I Love My Healed Heart: 4 Book Box Set/Omnibus (Erotic Romance) Read Free

above my
head. I’m so wet that my panties are drenched, and I know I smell good. I’ve
been told that by enough of my boyfriends to know that he is in for a treat.
Please touch me. Please, please, please kiss me down there.
    He
understands what I yearn for because he’s a
man . Men want to lick us. David never wanted to. And David is a monster.
Stop, Jess. Let go! On his knees, this six foot and then some, stranger, has to
bend to pull my panties aside. As he does, he slides his hand in the slit
between the lips of my pussy. I cry out at the touch of his thick, roughened by
life fingers, and let out a sound I’ve never made before. Then he almost makes
me pass out because kneeling right there, in front of the place on my body that
I hold dearest to my heart, he brings his mouth in and kisses me, sticks his
tongue in, separating me with his hands. I bend to help him, open myself to him
as he licks me, my clit, my lips, my inner thighs. I feel it in the crown of my
head and the bottom of my feet. Goosebumps explode up and down my skin,
everywhere.
    He rises,
slides off his jeans and unleashes the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. He
reaches back   over the top of his
shoulders like guys do, and pulls his shirt off over his head, from the back to
the front, messing up his hair. He gives it a shake and it falls back to place,
a couple chunks sexy and tousled. I love it when they do that. He steps back to
let me look as he stands naked in front of me. He wants to see my reaction.
Wearing only my panties, hands still above my head, my back resting against the
wall, I look at him. I am breathless. His chest is incredible, sculpted,
strong, and muscular. His legs are defined and perfectly shaped. His calf
muscles are beautiful and his skin has a nice light olive tone. He has those
lines that lead down to his cock like an arrow showing you where the gold is.
    And gold
it is; long, thick and the perfect shade of loaded crimson…so beautiful that I
cannot help myself – I lower my arms, reach out and touch it. He doesn’t
stop me. The glance he gives me is thankful, awakened; begs me to touch him. I
feel that I make him just as hot as he makes me. I wrap one hand around the
base, really low and deep so that I feel the top of his sack against one side
of my thumb as I squeeze tight. My other hand I use to stroke him, make him
submit to me now.
    He sways
under my firm caresses, his eyes closed as body falls forward, helplessly
giving in to me. I’m good at this, I’ve been told. The secret is in imagining
you can feel what they’re feeling. When you do that, somehow you can. Letting
go of my mind, I click in with his essence, slowing then quickening my speed,
one hand always tight at the base, teasing him the way I like to be teased. Men move so fast sometimes, they don’t know
that they like to wait for it. Every
time a man has tried to hurry me, I make him wait, and then later he tells me
that I gave him the biggest orgasm of his life. That’s right boys - stop being
so impatient. Let a girl do her thing.
    He’s like
a warm and silky steel pole in my hands. We are chest to chest, skin to skin,
his mouth an inch from mine so that I can feel his breath as I slide my hand up
and down his bulging shaft, so engorged I cannot believe it. I don’t think I’ve
ever felt a man this hard. He doesn’t want to cum yet, so he stops me. He needs
and wants more than this. So do I. He removes my hands, his expression hungry
as he pins them above my head with a look that says I’ve been a bad girl and
must be punished. I smile. A thick strong hand holds my hostage, my back
arched, my head thrown back, my breasts thrust forward toward him, shamelessly,
my mouth slightly open, my breathing heavy. All I want is for him to be inside
me. Now!
    I push my
hips toward him, reach for him, my sex still covered in pink silk; albeit askew
from his handiwork. With his free hand, he reaches inside the front of my
panties and with his middle