My Unexpected Vow: California Billionaires Book 2 Harlow James (scary books to read txt) 📖

while I drown in the taste of her. She rubs herself along my dick, covered by my navy slacks. My hands find her hips and encourage her movement while our lips and tongues continue to meld and lick against one another.

With a hand full of her hair, I pull her off of me and stare into her eyes.

“I want you, Hayes. I need you again. Right here.”

“You sure, baby? You’re not too sore?” With a shake of her head, she lifts and rubs herself against me and I can smell her arousal as she does. The woman is pulling me under her spell with the brazen way she lets me know she wants me. After debating back and forth for months over whether what I was feeling was the same for her, it’s a relief to know we’re finally on the same page and giving into this magnetism between us.

“Stand up then,” I command, helping her rise as I spin her around and find the zipper on the back of her dress. I tease her first by dragging my fingers along the exposed skin on her back, placing gentle kisses where my fingers grazed, and then simultaneously reaching for the metal zipper and slowly dragging it down, revealing her smooth skin to me once I reach the bottom. I use my teeth to yank down the straps of her dress from one shoulder, nibbling on her gently as I do, and then the next, finally pushing the fabric down her torso to hang on her hips.

“You’re so fucking sexy, Waverly. I can’t believe I get to touch you like this, get to see this side of you.” Her hand reaches behind me, grasping my neck as I hook my fingers in the dress at her waist and under the straps of her thong and push them over her womanly curves.

“I never want you to stop touching me, Hayes.” She spins around and steps out of her dress, reaching back to unhook her bra and then tossing it to the floor.

And I take that moment to appreciate her naked body standing before me. “The things I want to do to you, to show you.”

“Do them all. Make me yours.”

“You are mine, Wave.” I press my lips to hers once more as her fingers find the buttons on my shirt and start popping them open one by one. As she does this, I grab her breasts, one in each hand, and squeeze them gently, enjoying their weight and then running my thumbs over her hardened nipples. “You were mine the second we said I do.”

When she reaches the last button, she parts the fabric and shoves it off of my shoulders as I extract my arms and let it fall to the floor. Never letting our lips part, I reach down and unclasp my slacks, shoving them and my boxer briefs down in one fell swoop. My dick bobs up, proud and ready for action, hitting Waverly in the stomach, which causes her to break the kiss.

Staring down at my cock, she licks her lips and then grabs me, stroking my shaft in smooth movements that have me widening my stance to absorb her touch.

“I want your cock in my mouth, Hayes,” she moans and then drops to her knees, wasting no time wrapping her lips around the tip and swirling her tongue around.

“Dear God, woman,” I say, throwing my head back as I struggle to breathe. But then I look back down so I don’t miss the sight of this woman with my dick in her mouth, teasing and tormenting me as she continues to swirl her tongue around the head and then plunges down on my length as far as her mouth will allow.

“Fuck yes. Just like that,” I praise her, brushing her hair from her face so I can see her lashes flutter as she opens and closes her eyes each time she takes me as far back as she can. I try to block out the thought that my best friend’s little sister is giving me one of the best blowjobs of my life, and remind myself that this woman isn’t the girl I thought I knew—now she’s a person who’s become a part of my life, my wife that I crave multiple times throughout the day, the one person I’ve let in more than anyone else—and I’m baffled by how easy it is with her, how right it feels, even when we’re desperate to have one another like right now.

That familiar tingle sparks at the base of my spine, warning me that a mind-blowing orgasm is just on the horizon, but I don’t want Waverly ending this night before it ever gets started.

My dick pops free from her mouth as she takes in a deep breath, smiling proudly before she goes to take me back in. But I stop her.

“Babe, if you keep going, I’m going to come.”

“Oh.”

“I just want to be inside you when I do.”

She nods in agreement. “I want that too.”

“Come here, then.” I help her stand and then lead her the few steps over to the side of the piano, pressing her to lean over the main part of it so her ass is perched out to me. “God damn, I don’t think I’ve ever seen something so beautiful,” I say, taking a moment to appreciate her beautiful body draped over my instrument that brings me immense joy, the curve of her spine elongated from how she’s standing.

“Show me,” she challenges in a sultry voice that makes my dick twitch. Waverly Morgan is apparently a very sexually confident woman and has no problems demanding what she needs in the bedroom, a discovery I’ve proudly made since last night.

I step up behind her, locking my hands on her wrists splayed out on the piano, and then guide myself to her entrance, sliding in slowly as a moan of contentment leaves her lips.

“Yes,” she cries as I pull back and then dive in again, letting