Next Guy Through the Door

Dale squared his shoulders. “I don’t think you’ve got the guts, punk.”

Raising my finger, I lifted it, then lowered it, hitting the send button.

“You cheeky little...” He pressed send on his phone as well, then grabbed both to set them on the coffee table so he could tickle me. In a blink, he was on top of me, his hands under my shirt, his mouth hot against mine.

“You’re mine now,” he purred against me. “All mine, sweet thing. You’re stuck with me for a long, long time.”

“Good,” I breathed, sliding my hands up the back of his shirt. “There’s a long, long list of things you’ll need to do to me.”

His grin was dazzling. “Saucy little vixen. You think you can just say something cute and I’ll haul you off to worship this luscious body?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Mmm, you know me so well.” Suddenly I was in the air as Dale scooped me into his arms, carrying me to the bedroom.

CHAPTER TWELVE

* Dale *

Although it had only been a few days away from her, I craved the feeling of her soft, sexy body more than I craved air. It wasn’t normal that I could feel it in my spine when she kissed me.

“I missed you so much,” I said gently, unzipping the back of her dress and slipping it off. I quickly unhooked her bra and slid off her panties, guiding her onto the bed. I needed to stare at her, laid out before me like an offering. Like a goddess to be worshiped.

“Damn, Lindsay, you are too perfect for your own good.”

Her breath hitched from the force of my stare, as I tore off my clothes to join her, naked across her bed.

It was harder to control myself this time as I kissed her deeply, almost roughly. My coarse hands skimmed along her tender skin, gripping her hip and squeezing her until she moaned. Our bodies molded into one, our tongues dancing together as my hand slid lower. She opened those luscious thick thighs for me, allowing my fingers to wander around every delicate fold, gently teasing her as she quivered.

So pale and delicate under me. So sweetly sensitive, the way she gasped as my finger slid inside her wet pussy lips.

Her little hands ran across my chest. The feeling of our skin together was so intoxicating that I barely realized I had plunged a second finger inside her, my thumb dancing around her clit. Everything was hazy and I just needed to feel my sweet girl come for me.

She was giving herself to me so freely, and I wanted to tell her that I would treasure her forever. That she was the most perfect gift a man had ever been given.

Lindsay began almost panting, her hands sliding around to my back, digging into the muscles of my shoulders. Then she seemed to implode, freezing completely, motionless except for her snug inner walls pulsing around my fingers.

“Oh my…” she whispered, barely trembling. “Dale…”

When her eyes finally opened, she looked positively drunk from the force of that climax. Grinning up at me, she grabbed the back of my head, crushing her mouth to mine.

She spread her legs wider, wrapping them around my waist in a way that left no room for interpretation. Knowing how much my baby needed me was an adrenaline rush I would never forget.

Teasing her by moving slowly, I gripped my cock, nestling it between her soft folds, but not yet pushing inside.

Lindsay could have taught a master class on how to beg with just her eyes. There was no way I could resist or tease any longer, slipping inside her sweet wetness gently, hoping that I didn’t hurt her at all this time.

From her feathery soft gasps, she was enjoying every stroke. I couldn’t make sense of how perfectly we fit together. Gripping her hands, I interlaced our fingers and stretched them up over her head, pinning her completely.

“Yes,” she whined. “Dale, how can anything feel this good?”

“Because we’re perfect together,” I groaned, flexing my hips as I drove into her slow and steady. Her body had completely surrendered to mine. Watching her bite her bottom lip, tilting her head from s

ide to side as I worked deeper, made every animal urge take over.

The pressure was incredible. Her delicate noises were driving me wild. I could feel the way the base of my shaft was rubbing against her swollen little nub just the way she needed.

Then my beautiful sweet girl said the hottest thing a woman could possibly say to a man.