Free Forbidden Lust: 3 (Lust for Life) by Jayne Kingston Page A

the seam of her ass. Whether it
was still hard from what they’d left unfinished, the redhead or the fact that
she was fighting him, she didn’t know.
    Didn’t care. All she knew was she wanted it. She wanted him.
    “I let her know I was already occupied for the night,” he
said, kissing her neck as he pulled her back inside slowly, not forcing her.
“With the woman of my dreams.”
    He didn’t need to. Her temper was cooling even as her pussy
heated again.
    “Don’t fuck with me, Oscar.”
    “Fuck you, yes,” he said, smiling against the spot where
neck curved into her shoulder as he slowly removed her purse and set it on the
kitchen table. “Fuck with you, no.” He reached over and closed the
sliding patio door. “Not anymore.”
    And just like that he had one hand between her legs, fingers
cupping the mound of her pussy with a delicious pressure, his other hand under
her shirt, squeezing her breast. She pulled her shirt off over her head with
shaking hands as he went for the buttons on her shorts, then stripped them down
her legs. By the time she turned his own shirt was off and his shorts were
dropping to the kitchen floor.
    “Here,” she said, giving him a slight push so they went down
to the floor together, him on his back and her on hands and knees above him.
    She nipped and licked her way up his stomach and chest but
didn’t stop to kiss him before she straddled his head, legs spread wide to give
him full access to her pussy. He obliged by gripping her ass with both hands
and raising his head to meet her as she came down on his mouth.
    Her back arched and her mouth fell open as he devoured her
with an enthusiasm that was overwhelming. She was instantly back to the point
he’d taken her to out on the porch, and then she was coming, crying out between
deep, ragged gasps for air, rocking her throbbing clit against the pressure of
his incredibly talented tongue.
    It was too much and not enough at the same time. Before she
was even close to coming down she crawled backward and gripped his dick. She’d
fully intended to fuck him right then and there, but he sat up and grabbed her
by the hips, holding her off.
    “Up,” he said, giving her a playful smack on the hip.
    “But—”
    “No condom.” He got up and helped her stand on her barely
functioning legs, slung her over his shoulder as if she weighed nothing,
carried her up the stairs and dropped her onto his enormous bed.
    Eva bit back another wave of jealousy when she got a glimpse
of the large number of condoms strewn in the nightstand drawer—obviously kept
at the ready for leggy redheads, or whoever happened to stop by apparently—as
he took a couple out.
    She was no different, she reminded herself. She kept condoms
as a just-in-case in her own nightstand. Just not as many, for Christ’s sake.
    He dropped one onto her stomach and it startled her out of
her thoughts.
    “Where’d you go just now?” he asked, lifting one of her legs
by the ankle to kiss the arch of her foot.
    “It doesn’t matter.” She tore open the condom wrapper and
let her gaze wander down his body, over his beautiful chest to his cock, which
was so hard it was practically pointing toward the ceiling.
    “You sure?” He kissed his way up her sole to her big toe.
    She pulled her foot out of his grip and sat up, stroked the
smooth, hot hardness of his prick several times before she sheathed him.
“Positive.”
    Because in the end all that mattered was she was about to
have him inside her. No matter who’d come before, she was with him in that
moment.
    Eva scooted her ass to the edge of the bed, stretched out on
her back and opened her legs for him. Oscar picked up her feet and pushed until
her knees were spread high and wide. She reached between them and angled his
cock until he could slip the head inside of her. She watched goose bumps spread
over his skin and his eyes closed, mouth open, as he slowly pushed himself
deep.
    “My God,” he breathed. He pulled all the