Hard Drivin Man Read Online Free PDF

to the mattress and hugging her so close she thought she’d dissolve into his body.
    As she simmered in the aftershocks, he caressed her pussy with the flat of his hand and sat back on his heels. “Do yourself, baby. I want to watch.”
    “But I’ve never done that…”
    “Ever?”
    “Just for me. Alone,” she whispered, knowing she gave him some hint of the sad sexual deprivation she’d endured in her marriage to his brother. She also saw in Trey’s shining dark gaze the thrill that this knowledge gave him. Suddenly, she swelled with desire to please him, tease him, make him satisfied and hungering for her.
    She lifted her hands and sent her fingers through her long hair, over her scalp, and down her throat, over her shoulders to her full and pointed little breasts. Her nipples were diamonds and she rubbed them with the centre of her palms. Her cunt hair was drenched with her own juices and his lavish kisses. She combed the thick curls of her pussy and shivered at the feel of herself, soaked with her thick syrup. Her clit—she tapped it and yelped—was achingly sensitive, and her labia felt as smooth as liquid glass, so rich with the heat of her desire and his care. She spread her legs wide and plumped up her full pussy lips to circle her clit, round and round, in glorious moaning splendour, nearing completion.
    His fingers clasped her wrists. His voice was harsh with want when he said, “You make me yearn to be the skin of your fingertips.”
    Limp with her own explorations, lost in her lush yearnings, she became bold. “I want your skin to mine—your fingers to pet me. ”
    His dark eyes set aflame with her words, he lifted her then so that she sat on the bed.
    With deliberate moves, he discarded his own starched shirt, his belt, his jeans and stepped out of his black briefs.
    She felt faint with the sight. My God, my God. Where have you been all these years with allthat beauty and power and fully standing red cock?
    She ate him up with her eyes, awestruck by the muscular play of sinew and bone, the patina of pale light and shadow on his scrumptious hard body. “Trey, you are every thing I imagined you’d be.”
    Stalking her on his knees, he leant down on one elbow and caught her nape with his free hand. “You thought about me. Good. Just like I dreamed of you.” He lavished a rich kiss on her lips. “Makes a man damn happy to know he’s admired.”
    A wicked idea flashed through her brain. “Want to show me just how happy you are?”
    He straightened up then and she looked up along the long, blue-veined wealth of his shaft, already dripping for her in need.
    “How’s that for happy, honey?”
    She licked her lips, put a hand up to circle his rod and noted her fingers barely touched.
    She stroked him up and down. “Trey, I’m going to die and go to heaven.”
    He snorted and bent down to brand her with a kiss. “Well, then, baby, I’m coming with you. Starting—” he pressed her thighs wide and rubbed his mouth over her cunt, “—as soon as I can get a damn sheath on!”
    He reached over to one box and tore it open. Packets sprayed all around them. But he held up a handful of pink packets and wore a rueful grin. “They had only watermelon flavoured.”
    She sputtered in delight. “Never heard of that.”
    “Yeah, well, imagine my distress.” He pushed up, ripped one packet with his teeth and flipped out the little red disk. The room filled with the aroma of the summer fruit.
    She shook with laughter.
    But he was about to roll the latex up his shaft.
    “Please,” she crooned to him, a hand atop his, “let me.”
    He put the condom in her palm and planted his hands on his hips. “Do it. I’m yours.”
    There she was, looking at this to-die-for hunk of man, admiring his muscles, his humour, his many charms. She tilted her head, wrapped her hand around the base of his HARD DRIVIN’ MAN
    very impressive blue-veined erection and leaned up to lick off the silver beads of pre-cum that