Head Over Heels by Lena Matthews (classic books for 10 year olds TXT) 📗

I complied with your plea because I thought you to be a woman of your word. Was I wrong about you, Lila? Are you the type of woman who’ll make pretty promises until she gets what she wants and then doesn’t fulfill them?”

“No. When I say I’ll do something I will…” With a groan, she covered her mouth.

She’d basically backed herself in a corner. If she didn’t go through with this, she would look like she was reneging and, judging from the smug smirk tilting those sensually curved lips, Hunter knew it too.

Damn him.

“That’s what I thought.” Kicking out of his pants, he placed his hand on the elastic band of his black boxers.

Lila shook her head, closing her eyes at the sight of his cock tenting his silk underwear. She wrapped her arms around her body, letting her mind wander to any place other than here. Once he touched her, there would be no going back. She’d be no better than a whore.

A cry escaped her lips when he reached out and grazed the side of her cheek with the back of his hand.

“Open your eyes, Lila. I won’t allow you to pretend I’m someone else.” Once again there was steel in his soft words, daring her to disobey his order.

Slowly she raised her lids, her insides churning with nerves. Why couldn’t she stop shaking and dear Lord, why was he so—naked? Though she attempted to keep her gaze above waist level something drove her to look down.

Her mouth fell open. His dick was huge! It jutted forward, not a few inches away from her, long, proud and obscenely thick; she couldn’t tear her eyes away from it.

“Do you like what you see?”

“No.” The word had come out a little too quickly, even to her own ears.

“The mouth says one thing, but the eyes don’t lie. This is what you did to me. Have you any idea how many nights I’ve lain awake thinking about this moment? When you came downstairs for dinner, I could barely sit still. I’m so fucking horny, I can’t promise our first time together will be as nice and slow as I’d like it to be.”

Hunter pulled her against him, grinding his hardness against the juncture of her thighs before burying his face against her neck.

She stiffened. I will not like this. He can do what he’d like to my body, but he’ll never have all of me, she silently vowed. Unfortunately, her body wasn’t in tune with her mind. To Lila’s utter shame, warmth worked its way from her core and spread throughout her being at the gentle press of his lips on her flesh.

What had she expected? That he’d fling her on the bed, hump her a few times and be done? That’s exactly what she’d believed.

Calloused hands slid across her shoulders and pushed the spaghetti straps of her dress down. “Beautiful chocolate skin,” he murmured, caressing her with what almost seemed like awe.

A tremble made its way up her spine. No! This couldn’t be happening to her. She didn’t want to like this, didn’t want it to feel good. Keeping her arms firmly at her sides, her fists clenched tight, she tried to maintain a steady breathing pattern.

Hunter pushed her dress to her waist with practiced ease. Her nipples stiffened as the cool air hit them. He lifted his head and cupped her breasts. His thumbs grazed over the turgid peaks, bringing her to painful awareness of the stirring between her legs.

“Sexy. Like dark Hershey Kisses.”

“Please” She whispered one last protest, not wanting to give in to the burning ache searing through her system.

“Oh, I definitely intend to.” Hunter laughed softly and dipped his head to flick his tongue over one stiff tip, circling and teasing it until Lila began to shake uncontrollably.

Heat flooded her pussy, forming moisture in her panties. She bit her bottom lip to hold back the moan that nearly escaped.

Hunter pulled the burgeoning point into his hot mouth, sucking with fervent tugs.

Almost involuntarily, her hands found their way to his silky blond tresses, digging into them and holding his head against her chest. It had been so long since she’d been held and touched like this, and she couldn’t believe how easily her body reacted to him.

Lila pressed her thighs together to temper the heat pulsing between them. Hunter seemed to relish his task, taking his time and working her body into a frenzy.

He turned his attention to her other nipple, giving it homage, teasing and tormenting it until she whimpered from pleasure overload. He surprised her by dropping to his knees, taking her dress down with him until her garment formed a little black puddle at her feet.

Hunter jerked her panties down and nudged her thighs further apart, before burying his face between her legs, inhaling deeply. “Mmm. I love the scent of your arousal.

You’re so responsive. I like that.”

Lila looked down to see he was eye level with her pussy. Why did he have to torture her this way? And why was she so turned on by the simple act of him staring at her?

“I’m glad you’re not completely shaved down here. I like my women to look like women and not little girls and you’re all woman, aren’t you, Lila?” He brushed the nest of tight curls with the heel of his palm.

The warring emotions raging through her were making this ordeal more difficult to bear. Despite his skillful ministrations and her body’s responses to them, she had to somehow get herself under control or she wouldn’t be able to think straight. “Please, c-can’t you just get this over with? I-I don’t want this.”

He lifted his head to look her in the face with knowing eyes. “I won’t dignify that comment with a response, especially when you’re so hot a trail of cream is running down the inside of your delectable thigh.” And to prove his point, he