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Rory lowered her camisole down her legs until all she wore were her panties. He recaptured her hips in his hands and licked a wet path from one of her nipples across her chest to the other tip. Sizzling sparks fired through her as he sucked her nipple harder, then bit down lightly, teasing her before grazing his teeth along her tip.

  “Baby,” he growled, letting go of her hips and rising. Standing next to her, he reached for the comforter and pulled it free from the bed. “Lay your beautiful body down. I’m going to make you come.”

  He watched her climb onto the bed as he unbuttoned his jeans and lowered them, freeing his cock. Okay, he was more than built. He was massive. She couldn’t breathe—her lungs refused to work at the sight of him naked. Finally. The image was immediately branded in her brain.

  WHY in the hell had he held this hard-line of no sex? No reason, except he must have been unequivocally delusional. He followed Sommer onto the bed and climbed in between her legs, bringing her knees upward, and resting her feet on the top of his bent legs. He pulled her panties down her hips as she trembled. His eyes trained on her satin smooth skin, following the path of her panties along her thighs to her knees and then he lifted her legs and pulled her free from this last stitch of clothing.

  Holy fuck. They were both naked, and all he had to do was open her thighs, position his crown to her heat, and they could find intense relief. Together.

  Just oral! He fought to make sense of why he’d set that boundary. His cock was beyond steel-pipe-hard. He’d better find his self-control, and soon.

  He dipped his head, kissing her knee, moving his hands lower on her thighs. Slowly, he spread Sommer’s legs, opening her knees to him. Her pink, sleek skin glistened and he marveled at how beautiful she was…lying on the bed in front of him. “Baby,” he murmured. “Open your lovely thighs wider.”

  He repositioned himself and dropped down, wedging his shoulders in between her legs. When he glanced upward into her face, their gazes cinched together as he spread her pussy open with his fingers. “You’re so wet.” He flexed his hips, rubbing his hard-on against the mattress. He was close. So unbelievably close to exploding.

  Sommer twisted the sheets in her hands, and he couldn’t wait a second longer. He lowered his mouth, swiping his tongue over her, and a bolt of pleasure jetted through his body at the contact between his mouth and her pussy.

  He pulled her hips closer to him, licking and sucking on what felt like wet silk under his tongue and lips. He listened and absorbed what made Sommer go tense and what had her swiveling her hips and moaning. She raked her fingers over his head, tangling them in his hair, and pulling. Sometimes yanking…like when he licked her clit. Harder if he tongued, sucked, and scraped his teeth over the erect satiny tip. He had to feel more of her and moved his finger to her entrance, then slid inside her, groaning as she clenched around him. Tight. Hot. Wet.

  Fuck! What would it feel like to have her wrapped and pulsing around his cock? At the thought, he felt his balls hike upward against his body. He pumped his hand into her and damn, she rocked against him, stroke for stroke, until he felt her body tremble and constrict.

  If she was wet before, now she soaked his fingers and writhed under him. “Come for me, sugar.” He removed his fingers and began to fuck her with his tongue and mouth, owning her pussy with his face. Damn, he started to pump his hips, moving them rapidly across the sheet.

  “Rory,” she cried out and quivered, coming completely undone against his tongue.

  “Baby,” he groaned—hungry for her mouth on him. “Keep your legs open.”

  Sommer’s half-lidded eyes fluttered as she whimpered, soft sounds emanating from her throat that had him past the point of no return. He lifted onto his knees and began handling his dick, drinking in the sight of her swollen pussy. He moved his hand faster, stroking his palm along his throbbing length—hungrier than hell to get off. His whole body felt on fire; he was so near the edge between sanity and delirium.

  “Babe,” she said in a husky voice. “You promised. Let me suck you.”

  Sommer leaned forward, rising onto her elbow, and then rapidly joined him, up on her knees, and curling her torso over him. Her blond hair formed a curtain, shielding her face and he captured the silky veil, holding up her hair so he could watch the moment when she captured his cock in her lush mouth.

  She gripped him and guided his crown into her mouth. Her lips sent a jolt of pleasure shooting through his cock, ricocheting in tight muscle spasms running up his body.

  “Again,” he growled. “Suck me again.”

  “Like this?” She swiped her tongue over his crown while clasping him in between both of her palms. She held onto him. Hard.

  “Oh yeah.” He rocked his cock across her lips. Fuck! He loved the fantastic feel of his dick being drowned all at once by hot and wet, soft and hard. Spikey pleasure ripped through him, getting more intense as she licked him like a lollipop—one she thoroughly relished—returning again and again to pop his head into her scorching little mouth. He held his breath as she sucked his crown, this time wrapping her lips around the mushroom shape of his tip and fluttering her tongue. Per-fuck! He began rocking his hips while threading his fingers through her hair. He wrapped her blond silk tighter around his hand, refusing to curtail the amazing, brain-burning sight of her blowing him.

  “Deeper, baby. Can you take more of me?”

  She nodded and he drove his cock to the back of her tongue. He pumped his dick and slid into her throat, farther than before. She blew him greedily and his balls tightened. The electrical skittering began at the base of his spine, growing stronger as she unmercifully sucked on his crown.

  Hell no. He wanted this to last…a little longer. He extended his flex, moving into Sommer’s mouth then out. Her pink lips wrapped taut around dick drove him fucking wild. He watched his shaft, wet with her saliva, thrusting into her mind-blowing mouth. No mistaking the spasm overtaking his torso—he was ready to jettison.

  He cupped her head, pumping his shaft along her lush lips. He rode out his lust, fucking her mouth. The sensation of liquid fire tore through his veins, gripping him as his muscles contracted and electrified pleasure rocketed up his spine. “Baby, I’m coming. Better let go.”

  “No,” she moaned, holding his crown poised in front of her lips. “I want to taste you.”

  “Then sugar, take me. Now!”

  Tipping up her face, she opened her lips and he plowed back into her soft, silky mouth. The feel of her sucking on his dick had his heartbeat tripping.

  There! He locked his fingers around her head, pumping nonstop. She held his cock and worked her lush lips over his crown then sucked him deep just as he released.

  “Sommer!” he yelled, flexing his hips faster and pumping into her mouth. He shuddered and let go a scalding splash, drenching her mouth. Holy, holy fuck! Felt like his mind exploded simultaneously with his balls and cock.

  He lifted Sommer upward, stopping to cup her chin and plant a kiss on her puffy lips before he tumbled back with her onto the bed. He came down, landing right next to her and threw his leg over hers, pulling her as close as possible to him. His heartbeat echoed in his ears as he inhaled, nuzzling Sommer’s neck. Is this what he’d been missing all these years? He could only imagine what it would be like when he finally drove his cock fully into Sommer, rocking his length deep inside her, joining them as one. God, he needed to bridge this abyss of her refusal to marry him and his need to claim her as his. Soon.

  “Sommer, marry me. I want you so bad.” He stared down into her beautiful flushed face. His cock was hard again. Harder now that he sampled a release in her presence. “Baby, I need you. All of you.”

  She chuckled, low and sultry. “I’m right here. Rory, I know we said we wouldn’t do more and I’m not going to suggest it, but maybe tomorrow or the next day. Babe, I can give you relief, if you let me.” Sommer lifted his fingers and brought his hand to her mouth, opened her lips, and sucked one of his fingers into her moist mouth.

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bsp; The effect was an echo of his release from seconds before. He felt his body contract and his cock pulsate. “Lie back,” he growled. “Your turn.”

  From serrated, his breathing and pulse hightailed it into the realm of erratic. He needed to spread her out and taste her. If he couldn’t fuck her with his cock, he fully intended on fucking her with his tongue. He lifted upward and opened her legs, and for a second he stopped and admired her glistening pussy. Pink. Perfect. And his.

  “Please, Rory.”

  “I’m going to give you payback, sugar. I want to hear you scream. Loud.” He lowered his body between her slender thighs and held open her lips, bowing his head. He inhaled her sweet scent and pressed his mouth to her slick pussy, watching her eyelashes flutter. She’d teased the hell out of him for years. Damn, how many sessions had he endured of dry humping her and now, she’d seen how much he’d been turned on. All the way. He licked her, holding open her legs and her lips as she squirmed. Again, he pressed his tongue to her and this time he latched onto her clit and sucked. He drew her erect nub between his lips, and lightly scraped his teeth across the pearl. Just the tiny sensitive tip, but oh yeah, she responded. Sommer arched her body and her thighs clamped around his shoulders, and he did it again. He followed up with a long lick to her pussy, tracing her lips from front and back. At the same time, he moved his hand up her body, squeezing her round tit as he lapped up her juices. His girl was wet. So wet, and with her breathy voice, she called out to him. So fucking sexy. He hauled her closer and sucked her clit between teeth, teasing and licking with her greater intensity—doing whatever it took to drive her wild with his mouth and fingers.

  “Rory,” Sommer yelled in a husky voice that rebounded off the walls.

  God! To hear her say his name as if he owned her pussy, his cock jetted a little on the sheet below him. He rocked his hips, driving his tongue into her as she called out his name again, getting louder and needier. They both hungered for more. How much more before they crossed the line and he took to his knees, driving himself into her?

  He had to give her relief and then maybe he’d be able to manage his own level of desperation. Slowly, he slid his finger into her. “Baby, you’re tight.”

  Sommer snapped her hips off the bed and he moved his palm to her belly, holding her down as he plunged his finger completely inside her pussy. She yelled his name and he withdrew his finger. “Talk to me, Sommer. Are you okay?”

  “Best. Yes. Don’t stop.”

  He inhaled and thrust his finger into her, pumping his hand back and forth as he fucked her, using just his finger. His cock jerked painfully. He was so close to exploding as he touched her, watching Sommer’s expression of abandonment. He alternated between fucking her by hand, then used his mouth—tongue, teeth, and lips on his girl’s pussy. She threaded her fingers into his hair, yanking wildly at times, and the pain set off an electrical current that tore through him. Fuck! He had to have her. She started to tremble under his fast moving palm, drenching his fingers with her arousal, and he pumped his hips rougher against the mattress.

  She called out his name. Holy shit. Sommer was coming hard, and he bent his head, pressing his mouth to her and tasting her release. Sweet and his. He did this to her. What a head rush to see her come undone. He took hold of his throbbing cock and stroked himself, imagining he was fucking Sommer as she came apart. He pumped harder and faster, and then he felt the first twinge of white-hot pleasure squeeze his balls. Rory couldn’t hold back and reached down, simultaneously thrusting his finger into Sommer’s pussy as he released a second time.

  CHAPTER 5

  HE HADN’T SLEPT a wink all night. Without full penetration, he and Sommer had explored… what was the term she used? Outercourse. Yeah. They outercoursed up one wall and down the other. She showed him how she could drive him crazy with a blowjob and this morning, she could make him hard just by thinking about her sweet mouth. Her lips and tongue exquisitely tormented his cock for hours. Even now, the memory had him diamond-tipped. She rested with her ass cheeks to his groin, and he flexed his body against hers, holding onto her hips, and rubbing his cock against her curves. Again, he pumped his dick along her cheeks and clenched his jaw. Holy fuck! The things he wanted to do to her…he toyed with renegotiating their boundaries as he slipped between her legs.

  “Morning,” she whispered, curling her fingers around his hard-on and hiked up her hips, letting him slid in between her ass cheeks and dipping between her thighs.

  “Excellent morning.” His hunger roared to life as she rode his hard-on. More tempting outercourse. Pre cum dripped from his head and he found her backdoor. Heat blasted over his skin and his muscles contracted as he swiped his crown up and down her ass until she was slippery from his arousal. “If you could only see what I see.”

  “Feels pretty sensational,” she whispered, pushing back against him.

  “Baby. Pure torture,” he groaned, spreading her cheeks farther apart and skimming the head of his dick over her tight rosette. Gazing downward at the sight of his cock poised and ready, he pumped even harder over her opening. All he had to do was thrust forward as he held her by the hips. Did it count if he fucked her ass?

  How much could he get away with and still keep her a virgin?

  She pushed back on him and he felt the tip of his cock breach her hot body. Fuck. She was tight, squeezing the ideas from his head. All except for one: driving his dick forward. A couple of inches and she could ride his crown. Not all the way.

  “It’s tomorrow. We kept our promise. Please,” she said in a husky voice, holding still as he stretched her tightness, slick around him, and tempting him to give into his hunger.

  “You feel incredible.” Fuck! She stretched around his tip, slipping lower on him and he pumped his hips, ravenous and out of his mind to get his crown fully inside her. “That’s it, baby. Let me inside.”

  “Rory, you’re so big,” she said hoarsely, digging her fingers into hands on her hips.

  “A little more, Sommer. God, I’ve got to fuck you.” He had to get inside her. Had to feel their bodies connected as she rode him. Pumping his hips, he drove his crown into her while hauling her hips back to him.

  “No! Aw!” Without warning, she screeched in pain, jerking her hips as her body tightened.

  He withdrew his throbbing cock from between her ass cheeks and asked, “Baby, are you all right?”

  Sommer groaned softly and squeezed his fingers. Every muscle in his body went on full alert. His cock pulsed. The sensation of entering Sommer had a chokehold on him, so much he’d almost broken his vow. Burying his face in the crook of her neck, he held onto her tiny waist, keeping their bodies apart. His heart hammered, leaving his pulse somewhere up in the stratosphere. Every ounce of concentration he had was dedicated to staying still. Not moving. He fought his lust—reverberating in his bones to claim her. Fuck her and finally make her his. He swallowed, forcing his mind to move past what his body demanded. He wasn’t going to do this to her—fall when he was so close to proving he wasn’t a foregone conclusion and she was worth the wait. No way in hell was he about to become one more McLemore with a past. Sommer was his present. His future.

  She turned in his arms, moving her thigh upward, until she hooked her leg over his hip. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to sound off like that.”

  “Don’t…I’m the one who should apologize,” he spoke low, his cock still diamond-hard and pulsating with each of his heartbeats.

  “Nothing to apologize for, babe,” she whispered.

  Holy hell. If she rubbed her pussy on him, he’d lose it. Completely. He reacted by moving her leg down as he pushed her back against the pillows. He took hold of her wrists, lifting them above her head, pulling her arms so she couldn’t move. “I got your number. Marry me, Sommer. We’ll go get your engagement ring today and tonight I’ll meet you half-way.”

  “That sounds like a set-up.” She tried to twist free and huffed.

  “No set-up. It’s a commitment. I love you. A
lways have. Baby, I always will. Let’s stop all this and do what we both want.”

  She glanced down and shook her head. “Please, don’t put strings on us getting engaged. When we do, we’ll do it without anything between us. No questions—or not plaguing ones. Don’t you see that’s the way it should be? Us…knowing for sure.”

  He closed his eyes, releasing her arms. “That’s not how I view it.”

  Didn’t seem like anything he thought of would solve their deadlock and without a solution, he had to maintain control. As long as his cock stayed clear of any place below her waist, he hoped to hell that he wouldn’t cross the line. But as long as he didn’t cross the line, she fully intended on holding her own line. The ultimate puzzler.

  “Didn’t you like what we did last night?” She stroked her hand across his cheek.

  “That’s not a question. You’re torturing me,” he replied and flicked his gaze down her body.

  “We can do some pretty outrageous things, and you’ll forget all about this crazy idea of needing to get married. Why get saddled with the cow if you can drink the milk whenever you want?”

  “Is that how you feel?” he asked, not liking the sound of her analogy. “Because I don’t feel saddled at the prospect of getting hitched with you.”

  She raked a set of fingers through her blond waves. “Not exactly. But we’re young. We don’t even have a place of our own. Neither one of us has ever lived away from our families as fully functioning adults, and you want to dive into the pool of living like the ultimate grown-ups. What’s the rush? I’m not going anywhere and neither are you.”

  “So if we were living more like adults, you’d agree?”

  “Rory, please. Let’s enjoy today. What we did last night was amazing. I’ve never felt like that before.”

  Sommer gazed across at him with her hazel eyes, pocketing his breath and the thoughts right out of his head. He opened his arms and pulled her to his chest, kissing the side of her head, and watching the shadows on the wall sway as the curtains moved in the breeze from the open window. He murmured, “Yeah. What we did was worth the wait.”