Just Like Candy. Kimberly Kaye Terry
Чтение книги онлайн.
Читать онлайн книгу Just Like Candy - Kimberly Kaye Terry страница 2
Название: Just Like Candy
Автор: Kimberly Kaye Terry
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Эротическая литература
isbn: 9780758283337
isbn:
“You tell me what I want to hear and I’ll give you what we both want,” he lifted his head and promised. The look in his light grey eyes was lusty and demanding, before he turned his attention back to her bared pussy.
He stroked a swift, deadly caress with his tongue, separating her vaginal lips. He captured the hood covering her clit between his teeth, ferreted out her tightly drawn bud, and slowly, so slowly…released it.
The sudden, unexpected caress forced Candy to cry out in passionate disbelief.
This was as far as he’d ever gone in his lovemaking. She was filled with nervous excitement, hoping this time, at last, he would satisfy her.
Candy would finally get to feel the long hard length of him embedded deep inside her. She lay back down against the pillows with her heart pounding erratically in her chest and knew it was now or never.
It always came to this. This was the point where he’d offer her an ultimatum and she would retreat, unable to give him what he demanded. Afraid.
But not this time.
No. This time, she was ready and beyond tired of being strung out, begging him for the release only he could give her. No other man would do.
She was tired of fear holding her back. This was the man she wanted, and no one else.
No one else did it for her. No one created this deep, allencompassing, yearning…this crazy ache in her heart, like he did.
She took a deep, determined breath and held it for a fraction of a second, before she slowly released the pent-up air.
This time she would give him the words he demanded. She’d admit to him what he already knew.
“I want you to fuck me.”
She knew the words were stark, bold. Didn’t leave much to the imagination. But there it was.
“Nice start, Candy,” he breathed against her inner thigh and stroked her again with his hot, talented tongue. “But how do you want me to fuck you?”
Oh god. This was going to be harder than she thought. To actually say out loud her secret kink, to risk being exposed…the thought alone was enough to scare the hell out of her.
She almost backed out, almost.
Taking another deep breath, she allowed the words to trip from her tongue. “Get the binds…and the paddle. I’m ready. I want you to…”
BZZZ. BZZZ. BZZZ
She uttered a cry of disbelief. Her eyes flew open and she looked down between her legs hoping to see a dark blond head lying between her spread thighs, ready to give her what she needed…Lord, what she craved!
The only thing she saw as she glanced down was one of her own hands buried deep inside her creaming opening, the other braced against her thigh.
Well, damn!
At that point, Candy felt like howling out loud in sheer frustration.
“Oh damn…not again,” she groaned. She reluctantly withdrew her wet fingers from her vagina and sat straight up in bed.
With a sinking heart she realized she’d been dreaming. Reality had reared its ugly head with a vengeance in the form of her alarm clock going off.
She whipped her head around, almost giving herself whiplash as she searched the room.
As though she was trying to see if anyone had witnessed what she’d been doing in bed, under the covers, lights out and all alone, she thought, completely disgusted with herself.
She acknowledged she was a mess. Or better still, as Pauline Rogers, her new assistant at the youth center, would say…“a hot mess.”
With a sigh of disgust at her unreasonable embarrassment, Candy reached over and slammed a hand on top of the offending apparatus. It was one of those art nouveau, old-fashioned-looking alarm clocks that friends who thought they were funny gave you for Christmas gifts.
The type whose alarm was so shrill and long, it could wake the dead.
With a groan, Candy flopped back down and pulled the comforter up to her chin as she snuggled deeper into the covers.
She’d had another erotic, wake-up-with-her-panties-wetand-fingers-smelling-like-her-own-coochie, unfulfilling dream.
Candy released a heartfelt groan, grabbed her pillow and shoved it over her face as she rolled over in the bed to lie face down.
She stayed in that position for long moments and allowed her heartbeat to return to normal.
Damn it.
Just when she was ready to admit what she wanted. Just when she was ready to give her dream lover the words he needed to hear, before he’d give her what she wanted—the friggin’ alarm had to go off.
“Oh well, guess I wasn’t exactly ready to go down that path of discovery anyway. I ought to be ashamed of myself for even wanting to, even in a dream,” she mumbled, her lips pressed into the bed.
With forced determination she made herself climb out of the bed and start her day.
She looked around for her slippers. She groaned when she only found the one near her bed and spied the other one clear across the room.
“Doggone it, Rus! Leave my house shoes alone, boy!” she fussed out loud when she spied her tomcat, Russell, laying his big striped head on her slipper as though it were his pillow. The cat had an unnatural love for all things furry.
She grumbled as she put one foot in the available slipper, grabbed the thin robe hanging from the foot rail of her bed and hopped over to retrieve the other slipper, snatching it from under the big cat’s head. She rolled her eyes at his indignant cry of anger.
“Sorry, sugah, but Mama’s tootsies get cold on these hard wood floors. Especially this time of the year.”
With affection she patted the top of his large head on her way out of the bedroom after she placed the matching slipper on her foot.
Yawning deeply, Candy walked into the small bathroom at the end of the narrow hallway. She stood before the vanity and stared at her reflection.
“Ummm. Girlfriend, you need a man. This dream lover stuff is seriously not cutting it.”
She reached a slender arm up and opened the medicine cabinet to withdraw her toothbrush and toothpaste and began her morning ritual.
“I mean, it’s not as though you can’t find a man, right?” she asked herself around a mouthful of white paste.
As she brushed her teeth, she carefully examined her face. Without conceit, Candice knew she was attractive enough. Her smooth, oval, mocha-colored face was clear and free of blemishes.
Her teeth, despite her never having had braces as a child, were fairly straight. She had a small space between her front two teeth that even if she had been able СКАЧАТЬ