Love in Florida (American Boyfriend Book 3) Page 2

  His fingers moved faster and faster inside me. He pulled my whole body closer to his and pressed his lips tightly against mine. He pressed his tongue into my mouth, moving his tongue in rhythm with his fingers. I couldn’t tell where one pleasure began and the other ended.

  My body started contracting. With each movement of his fingers, each twist of his tongue, I lost more control of my body. It took everything in me not to scream and draw attention to us from the few people still in the area.

  Finally I collapsed in an avalanche of pleasure. I bucked against him, my dripping pussy pushing against his fingers, as orgasms rushed through every nerve in my body. I moaned into him as he kissed me even more vigorously.

  He held me in his strong arms and locked his eyes on mine as I came, over and over, pouring my juices onto his playful fingers. While that hand continued to fuck me, his other held my face, forcing me to look into his eyes as I came.

  “You are one delicious woman,” he sighed.

  I laughed. The pleasure in my body gave way to an exhilarating sense of satisfaction.

  “You sure seem to think so,” I said to him.

  “I meant it. Everything I said about you, that’s what I saw the moment I set eyes on you.”

  “You sure are a smooth talker, Paul Brecken.”

  “Well, would you disagree with anything I said?”

  I thought about that. He’d only just met me, and had said some pretty flattering things.

  How could I believe him?

  But then again, how could I not accept this moment for the gift it was?

  I smiled at him mischievously.

  “You were missing a few things, Paul,” I said, feeling confident in the flush of my orgasm. “You didn’t mention that I’m affectionate, I’m loyal, I’m a lover, I’m a licker, and I’m a sucker.”

  It was his turn to blush.

  “I have sand in places I didn’t think I would ever. I would like to take a hot shower and clean myself up, but if you’d join me, my hotel room has a tub made for two.”

  “Really?”

  “You said you were going to make me yours. Now I want you to prove you meant it.”

  He looked at me, and I could see his cock stiffen at the thought through his shorts.

  “Only a fool would say no to an offer like that,” he said, and took my hand.

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  The first time I saw Jackson, I hated his guts. He was everything I could never have. Pure, panty-wetting, manhood. And I was trapped in a loveless relationship with his worst enemy. I never would have dreamed he craved my womb so badly he was willing to do anything for it.

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  My father's death taught me a lot of things. Most importantly, I needed a child. I had to have a son before my enemies caught up with me. So when Faith came begging for protection, I knew exactly what I wanted. I yearned for her body. Lust raged through me like a wildfire. I longed to make her pregnant with my child. I gave her an offer she couldn't refuse. A life for a life. My protection, in exchange for everything she had to offer. I'd die for her, but she would give me a son.

  I took her womb. I never suspected she'd take my heart.