by Lynn Burke
“You’re it for me, too,” I whispered against his lips. “I’ll even tattoo your name above my pussy if you want.”
He chuckled and squeezed me. “Christ, that would be hot as fuck.”
I shifted my head back, but rubbed my pelvis against his swelling cock while smirking. “So?”
“You’re saying you want to be my old lady?” His blue-green eyes glinted in the light, the soft curve of his lips attempting to hide in his beard enticing beyond anything I’d ever seen.
“If you’ll have me.”
With a groan, he rolled us, trapping me with his heavy body, our clasped hands held high above my head. “Oh, I’ll have you all right.”
A shot of arousal lit me up, and within moments, he took what he wanted, what I willingly offered -- my body, my heart.
Lynn Burke
Lynn Burke is a full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of hot romance stories. A country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
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