Baby Fever (A Real Man Book 3)
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I wanted my hands on her bare ass, wanted my cock buried deep in her pussy, and I was going after that right now.
I was on the deck in seconds flat, stopped right in front of her, and growled low at how good she looked in my clothes. But I need them off her now.
“You look positively wild,” she breathed out.
That’s exactly how I felt when I looked at her.
“Strip for me,” I ordered.
She shivered visibly, but obeyed right away. I made a low sound in my throat at how much that pleased me. I wasn’t going to last long, but right now wasn’t about stamina, but about both of us getting off.
She had the shirt and sweats off in seconds, and for long moments I looked my fucking fill of her. Her tits were big, her nipples a dusky rose color. Her long red hair hung in waves over her shoulders, and her trimmed pussy hair, which was the same shade as the strands on her head, had my cock jerking.
“Red is my fucking favorite color.”
She gasped, but didn’t answer. I knew I’d told her that already, but I didn’t care if I had. I wanted her to know again.
I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled the zipper down, and grabbed my cock. I gave the fucker a few strokes, pre-cum coming out of the slit, and my whole body tensed, that’s how ready I was for her. She watched me jerk off.
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She’s the only one he’ll ever want …
Turning us around, I walked us backward until the car stopped us from going farther. She had her back to the driver’s side window, and I curled my bigger body around hers, causing her to arch for me. Her breasts were more than a handful, but fit her slender body perfectly. My fingers itched to touch them, to unbutton her shirt, pull the sides apart, and just go to town massaging the globes.
“Touch me,” she whispered, as if she read my mind.
I was about to fucking come right in my jeans, no joke, but I needed to keep my cool. I might be a virgin, but I’d jerked off plenty of times to the image of Isabel in my head, enough that I had self-control down pretty damn well.
I pulled back, forcing myself to break the kiss. Before I undid her shirt, I ran my tongue over first her top lip and then her bottom. She moaned, and I couldn’t help kissing her again, swallowing the sound. Finally, I took a step back, clenching my hands into fists repeatedly as I watched the rise and fall of her breasts under the light pink blouse she wore.
“Please.” She whispered that word on a moan, and my fucking control snapped right in half.
I all but tore those little pearl buttons off, parted the material, and stared down at the white bra she wore. My mouth dry, the fucker in my pants throbbed. Hell, the bra wasn’t anything fancy, just cotton with a little lace detailing around the edges. But the fucking material was transparent, and I could make out the quarter-sized areolae. They were a darker red, and her nipples were hard and pressed against the fabric.
“Christ, Isabel.” I dragged my gaze up and looked at her face. Pleasure was clear on her expression. I didn’t want to be crude or too rough, but I didn’t know if I could control myself to be tame. The truth was that jerking off and actually standing in front of Isabel, about to be with her, was really fucking different.
No shit.
“You look scared,” she said softly, and I breathed out slowly.
“I’m not scared, baby. I’m trying not to devour you.” When I opened my eyes, she made this little sound in the back of her throat. I wondered what I looked like to her.
“Maybe I want that.” Her words were heady, softly spoken, and told me exactly how much she wanted this.
“Once I start, I won’t be able to stop.” I wanted to be honest.
“I won’t ask you to stop.”
Good. God.
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