Ain't Misbehaving by Shelley Munro Page B

them razor-sharp. Hands not quite steady, peeled away his jeans, underwear and socks, discarding them on the floor by a wooden coffee table. His dick jumped under her slow perusal, his heart racing in an urgent tempo.
    Pearl wriggled out of her panties and with a saucy grin, parted her legs, flashing her glistening pussy at him.
    “You’re beautiful.” He couldn’t quite believe she’d agreed to marry him. Jesus, he wanted to brand her, to shaft her deep and feel the clench of her sweet cunt around his dick. A ring. They’d go and buy a ring later this afternoon. Make it official.
    She waved her fingers. “Stop looking and come and get me.”
    “My pleasure, babe.” Justin grabbed her, making her cry out. “I’m going to thrust inside you and bring you so much pleasure you’ll scream.”
    “Oh.” The air whooshed from her lungs in an audible rush. He grinned and sat on the couch, maneuvering her squirming body until she faced him, straddling his legs. God, knowing he turned her on was a rush in itself.
    Another harsh inhale and her breasts brushed his chest, the tight nipples dragging across his chest hair. She smelled of his soap, which pleased him greatly.
    “I love you.” It was great being able to say it out loud. He leaned forward to kiss her tenderly, starting when her hands squeezed between their bodies to curl around his engorged shaft. It felt damn good. So good, he rocked his pelvis forward, groaning at her touch. “More.”
    “Are you sure you can handle more?” With the stroke of her thumb, she massaged the bead of pre-cum on his cock head away. A groan escaped, the ache in his balls telling him this would be over in a few minutes if he didn’t get her to slow down. God, he loved this teasing mood of hers, especially when she directed the fun and laughter at him.
    “I can handle anything you throw at me.” That said, he grasped her waist and lifted her. She gasped but guided his cock to her entrance. He let her sink down inch by slow inch, feeling the parting of her flesh, the slick warmth of her. When he was finally balls deep, she tightened her inner muscles, grasping his cock and squeezing it within her silken walls.
    “Can you handle that, Justin?” Smirking, she gripped his shoulders and lifted up until just the tip of him rested inside before sliding back down. Setting up a slow rhythm, she rode him.
    “Yeah,” he said, almost grunting while he struggled to rein back the bubble of semen in his balls. They kissed and groped each other, the loving playful yet the hottest thing he’d ever experienced in his life. He pinched her nipple while she scraped her fingernails over his rock-hard balls.
    The liquid sound of sex filled the room while the scent of arousal and the citrus tang of his soap filled his every breath.
    “Heck,” she muttered. Her head dropped back, beautiful eyes slumberous and her skin, flushed. Sexy. The pulse at her throat beat a swift tattoo, tempting him to lean forward and cover it with the gentle suction of his mouth.
    “Gonna give in first?” His balls ached in delectable agony as he shafted her deep.
    She groaned and the sexy sound brought a prickle to his balls. Soft needy whimpers came from her throat and suddenly he felt the first spasms of her cunt squeezing his cock. She lifted again, sinking back onto his cock in a slow, erotic assault that let him feel every part of her inner walls. She convulsed, gripping the sensitive head of his cock, crying out her pleasure.
    “Fuck,” he muttered, and that was it. He lifted her body, driving into her again and again until he exploded with a hot gush of semen. When he opened his eyes—damn if he remembered closing them—the first thing he saw was her captivating smile.
    “I won,” she said in a sexy purr.
    “I won too,” Justin said, his smile distinctly predatory. He lifted her without warning, scooping her off his cock and into his arms. Standing, he prowled down the passage to her bedroom, savoring the