Tempt – Cloverleigh Farms Read Online Melanie Harlow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
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“What you’re doing is a damn good start,” she said, tilting her head while my lips devoured her throat and my hand moved over her ass, curved around her hip, slipped between her thighs.

“And it will be a damn good finish,” I promised, easing her onto the bed. “But I plan on taking my time.”

She propped herself up on her elbows and watched me undress with her bottom lip caught between her teeth. “I want to know about all your tattoos,” she said, her eyes wandering over my skin.

“Later.” I stood naked before her and pushed her knees apart. Then I glanced at the nightstand before letting my gaze travel up her thighs to her pussy to her breasts to her eyes. “You know what I want?”

“What?”

I reached over and hooked my fingers through the handle of the top drawer. Paused.

She gasped. “Bottom drawer.”

I pulled it open and spotted the vibrator—and my business card. A stroke of my ego. Smiling like a cocky bastard, I reached in and pulled it out. “Look what I found.”

Her cheeks flushed. “That’s where I keep it.”

“I like that.” I took the card and dragged the width of it along her inner thigh, from her knee to the apex of her body. Then I did the same on her other leg, up her outer thigh this time, and over her hip, across her stomach—she shivered—between her breasts. I teased one nipple with it, then the other, licking my lips as I watched them grow hard. Leaning over her body, I took one perfect peak in my mouth, circling it with my tongue before sucking hungrily.

Her hands moved to my hair and stayed there while I feasted on her delectable curves. Abandoning the card, I eased a hand between her thighs again, finding her warm and wet. I slipped a finger inside her, then rubbed it over her clit in slow, deliberate strokes. Her legs hooked around the backs of my thighs, pulling me closer. “Zach,” she pleaded. “I want you.”

“I want you too.” I straightened up and reached into the drawer for her toy. “But first, I want to play a little.” I turned it on and positioned the tip at her entrance. “Is this okay?”

Propped up on her elbows again, she looked adorably nervous, but she nodded.

“Have you ever let anyone do this to you before?”

“No,” she whispered, her eyes wide.

“Good.” I eased the humming toy in slowly, gratified by her throaty moan, the way her head fell back. My cock grew hard again as I moved the vibrator in and out of her pussy, a little deeper each time. When it was buried inside her, a smaller piece of it thrummed against her clit and she cried out with pleasure, her hips lifting off the bed.

“Fuck,” I growled. “Fuck, you’re so hot.” My eyes grew even wider as her hands moved to her breasts and she plucked at her taut pink nipples. Need began building in me, greedy and demanding, ferocious and hot. I clenched my jaw and breathed hard as I enviously watched the toy disappear into her tight, wet heat again and again. As I listened to her moan when I held it in place and angled it just right. As I imagined the way her body was growing tighter around the vibrator, the way her pussy would throb against it.

It was more than I could take. I pulled the toy out and set it aside, climbing onto the mattress and pulling her on top of me so we lay lengthwise on the bed. Frustrated, she tried to roll onto her back again and take me with her, but I kept her where I wanted her, covering her mouth with mine, thrusting my tongue between her lips.

She gave up struggling and straddled me, grinding against my cock. I knew she was close, but I wanted something else. I slid down the mattress on my back, hooking my hands under her legs and easing her up toward the headboard.

She grabbed onto it, lifting her hips. “What are you doing?”

I grabbed her thighs, pulling her down again, so her pussy hovered right above my mouth. “What does it feel like I’m doing?” I swept my tongue up her center.

“I’m not sure—”

“You don’t want me to fuck you with my tongue?”

“I do, but I’m just worried that you won’t—”

I lifted my head off the pillow and sucked her clit, making her moan with indecent delight. “I won’t what?”

“I don’t know,” she said desperately. “Breathe?”

“Baby, you took my breath away the night we met.” Playfully, I bit her inner thigh. “Now fucking sit on my face before I lose my mind.”

With a sound that was half-laugh, half-moan, she carefully lowered herself over me again and began to rock her hips above my mouth. It was heaven on earth, if you asked me. Who needed oxygen when you had this kind of heat?



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