hips. God! Was this another lesson for me? It was impossible for me to remain unresponsive to his touch. I melted against him, my lips now moving with his in a slow, sensual kiss, his tongue gently exploring my mouth, his teeth nipping, tugging ever-so-lightly at my lower lip.
His hands. His glorious hands were searching beneath my clothes for skin. He pulled the covers back exposing me fully to his eyes, hands and lips. I rolled my head back and forth on the pillow, allowing him to free me of my shirt and panties; all the while, his lips traveled a slow and deliberate path down the column of my throat, licking, nipping, and kissing me into more soft whimpers.
I felt his hand grasp mine, moving it to rest on his erection. I didn't hesitate in springing his cock free; allowing my fingers to curl around the thick expanse of it, fingering the soft skin around the head. I heard a soft moan escape his lips as my hand traveled his length, sliding up and down slowly, bringing his erection fuller and harder.
It was as if the storm outside ceased to exist for us. I heard no more thunder, no more wind or rain pelting against the windows. All I was aware of at this moment was Easton: how he looked, how he felt, how he smelled and how he tasted.
His lips pulled away from my breasts momentarily, as he looked deeply into my eyes.
Oh God!
"Are you sure you really want this? Nothing's changed from my perspective."
"Yes," I whispered, huskily. "I want you to fuck me, Easton. And I want you to know that it's me that you're fucking."
He rose up, his lips capturing mine once again for a long, sweet kiss before he once again traveled to my breasts, his hands grasping and cupping them roughly, while his mouth sucked each rosy peak. I moved both hands to his cock, increasing the pressure and tempo of stroking, hearing his moans coming louder as his hips thrust forward.
"I need to taste your sweet cunt," he murmured, moving lower where his fingers gently plied the tender folds of my flesh. His tongue swirled over my clit again and again, licking, lapping and gently nipping as I swelled for him.
"Oh God," I moaned, my hips flexing against him as he thrust a finger inside of me, his mouth still sucking hungrily from my core. Another one of his long fingers entered me, and his tongue was now thrusting slowly and deliberately in and out of my pussy.
"God, you're dripping wet, love," he said, licking my essence, as if he couldn't get enough of it. "And your pussy tastes so fucking sweet." His tongue and lips continued working their electric magic on my soft folds. My hips moved in response.
"Mmmm," was all I could manage, as my breathing quickened along with my pulse rate.
Easton lifted me up, rolling underneath me. I instinctively straddled his hips as he lowered me just above his swollen cock. He dipped me down just a bit, just enough so that I could feel the rounded ball studs swirl around my clit, as he moved my hips back and forth, teasing his piercing against my slit. I drew in a sharp breath, allowing my orgasm to release from there. I whimpered loudly as the surges of pleasure enveloped me, knowing the best was still yet to come.
His fullness was inside of me now, as I leaned forward just a bit to find the perfect angle. I rode his cock from root to tip, pivoting myself up and down slowly, going full depth onto him and grinding against him each time. His hands were fondling my breasts, roughly now. His tongue flickered over his lips and his eyes darkened with passion as he watched me fucking him. I rocked forward to back, up then down and, as I continued, I could feel my sweet spot swell against his cock piercing that was hitting it just right with each downward stroke. I could feel myself squeezing him, and his breathing was coming faster, as was mine.
"Darcy," he rasped, "your cunt's squeezing me like a greedy bitch. Are you ready for it, baby?"
"Oh, yeah," I whispered hoarsely. "I want it, Easton. Fuck me hard."
His hands immediately braced my hips, lifting me up and pushing me back down on his cock over and over again as our orgasms crashed around us. Easton groaned my name over and over again, as his cock throbbed and then emptied his climax inside of me, leaving no doubt as to whom he was fucking tonight.
I want to thank my Beta readers on this one: Janett Gomez, Catherine Wright, Kimberly Parker Addison, Tracy Brewer, Stacie Stark Morton. And I must give credit to my good friend and fellow author Eva LeNoir for the clown sex. I just couldn’t do it and make it hot, but I think you’ll agree that Eva made it sizzling HOT! Thank you, Eva!
A big thank you and shout out to my editor, Ashley Blaschak Stout!! Thank you for getting this done so quickly. I’m always in panic mode when it gets to you! I’m so glad you love Weston, too!
Thanks to Erik Gevers who formats my books so beautifully, and who tolerates the super panic I’m in when the manuscript reaches him and his lead time is crunched to nothing!
And as always, a HUGE thanks to my foot soldiers for all of the work they do each and every day with pre-marketing, release blitzing and post-marketing. You are all so freaking fabulous there are just no words. Well, there are TWO words, but it hardly seems enough: THANK YOU!!
I hope you all enjoy Weston’s story!
Contents
Titlepage
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Chapter 58
Chapter 59
Chapter 60
Epilogue
From the Author
Acknowledgements
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