Fireman Daddy (Crescent Cove 8.50)

Her eyes widened. “Those were my favorite pair.”

“I’ll buy ten of them,” I said just before I buried my tongue inside her.

Her back arched up off the green felt as I finally got the full flavor of her on my tongue.

I opened her wider. The pain of her heel digging into my back didn?

??t deter me. It just made me work harder. Long, slow licks. I used my thumb to strum her clit until it was so tight she could barely take my touch.

I didn’t stop.

The singular focus that had made me the youngest chief in Crescent Cove history came in handy. I wouldn’t squander my only chance to show her how good we could be together.

I was rusty as fuck when it came to touching a woman. Work had been my solace for so long that I’d let dating fall by the wayside.

I tuned into her. The lift of her hips, the little sounds she made, even the pain of her fingers in my hair as she tried to tug me away from her told me what I needed to know.

She needed this just as much as me. Maybe even more.

When her thighs clamped around my ears, I knew I’d happily die with my mouth on her every day of my life.

She screamed and I held on. I wedged my fingers in and her greedy body clamped down on them as I drank everything down that she gave me. My dick throbbed against the wood frame of the pool table, but I ignored it. Right now, it was all about giving her what she needed.

Her thighs shook, and the shivers traveled through her whole body. I peeked from between her thighs and groaned at how she’d ripped at her own clothing to touch herself. Cupping and tugging at her breasts.

I was so damn glad for my long arms. I reached up to help her, moaning into her slick pussy as I pushed her hand away to tug her nipple. I was tempted to climb up and taste her there too. To release my aching cock and get inside her. But I wanted her to break under me one more time.

I needed to stamp my tongue over every crevice.

I leaned back just enough, and she collapsed onto the table. Her chest heaved, and her hands tangled in her own hair. She was muttering something in the broken Spanish and Italian that always came out of her when she was super pissed off…or evidently, so turned on she couldn’t get herself together.

I grinned. “Roll over, Freckles.”

“What?”

I closed her legs and shifted her onto her knees. “I need more.”

Her heart-shaped ass was irresistible. I bit the roundest part of her. She yelped, but it got her up and where I wanted her. I dove headfirst into her pussy from behind. But I didn’t just want that. Nope, nothing was off limits to my tongue and mouth.

She was on all fours on the felt and gave me a startled look over her shoulder. “Jake!”

I dragged her to the end of the table. “I need you ready for me.”

“My ass is off the menu.”

I licked the sensitive flesh between her pussy and asshole. “So prim. But we can start with just your perfect pussy. But I guarantee I can make you feel so good you’d let me do anything to you. Including fuck you here.” I circled her there and she instinctively pushed back on me. “That’s right, love. Your body knows just how good it would be.”

Slowly, I slid two fingers into her pussy.

She hissed out a long, slow breath as she slid her knees farther apart until she was splayed open, the perfect angle for me to take her. “Please, Jake. I can’t even think.”

I reached for my buckle. I’d tortured both of us long enough.

I slipped my fingers from her, and my mouth watered for her again. A sudden, very hateful thought dented the lust. I wasn’t the guy who carried condoms in his wallet like the rest of the guys at the station.

“Fuck.”

If I slid into her, I’d never be able to pull out. I couldn’t even pretend that every inch of me didn’t want to come inside her until the only scent she carried was us combined.