Don’t Deny Me: Part Three Read Online Free PDF

raise of her brows.
    In his bedroom, more kissing. More hands. More tongue. She urged him to tear off his long-sleeved shirt, then let out a laugh at the sight of the T-shirt he wore beneath.
    “You and layers.” She shook her head. “Get naked faster!”
    Mick was happy to oblige. Alice fell back onto the bed, lifting her hips so he could tug off her jeans, though neither of them had remembered to take off her boots first. Laughing, they struggled, and he paused to soak in, once more, how truly fucking beautiful Alice was.
    “What?” she asked self-consciously.
    Mick shook his head and finished shucking out of his jeans and briefs. Her gaze dropped to his cock, hard as iron now. Fuck, he loved the way her eyes went all dreamy when she looked at him.
    “I love watching you get turned on,” Mick said.
    She looked at his face, mouth open as though to say something, but all she did was lick her lips. Then slowly, deliberately, she moved back on the bed and let her thighs fall open. One hand drifted along her inner thigh to stroke a fingertip along her pussy. Then, oh fuck, she stuck out her tongue to lick the same fingertip. Her eyes never left his.
    Mick knew an invitation when he got one. In a heartbeat, he was between her legs. Hands slipping beneath her ass to lift her close so he could feast on her. At that first long lick, she gave a low cry. When he found her clit and let the flat of his tongue stroke over it, her hand went to the top of his head.
    He loved it when he made her react this way. He loved turning her on. And hell yeah, Mick loved making Alice come.
    He flicked his tongue over her slick flesh until she cried out again. Then he moved up the bed, rolling onto this back and pulling her along with him until she ended up straddling his face. Much better, now she could ride his mouth and tongue, really getting herself off, and all he had to do was lay back and enjoy every second of it.
    Mick closed his eyes, letting himself get lost in every smell, every taste of her. Alice moved on his mouth. Slowly at first, then faster. Her hand reached behind her to stroke his cock, and the arch of her back pressed her pussy harder against his mouth. He was drowning in her and didn’t care; all that mattered was how good this felt.
    When she started to shake, he knew she was close. Her stroking hand faltered, edging him. Mick gripped her hips to keep her from moving off him. He wanted her to finish right there, right on his mouth, he needed to feel her come on his tongue. Just. Like. That.
    She shouted his name, hoarse. Her pussy throbbed and pulsed under his tongue. He drank her in, savoring every second of her climax, his balls aching for release. He protested with a groan when she moved off his face.
    Alice laughed, low and throaty, but her giggle turned to a groan when she seated herself on him. For a moment, neither of them moved. Breathing hard, she looked down at him. Mick ran his hands up her body to cover her breasts, and when she reacted with a sigh and another of those dreamy looks, he pinched her nipples lightly.
    “Oh,” Alice said. “Yeah. That. Again.”
    So he did it again. And again, when she asked. When she started to move on him, Mick gave himself up to everything. The slow, building pressure in his balls. The sharp sting of her nails digging into him.
    He wanted to fuck her forever, but he wasn’t going to last more than another minute. Alice moved faster, focusing on his face now. She looked determined. Riding him. Responding to his reactions.
    “Come for me, baby,” Alice said like he’d be giving her a gift.
    Mick gave her what she wanted. Pleasure exploded through him, so fierce he was sure he knew what dying felt like. There was nothing else but this ecstasy. Nothing more than the feeling of her body gripping his, urging him to the edge and hurtling him over it. In that moment, there was nothing else for him but Alice.
    She collapsed on top of him, her mouth on his throat and her hair a