More Than Lies (More Than #1)(67)

I drop my head, knowing I’m going to regret this. Maybe not tonight or even tomorrow, but in the long run I’m going to regret this night one way or another.

My lips land down onto hers in a crashing motion. My left forearm is planted on the mattress next to her side so that I remain above her without crushing my full weight on top of her, but I let the lower half of my body land down on her thigh. She doesn’t think I want her or have ever wanted her, well then I’m going to prove that theory wrong. “I don’t want you? That’s what you think? Well, baby, I’m pretty sure I have a hard dick pressed against you that would say differently.”

I’m pissed now, and I don’t know if it’s because she can’t see how much she turns me on or because I can’t deny myself the one thing I’ve wanted since I realized what my dick was meant for.

“I’m giving you one last chance to back out. Think about this, Tara.” I might be telling her she can walk out my door, but my eyes are begging her not to, and my right hand has found her ass. I squeeze before slowly moving lower, onto the back of her thigh, before yanking it up, encouraging her to wrap her leg around my waist. “Don’t fucking regret me tomorrow.” My words are whispered in a plea as I reach back up, fisting the band of her shorts and panties.

“Never.” She lifts her head, meeting my lips as I glide the material down her legs. Her mouth opens, allowing my tongue access to the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. The night I kissed her in Mac’s office at the bar has nothing on this moment. I wanted to kiss her last weekend, but I knew if I did, I’d be in the exact spot I’m in now, about to fuck her.

Tossing her bottoms in the direction behind me, I bring my hand back up, bunching the material of my T-shirt. I need all barriers removed so I can feel every inch of her. If this is going to be my one and only time with Tara, I plan on taking my time. By the time I wake up tomorrow, I want to have every inch of her memorized. Burned into my brain so I’ll never forget.

“Get this shirt off, now.” I lift myself, twisting to reach the bedside table to access a condom. Before I slam the drawer closed, I feel her. Tara is in a seated position, sitting in front of me. She starts to remove my belt from the loops of my blue jeans, and as I turn back around her tongue lands on my abdomen. The warmth from the heat inside her mouth radiates through me. She kisses and nips along my skin. To my shock, it causes a fire to radiate inside me running down all the way to my cock. Before I realize it, the button on my pants is popped open and the zipper is down. Tara immediately pushes my jeans and boxers down my legs all at once.

When her lips brush against the head of my dick, I suck in a strong pull of air. Holy . . .

Grabbing the back of her hair, I yank her mouth away from my junk and push her down onto her back. I was seconds away from losing my shit. There is no way I’m allowing this to end prematurely. I just need a minute to gain my control back. I take both of her hands, bringing them above her head and clasping my left hand around her wrists, holding her securely.

Shit, the sight before me halts my movements to discard the rest of my clothes. Tara naked is something to cherish. She is beautiful lying beneath me, her tan skin on display just for me. Her full, round tits are positioned high on her chest because I have her arms raised. God, they are gorgeous. I want to taste them, suck and bite them. I want to fuck that beautiful rack until I paint her chest with my white, creamy cum. I’m growing harder just thinking about the dirty fantasy that’s played over and over in my mind for years.

My head lowers until my lips meet her left nipple. Tara’s body jolts when contact is made. My tongue juts out, licking from below her nipple to the top of her breast. The upper half of her body lifts, pushing her nipple into my mouth. I accept it, sucking as much as I can in. As I slowly pull back, I swirl my tongue around her tight nipple a few times before my mouth pops off.

“Don’t stop,” she demands.

“I don’t plan on it, baby.”

My lips and tongue go to her other breast, paying equal attention. I’ve never been this attentive to a woman in my life, but Tara deserves it. More importantly, I want to do it.

My palm skims down her ribs, moving smoothly over her lower abdomen until I reach the bare surface of her pussy. I smile around her nipple before lightly biting down. Tara’s hips lift an inch or so off the bed as my middle finger slides through her slick folds, slipping inside smoldering liquids. Her insides grab onto my finger before I’m able to draw back, trying to hold me inside her.

My mouth works its way back up to her neck, where I lick, kiss, and lightly suck until I reach her lips again. I take them, rougher this time around. At the same time I reenter her pussy, adding another finger this time, I slam my way to the hilt because after last weekend I know she likes it hard.

“Ahhh,” Tara moans into my mouth. “Again, please again.”

My digits slam in and out of her, over and over. Tara arches her back as her eyes flutter closed. My mouth moves at a slow pace away from her lips, across her cheek, until I’m pressed against her ear. My thumb presses hard against her clit.

“Are you close, Tara?” I know she is. I can feel her all around my fingers. If I could fit my whole damn fist inside her, I would, just to feel her insides contracting around me as she is now, but that won’t happen. Tara is snug inside her wet pussy. When she doesn’t say anything, my other hand tightens around her wrists. “Tara, answer me.”