My Heart's Passion Elizabeth Lapthorne (large ebook reader txt) 📖

she lifted her mouth, caressing the fruit all the way. Samuel swallowed. As a form of self-inflicted torture, there was nothing better.

He felt a lump form in his throat as she lifted her head, then swiped her tongue out to caress the fruit. Samuel felt sweat break out on his forehead.

Then fiercely, she opened her lips again and plunged her mouth back down the fruit.

Samuel gulped, imagining that silky smooth mouth plunging down around his cock. He would fist her hair in his hand, pull her closer, so she was as deeply embedded on his cock as possible, mouth, ass, cunt, anywhere and everywhere.

For the next few minutes, Samuel watched in awe, lust, and jealousy as Chloe gave head to the fucking banana. He wished with a painful desperation that it was his own massive staff receiving the attention.

Not that he could blame anyone but himself. He had insisted on playing this stupid game, he was the one who had gone off to get the banana instead of taking another card claiming he had none to perform the dare on.

Samuel sighed in frustration.

He was a complete moron.

Finally, driven completely bananas—he nearly howled at the pun, even his mind was against him—he leaned forward and grabbed the stupid piece of fruit from between her lips.

“Stop it! You’ll drive me insane.”

He grabbed the piece of fruit, wincing as Chloe closed her teeth over the end, tearing its tip off.

She smiled wickedly, chewing the tasty fruit. Samuel looked down at the now mangled phallus object and muttered a foul curse under his breath.

Standing up, adjusting his jeans, totally uncaring of Chloe sitting beside him, he stalked over to the kitchen and happily threw the offensive fruit away in the trash.

He stormed back into the living room and threw himself down on the couch, facing the woman who was driving him nuts.

She was happily chewing on the banana tip. She swallowed and grinned. “I hadn’t finished that.”

“You’re more than finished, woman. Go get the next card before I really lose my temper.”

Chloe clucked her tongue. “For someone who initiated this game, you’re an awfully sore loser.”

“Just get the card, Chloe, or we won’t be playing anymore.”

Putting a strong emphasis on the word “playing”, indicating how close to the breaking point he really was, he watched Chloe weigh her options. For a second, he hoped she would make the first move. After teasing him with that damned banana, he was in just the mood to wrestle with her, winning, for once, and then plunging his aching meat deep, deep inside her.

Luckily, or maybe unfortunately, after looking at him very carefully, she nodded once and bent forward to get another card.

Samuel sighed and wondered how long he could play the gentleman before his inner beast broke free and he simply bent her over the nearest surface and fucked her madly.

If the ache in his jeans could be taken as an indication, it wouldn’t be much longer.

Chapter Fifteen

Chloe read the card and tried to suppress her gleeful look. Samuel was fit to bursting, and with luck this would push him right over the edge.

Okay, so maybe she had gone a little far with the banana. But she didn’t want some tepid listless fucking from Samuel. He probably gave that to every other woman he came across. She wanted raw, fierce, primal loving. She wanted everything he had to give her, and maybe even a little more.

And so, she had resolved to push him to his absolute limit, to break his restraint. If she was only having a short time with him, she wanted it to be the absolute best it could be.

And here was her chance.

Determine her bra size.

There was only a handful—she snickered at the pun—of ways for a man to ascertain a lady’s bra size, and if she played her cards just right, they could end up determining far more than her 36-C status.

She carefully placed the card on the coffee table, face down, so she could drag out the moment.

Samuel eyed her warily, probably wondering what she was up to. She smiled and leaned back, thrusting her breasts up through the thin silk shirt.

Tilting her head to one side, she smiled seductively. “I hope you can ad lib, Samuel darling,” she purred, “because this is a good chance for you to answer some other questions you might have.”

He raised his eyebrow and looked very interested in what she had to say. “Do tell, vixen.”

Chloe smiled. “On the surface, it’s a very simple request. But I think we can both make the best of it. You, dear boy, must determine my bra size.”

Chloe watched his eyes narrow and hone in on her pert, definitely eager breasts. She could feel her nipples erect and scratch against the material of her shirt. For one very long minute they both sat there—Chloe waiting expectantly, Samuel gazing at her breasts.

Then, very, very slowly, he leaned forward.

Chloe sat still, eagerly waiting for Samuel to make his move. He paused above her, hands hovering within reach, but neither of them touching the ultra-sensitive tips of her breasts.

Samuel reached out one hand and undid the next button of her shirt. With a healthy amount of cleavage now exposed, Chloe found her breath accelerating.

Samuel bent his head, and through the thin silk, he took a mouthful of her breast. Wet heat encased her breast and Chloe found her back arching. Even through her shirt, she could feel the intense heat of his mouth, could feel the dampness seep through the silk.

She moaned at the hot sensations. Samuel sucked her breast, releasing some of the flesh but concentrating on her nipple. Chloe felt her nipple tighten and draw up even more as her back arched her breasts further up into his mouth.

Chloe pressed into him, desperate for more of his heat. She felt Samuel reach around her back, to support her and pull her closer into his embrace. The other hand slid inside her shirt to palm her other breast.

As Samuel sucked and sucked