The Bosun: A Military Romance (Love is Blind Book 3) by Harlow Layne (e reader pdf best .txt) 📗

My answer was to let the shirt slip off my arms and onto the floor. He took in a sharp breath when I exposed my lacy bra that left no room for imagination. Twirling around, I kicked off my Uggs and shook my ass at him as I shimmied my way out of my leggings.

“Your ass in that thong is downright delectable. I’m going to take you from behind and smack that ass until it’s nice and pink for me.” He took one predatory step toward me before he had me in his grasp.

Stalking over to the front of the fireplace, he went down onto his knees before he laid me down before him. “I want you to touch yourself over that piece of lace you’ve got between your thighs and get yourself primed while I strip for you.”

Fuck yes. I might have moaned, knowing the heated look I’d see in his eyes when he watched me masturbate.

Taking my index and middle fingers, I moved them over the lacy fabric, loving the way the rough texture felt against my sensitive flesh.

“Just like that,” he said as he kicked his shoes off to the side. Undoing the button of his jeans and the zipper, his cock sprung free and bobbed against his shirt. My mouth salivated at the sight before me. “Later, you can wrap your pretty mouth around me and suck me off, but right now, I need to be inside of you.”

Gripping his shirt at the nape of his neck, he slowly pulled it off. Was there a class that men took on how to drive your woman wild by taking off your clothes? I didn’t know what it was about the move, but it always made me so hot for him.

Kneeling in front of me, he took one breast into his mouth and sucked hard before he let it go with a pop. “Let me see how soaked you are for me.” Shoving my thong to the side, he plunged two long digits inside me and pumped twice. “Fuck, you’re so hot and wet for me. Turn around and get on your hands and knees.”

Doing as I was ordered, I looked over my shoulder at him and watched as he sheathed his length and sunk down to the floor before he ripped my thong off in one smooth motion. When his hands gripped my hips, and I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance, a shiver wracked my body, knowing that pleasure that would soon follow.

I thought he was going to slam into me, but instead, he entered me inch by agonizing inch until he was seated deep inside of me. His thumbs rubbed over the globes of my ass as his fingers dug into the fleshy part of my hips.

“This ass of yours is what dreams are made of.” He pulled almost all the way out, and when he slammed back inside, his hand connected with my ass, sending a jolt through me. “The way your pussy contracts around me when I slap your ass makes me rock hard.”

Pulling out again and again, he thrust into me with the force of a hurricane and a slap of thunder until my ass stung, and I was begging for him to finish me off.

I went down on my elbows and moved my hand between my legs, but Remy was having none of that. Swatting my hand away, he pulled my arms behind my back and held my hands in one of his as he started to rock inside of me. “Please, I need to come.”

“Tonight, all your pleasure comes from me. Do you hear me?”

“Yes,” I answered breathlessly when his other hand went between my legs, and the base of his palm started to grind into my clit.

“Good. Now, I want you to come all over my cock. I want to hear you scream my name like I’m your god.”

I had no problem screaming his name as he worshipped my body. His hand continued to stimulate my bundle of nerves as the tip of his cock hit the right place in me repeatedly until I was sagging on the floor.

Remy let go of my hands and moved to hold onto my hips as he started to pound inside of me.

When his hot breath became heavy in my ear, and I felt his dick jerk inside, I wanted him all over again.

Laying me down on the rug, Remy spread my legs as he moved between them. Lowering himself onto his stomach, he looked up at me. “I want to lick up all that honey that’s dripping out of you for me.”

One slow lick from my tight ring up to my oversensitive clit had me bowing off the floor and ready to detonate. It wouldn’t take much to have me hurtling over the edge. Lapping at my core and moving up to my nub, one finger slipped inside and slowly started to pump in and out.

He growled and the vibration, along with the flat of his tongue making slow circles, had me crying out. Flashes of red and white went off behind my eyes as my fingers dug into his broad shoulders. Slowly, he brought me down from my orgasmic haze with caresses to my arms and back.

Moving up my body, he kissed me slow and sweet when he met my lips. Rolling over to the side, he took me with him, wrapping his whole body around me. The heat from the fire and the steady beat of his heart had me in a sleepy trance-like state.

“Sleep for a bit because I plan to keep you up all night,” he murmured into the top of my head.

Nuzzling into the crook of his neck, I placed kisses up as high as I could reach. “I love you, Remy St. James. Thank you for making all the dreams I didn’t know I had come true.”

“Back at you, babe.”

It wasn’t long until my breaths evened out, and I