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“Show me the chaps.” I take a step back and point at the custom leather in her hand.

Summer turns to face me. “I’m wearing workout clothes. These need jeans.” She holds them up in my direction.

“They need nothing. Lose the clothes. Let me see.” I jut my chin in her direction.

Her dark eyes flare. “You want me to put them on with nothing under them?”

“Fuck yeah, I do.”

Her cheeks turn pink right before my eyes. “I haven’t had a shower. I’m all sweaty.”

“Don’t much care, Princess.” I cross my arms over my chest. “Fully intend to get you all sweaty right now anyway.”

Her cheeks twitch as she glances away momentarily. Shy but.. .eager.

She drops the chaps on the wooden floor with a heavy thud, rolling her lips together. The pink stain on the apples of her cheeks deepens to match the rose color of her lips.

She undresses, and I watch her like a total voyeur. She’s literally just undressing and not even trying to be sexy. It’s just that it’s her,and everything she does is sexy to me.

Work out tank top and bra, gone. Perky golden tits pop out with a playful bounce. A sprinkling of freckles dust the tops of them, and I’d like to trace every one. Write mine on each of her tits.

She peels off the tight-as-fuck leggings, bending over to clear her ankles and toes, and tosses them toward the pile of gym clothes beside her before straightening and looking at me. All curves, soft lines, and toned muscle.

“Like this?” she breathes out, puffy lips parted, eyes a little hooded.

“No panties? Yeah. I agree with you about the view up here. Far superior.”

She gives me a shy smile in return, and I stride forward, needing to be close to her. Needing contact. I slide my hands over her hips and the globes of her round ass as I drop to my knees in front of her. “You’re too fucking much. Too pretty. Too good.”

"No, you are." Her hand cups my cheek, fingernails rasping over my stubble. “I think I’ve wasted enough time with men who aren’t good enough to know that you are better than good. More than enough.”

I close my eyes and soak that up for a moment. Hearing that I’m enough for someone like Summer. I didn’t know how badly I needed to hear that.

All I can do is shake my head, press a kiss to her stomach, and reach for the chaps beside her. I hitch them around her waist, feeding the soft leather strap through the buckle, watching the silver detailing glint beneath her hip bones.

Wrapping one loose piece of leather around her leg, I start the zipper at the top and pull it down, careful not to catch any bare skin as I go. When I move to the opposite side, I notice a light tremor in my hand and shake my head again.

Summer threads her fingers in my hair as I pull the zipper all the way down. I lean forward and give the slit of her pussy one long, firm lick. Because I can’t be this close to it and not pay it some attention.

Her fingers tighten in my hair, and she pulls me closer. My chest rumbles as I give her clit a good hard pull with my mouth.

“For a girl who’s never had her pussy eaten, you’ve sure developed a taste.”

She tenses, pushing my head back. “Is it too much?” Her eyes are wide as she looks down at me and whispers, “Oh shit, I’m sorry.”

Grabbing at my shoulders, she tries to pull me up, but I shove two fingers inside her already slick, warm hole. So ready for me. “Summer, stop. It’s never too much. I’m the one who’s developed a taste.”

I lean forward again, on my knees for this girl, and give her another long, firm lick. “There is never too much of this. I’ll eat this pretty pussy all day, every day, if it means I get to watch you squirm around and beg for my cock. I love doing this for you.”

My fingers pump into her languidly as I suck hard at her clit, knowing I can get her close and then pull away to watch her get all flustered and huffy. Desperate.

I love that too.

When she leans on me, I pull away and stand, gripping her skull to plant a firm kiss on her mouth. “You see how fucking good you taste?” I slide my tongue into her mouth, swallowing the dirty moaning sound she makes at the back of her throat.

That’s where I plan to go next.

I step away to get a better view. Sexy, fancy leather chaps, tits heaving, eyes a little glassy.


Tags: Elsie Silver Romance