BETWEEN CLOUDS AND STARS: A Sexy Standalone Romance

BETWEEN CLOUDS AND STARS: A Sexy Standalone Romance Read Online Free PDF

Book: BETWEEN CLOUDS AND STARS: A Sexy Standalone Romance Read Online Free PDF
Author: Sharlyn G. Branson
Tags: Fiction, Romance
reality. I turned on my back. Nick was propping his head on his hand, his eyes soft and sensual.
    “Have you been watching me for a long time?”
    Mr. Perfection considered my question and replied, “Around fifteen minutes.”
    His fingers slid along the curve between my shoulder and neck and then up behind my ear, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
    “How did you get this scar?” The soft part of his index finger stroked my old wound.
    “I don’t want to talk about it.”
    What was I supposed to say? My ex-husband beat the shit out of me and I had to get stitches in the hospital? That I often wondered, given everything I’d gone through, how I’d gotten away with just one scar, which I was fortunate enough to be able to hide with my hair?
    I couldn’t talk about that. It had to stay in the past. It had to be forgotten.
    Forever!
    He leaned in and kissed my scar. He was so gentle and attentive to me, making my heart beat faster. His kisses continued on a path down my neck.
    “I won’t lie to you, Estelle. I want to know everything about you, every last fucking detail, but I won’t pressure you. The time will come when you’ll reveal your secrets to me.” Nick gazed at me as if he was just about to press his lips against mine. His oh-so-hot breath sent shivers of desire through my body, warming every fiber of my being.
    “Fine then. If you don’t want to talk, I’ll make you scream.” A faint smile brightened his face. “In pleasure. I’m sure your small pink pussy is dying to meet my insatiable dick again.”
    God, his dirty talk made me even wetter, and I didn’t think that was possible. I was damp with arousal just from hearing his deep, masculine voice. And knowing what wonders his lips, skillful hands, and well-endowed manhood were capable of… I wanted to surrender myself to him again, to enjoy this wonderful man without thinking about the future.
    He sucked the skin on my neck, and I moaned loudly. “You respond so easily to my caresses, baby.” His hand slid up the inside of my thigh and seconds later was between my legs.
    “And you’re always ready for me.” His finger sank inside me, and I closed my eyes, sliding my hands across his well-defined six-pack.
    The finger came out of me. The wide head of his cock rubbed itself against my clitoris, wetting me with its pre-cum. Then he slid inside me with ease. We moaned in unison, our breathing quickened and our blood boiled.
    My only wish was to remain in heaven with Mr. Hot—forever.

5
    Nick
    W arm jets of water washed over my body as I thought about little Miss Temptation. Who could’ve expected that this tender creature would be so passionate? Sex with her was the best I’d experienced in my life. And I’d been with thousands of women of all kinds. But none could compare to Estelle. I could almost still sense her sweet scent, hear her sensual moans, and see her puffy-from-kissing lips. It hadn’t even been half an hour since I’d fucked her and yet I wanted to lose myself again in her small, tight pussy. I had to stop thinking about her, because otherwise I risked turning up in front of my father and sister with a hard-on. But that was really difficult, because I couldn’t get sweet Estelle out of my head.
    This morning we did it bareback and it was divine. The feel of our bodies rubbing against each other was sublime. Fortunately, we lived in a time when venereal diseases no longer existed and AIDS had been eradicated. There were now drugs and vaccines for many of the diseases that had caused people great suffering or even death only thirty years ago. We lived in much better times. Nevertheless, I’d never dared to have sex without a condom, because I had no intention of becoming a father any time soon.
    I felt a stab in my heart when Estelle told me she couldn’t have children. Seeing her tearful eyes, it was like an arrow had pierced me. I couldn’t stand seeing her sad, even though I usually wasn’t moved by women’s tears
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