Charm is the key to the world.
Charisma, magnetism, sex appeal—that ‘it’ factor that can’t be described.
Nolan Delaney has it is spades.
The infamous Mr. Romantic.
And maybe he is out of my league… But I’m going to give it the old college try anyway. Because I didn’t travel two thousand miles for a job interview at his request just to be put out like trash.
Don’t underestimate me, Mr. Delaney.
I’m really not as innocent as I look.
Series: The Mister Series Book Two
“Say what?” she whispers.
“Say you want me to fuck you.”
She bites her lip and I can’t control myself. I lean in and kiss her. My tongue is more demanding now. “I’ll lick your pussy like this if you want. Do you want me to lick your pussy?”
She swallows hard and nods. “Yes.”
“How do you like it? Fast and thrusting? Or slow and swirly?”
“Um…” She stops, like she’s really considering this question. It’s cute. She takes it all so, so seriously.
“Say it, Ivy. Tell me. The more you tell me, the better it will be. I’ll do whatever you want. Lick you, suck you, squeeze your tits until you whimper. I’ll fuck your ass if you want. I bet your asshole is a virgin, isn’t it? I bet you have no idea how good that feels, do you?”
“No,” she says.
“I can show you. Maybe not tonight. Maybe tomorrow night. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she breathes into my mouth. “Maybe tonight. Maybe we can do that?”
“Ah, you horny little slut. You want me in your ass? Fuck, yeah, Ivy Rockwell, I’m going to make you wish you met me years ago, before anyone else got to you first. Ruined you with boring intercourse. I won’t ruin you, Ivy. I’m going to make you wish I was your first. Make you beg me to do it again, and again.”
“Make me wish that, Nolan.”
“I will. I will.” I lower her other strap, and then yank her wet bathing suit down her body and peel it off, asking her to step out of it, one leg at a time, as she holds tight to my shoulders.
I throw it aside and she says, a little breathlessly, “I want to be on top.”
“OK, baby. I’m not gonna argue with that. But take my shorts off first. You can’t suck my cock with my shorts on.” She takes a deep breath and I start wondering just how much BJ experience she has. “Have you ever sucked a cock before?”
She shakes her head, just a little bit. Like she’s embarrassed.
Jesus. That makes me so fucking hard. “Don’t worry,” I say, petting her hair, the silky blonde strands slipping through my fingers until I reach her breast. I pinch her nipple and she moans. “I’ll tell you just how I like it. OK?” She presses her lips together, like she might not be OK with this. “For a girl who wants me to fuck her ass tonight, you sure seem nervous about all this other stuff.”
“Sorry,” she says.
“Don’t be. I love it. I love knowing I’ll be your first. I’ll teach you everything, Ivy. Now get on your fucking knees and take my shorts off so I can stick my cock down your throat.”
She starts breathing heavy, almost panting. But she drops to her knees. I place her hand on my hard cock and make her squeeze it.
“Do it,” I say, grabbing her hair and yanking a little. She moans again as her fingertips ease under the waistband of my swim trunks, tugging them down my legs until they drop on the floor.
I fist my cock, pumping it a few times, and say, “Are you ready to blow me?”
“Yessss,” she hisses through her teeth.
“Then put your hand right here, Ivy.” I take her hand and place it over my shaft.
“You’re so hard.”
“You make me hard. Now pump it. Yeah,” I say, “just like that.” She’s got a little technique going and I’m pleasantly surprised, a twisting motion as she slides her hand up and down my dick. “I want to be inside your mouth, Ivy. I want to feel your throat. Open up.”
She opens her mouth, leaning forward, but then she hesitates.
“It’s OK,” I say. “I won’t go deep. Yet.” Her eyes dart up to meet mine and I grip her hair even tighter. “Jesus, Ivy. Are you sure this is your first time?”
She smiles, gaining confidence.
“Open wider, Ivy. It’s not going to fit like that.”
She opens wider, waiting for me to move forward, but instead of doing it that way, I surprise her when I thrust her towards me and my dick slips inside her hot, wet mouth. Her lips seal around it automatically, her teeth scraping along my skin. I wince, but I don’t chastise her. I’ll take what I can get right now. If I scare her, she might not want to finish me off.
I ease deeper and she gags. I love the fucking gag reflex. I love when I’m fucking a girl and I stick my fingers down her throat to make her gag. Her pussy clamps down, every time.
I want to feel that with Ivy Rockwell.
I need my fingers in her pussy. I need to make her gag on my cock as I’m fingering her, just so I can feel the muscles clamp down.
“Get up,” I say, pulling on her hair as she stands. “Shhh,” I say, when she looks worried. “I love it. But I want to finger you as you suck. So come here.”
I sit down on the bed and lie back. “Turn around, Ivy. Sit on my chest and suck my cock while I stare at your pussy.”
She takes a deep breath and lets it out. But she climbs on, and positions herself just as I asked. Her ass is perfect. Two round globes, her pussy peeking out at me, practically dripping. Practically begging me to fuck her.
Book #3 Coming August 17, 2016
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JA Huss is the USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty romances. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who makes you jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.
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