Jar of Hearts: (Family Stone, # 5 Keisha and Shane) (Family Stone Romantic Suspense) Read Online Free PDF Page B

his finger and slicked her pussy lips as she rocked harder into his hand. Shane tongued her clit then sucked the bud into his mouth. She moaned long and loud.
    “Fuck me,” she groaned.
    “You going to be a loud lover, babe?” Fuck, he wanted her screaming.
    “If you’re good enough,” she sassed right back at him.
    Damn, his cock pulsed against the zipper of his fancy black pants. Shane needed to relieve the pressure. He slid his fingers out of her pussy. She rocked closer to him.
    “Minute.” He ripped the zipper down and unbuttoned his pants until his cock sprang free from the confines of the black silk.
    “Turn around,” he said gutturally.
    She hesitated. But then she obeyed the command. Shane unzipped her dress, unhooked her bra, and pushed everything off her shoulders and down her body. Her butt was round and plump and he couldn’t resist the primal urge to nip at her generous curves as he shoved the thong to the floor.
    “No way we’re making it to a bed the first time,” he growled.
    Keisha’s knees dipped. Her dress and underwear pooled at her feet. Shane had never seen a more erotic sight as she waited for him ceding control in this moment.
    He directed her. “Bend over the arm of the sofa.”
    She didn’t even hesitate this time. She took two long strides and bent over. She turned and looked over her shoulder and smiled wickedly. As if daring him to come and get it.
    Keisha had never been more turned on in her life.
    Thick liquid coated the inside of her thighs and she was empty, desolate. “I need you inside me. Now.”
    As he pushed to his feet, Shane’s cock bobbed from the nest of curls at his groin. He was huge. Not a complete surprise since he was a very large man. His long, thick staff stretched toward the ceiling, his erection as dark as the rest of him except for the deep red, engorged head.
    “Oh my god.” Her knees threatened to buckle at the thought of all that delicious man inside her.
    “Just call me Shane,” he teased as he shoved his pants off and strode over to her. His cock bobbed against the flat rippling muscles of his lower abdomen. He still wore the suit jacket and his shirt hung open playing peek a boo with his extremely ripped abs.
    “Damn, babe, you are gorgeous.” He smoothed his palm over her round butt and her entire body reacted to the subtle caress. Her pussy tingled and her nipples tightened into even harder points. Shit, she needed him inside her now. His rubbed his fingers along her slit and spread her juices over her pussy. “So fucking wet.”
    Shane took his hand away and pumped his cock once.
    Keisha whimpered at the sight.
    Shane thanked God that he’d had the forethought to put a condom in his suit jacket. More hopeful than premeditated, but hope was a powerful emotion.
    He snatched the little packet from the interior pocket as he shrugged the jacket off, then rolled the protection over his cock. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this hard. Keisha had spread her legs, arched her back, just waiting for him. Her pussy was flushed a deep dark rose, lips swollen and plumped, peeking through her mahogany curls. Just waiting for him to slam home.
    “You want me, babe?”
    Shane was a talker. He liked to tell his lover exactly what he was going to do. He knew from his former lovers that he was big so he tried to prepare them with words before he actually penetrated them.
    “Now,” she snarled. “Hard. Fast.”
    “Can’t.” He brushed the head of his cock against her slit, her juices coated the condom, and a slick heat poured from her body. She was so freaking hot.
    “Got to take it slow.” Shane pressed just the head inside her and paused. “Too big otherwise.”
    Keisha tried to push back against him to impale herself on his dick. But Shane held her hips, and forced himself to proceed gently.
    With one long, agonizingly slow glide, he buried himself to the hilt in her heat.
    He groaned. His balls snugged up tight against her