Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

inside her. I only want pleasure for Frankie, no more pain. No more than she
already has in her life.
She’s sweet as honey, warm silk. I nuzzle, nibble, and finally lower my lips
to her tiny, swollen clit, and gently suck—
“Yes!” she slaps the counter, canting her hips up into my face.
I pull back long enough to bite her thigh tenderly, chasing it with a kiss.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I—” She cries out again as I flick her clit with my finger. “I want it harder.
Rough.”
“You want to fuck my face.”
“Jesus,” she moans. “You would be the unexpected king of dirty talk.”
“Tell me.”
“I want to fuck your face!” she yells.
Grinning up at her, I lower my mouth, so my breath whispers over where
she’s glistening wet and flushed. “Then do it.”
When I tongue her again, hold her close, she grinds up, wild, reckless, riding
my mouth, fisting my hair, guiding me until she explodes on a hoarse scream.
Her thighs tighten around my shoulders. She cries out again, and this time a
rough sob follows. Soft, pulsing waves against my lips. A rush of sweet release
hits my tongue and I groan, palming myself reflexively. I almost come from just
tasting her.
She’s panting, wracked with shivers as I stand, then sweep her into my arms
and stroll down the hallway. Once in the bedroom, I slowly lower her down my
body, clenching my teeth when she slides against my groin.
Frankie stares up at me, her hands resting on my chest. Time slows, the only
sounds the distant roar of the ocean, the steady rhythm of our breaths. Carefully,
she runs her fingers beneath my suit jacket and slips it off. Tugging it off my
arms, she tosses it on the nearby chair. I stare at her as I yank off my tie and
make quick work of the rest of my buttons. Frankie rushes me, shoving off the
fabric, tugging at my undershirt.
When I’m shirtless, she presses a hot kiss to my chest, scrapes her teeth over
my nipple.
“God.” I fist her hair, holding her close.
Frankie pushes away and I tackle her shirt, dragging it over her head. A
moan tears out of my chest as I see her. So beautiful. More breathtaking than I
could have ever imagined. I stare down at her as my heart pounds. Soft breasts,
her nipples taut. Long muscles, a maddening slope to her hips. Golden skin. I run
my hands up and down her waist and sigh. She’s so soft.
“You’re beautiful, Frankie. So impossibly beautiful.”