Page 36 of Property of Shotgun
“I don’t want to be something you regret,” I rasp.
It would kill me.
“I could never regret you,” she whispers back.
For whatever reason, I let myself believe those words, and my mouth crushes over hers. My intention to be soft and explorative fails, and the kiss becomes carnal in an instant.
Dominant and demanding.
A battle of tongues and teeth.
I can’t get enough.
Her hands circle my wrists, and she tears her mouth from mine, licking her lips as she stares at me with a befuddled expression flashing across her pretty face. She lifts both my wrists, pressing her lips first to the scars that mark my right one, then does the same to the left. Totally enthralled by her, I swallow thickly. She lowers my hands, placing them directly over her tits, the thin silk of her camisole doing nothing to hide the way her nipples pebble against my palms.
She releases her hold on my wrists, bending her head to pull my lower lip between her teeth. “Touch me, Shotgun,” she mewls.
My hands close around her tits, squeezing them roughly. It’s not enough. Not for her and not for me. I pull back, my hands lowering to the hem of her camisole.
“Hands over your head,” I growl. Licking her swollen lips, she rocks her pussy over my cock seductively as she obliges, and I waste no time tearing the camisole over her head. I toss it onto the ground and lean back against the chair, my eyes dropping to her tits. For as many times as I’ve seen them, I’ve never had the ability to truly appreciate them.
I cup them, familiarizing myself with their weight, my thumbs stroking over her nipples, making them even harder. I pinch and twist them, enticing the sweetest noises from her. Then I inch forward and take one into my mouth.
I suck and bite, flicking my tongue over the erect bud.
Heaven.
Moving to her other breast, I apply the same attention. Jade’s fingers comb through my hair, and he holds the back of my head, her hips rocking faster. My cock throbs. My pulse races.
“That’s it, mama, take what you need. Rub that pussy all over my cock.” I growl, lapping at her nipple.
“Oh, God, yes,” she cries, her hips working wildly. I give her nipple one final suck before tearing my mouth away.
Cradling her tits, I press them together, my eyes snapping up to meet hers. “These tits are perfect. You’re perfect,” I say. “Do you hear me? Fucking perfect.”
She licks her lips but doesn’t say anything. She jumps keep a steady pace, dry humping the fuck out of me as she stares into my eyes.
“Say it,” I demand, squeezing her tits harder.
“They’re perfect,” she pants. “I’m perfect.”
“Good girl,” I praise, dropping my hands back to the armrests of the chair. I lean into her, capturing her lips with mine. My tongue pushes inside, swirling with hers. It’s a frantic kiss that I end too soon because I need more than just her mouth.
“Take your shorts off.”
It takes a second for my words to register before she scrambles off my lap. Standing between my spread legs, she watches as I undo my belt. Desire fills her eyes as she chews on her lips. Her eyes never leaving the spot where my cock strains to break free. I unzip my jeans but keep my cock in my pants. I just press the heel of my palm against the bulge, hoping it will provide the slightest bit of relief.
Her eyes flit up to mine, and I tip my chin toward.
“Come on, mama. Lose the shorts. Let me see that pretty pussy of yours.”
She hesitates for about a second before she slides her thumbs under the waistband of her shorts, and slides them down her legs, kicking them away when they reach her ankles. My eyes trail up her legs, and I inhale a sharp breath when I reach the apex of her thighs.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my fingers curling around the armrests. “Spread your legs.”
She obliges, revealing more of her pussy to me.
Bare, pink, and wet.
