Captured by Jasinda Wilder & Jack Wilder

Author:Jasinda Wilder & Jack Wilder [Wilder, Jasinda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jasinda Wilder
Published: 2014-08-12T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 14

DEREK

I’m so hard in my jeans it hurts. It physically hurts. Reagan, goddamn…the woman is the most erotic being I’ve ever seen in my life. So responsive, so alluringly beautiful and unaware of it in a maddening kind of way. Maddening because she’s drop-dead gorgeous, hard-working, patient, kind, and generous. She’s not insecure, not self-conscious except about that one particular thing on her stomach. Those aren’t unattractive. They’re part of her. And she is, from head to toe, the sexiest girl ever, so fucking hot she’s a fantasy. She has a potty-mouth at times, which I find attractive. I like a woman to talk dirty, to say nasty things to me. And when I make her scream, it gets me so hard I could come in my jeans like some little thirteen-year-old kid seeing tits for the first time.

Speaking of tits, hers taste so good, feel so soft in my hands, against my lips. She’s a C-cup, unless I miss my guess, not that it matters, because, like all of her, they’re perfect. Big enough to hold, grip, and knead and overflow my hands. Softer than silk or satin. Firm. Thick, sensitive nipples surrounded by lush dark pink areolae.

She’s gasping beneath me, sucking in desperate breaths as she comes down from two intense and vocal orgasms, and I’m just staring at her, soaking in her beauty, memorizing every single inch. Her thighs, pale and strong. Angular hipbones, padded with curves. That dip, there at her hips. Her ass, round and high and firm.

And…Jesus, her pussy. That pussy. So tight and wet and sensitive. Each touch of my tongue drove her wild. Going down on her wasn’t just to get her off, to make her lose control — it was an homage. It was worship of her body, her slick, deep sex, her pink delicate labia and her small, hard, sensitive clit.

I’m kissing her mouth and she’s breathing into me, pulling away and holding my head and looking at me with these pale sky-blue eyes hot with passion, emblazoned and emboldened with need and searching me, penetrating into my soul, wet with emotion and melting with affection. She kisses me, leaning up, and then she falls back. Her hands are on my ears, sliding down to my cheeks, holding my jaw. One hand on my cheek, thumb at my lips, the other feathering through my hair and caressing the nape of my neck with her fingertips in a way that has me wanting to melt into her, wanting to purr like a cat and beg her to tell me how to please her. It’s a gentle, affectionate gesture that is almost too heady, too soul-shakingly tender for me to handle.

She lifts up on her shoulder blades, neck arching, to kiss me, I thought, but no. Not a kiss. Her tongue touches my chin, my upper lip. She’s licking her essence off my mouth, and holy fuck is that hot. So hot.

She’s pawing at my shirt. “Too—too many damned clothes.”

Ripping at it impatiently, she pulls it up over my skull, but it’s stuck with my face in the opening.

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