Free The Perfect Stroke by Jordan Marie Page A

body and highlight the creamy white skin perfectly. I don’t think I took the time to admire her body the first time we were together. That was a haze of lust and the buzz of alcohol. This is different. This time the lust is still here, but I’m stone cold sober and the truth is: I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman. Everything about her is perfect from the way her hips curve out into an hourglass figure to the perfect rise of her breasts, which move with every hard breath she takes and overfilling that silky bra. Perfect and mine to play with .
    I drop to my knees in front of her without a second thought. I’ve made a lifetime of making women get on their knees to please me. This is just another thing that sets CC apart.
    “Gray?” she whispers.
    Her hands go to my shoulders. They feel small against the muscles there—small but perfect. My arms go around her, pulling her into me, and I kiss her stomach. Warm, soft skin brushes against my lips and I taste her delicate, sugary sweetness with a kick of something that hits my system and grabs hold of me like nothing before—and, I fear, nothing after. Pure CC.
    “Shh…” I quiet her, letting my lips trail down the small area to the rim of her panties and breathe in the scent of her desire. Slowly, I push her panties down, revealing her pussy to me. I kiss down one hip and then the other. Greedy woman that CC is, her fingers curl into my hair and she does her best to pull me tight against her. I resist, but only because I plan on showing her who exactly is in charge. I push her underwear down, letting them pool at her ankles. “Step out of them, sweetheart,” I encourage her, moving my hands along the backs of her legs. Once she does, I push my head between her legs. She widens her stance for me, but growls in frustration when I don’t immediately give her what she wants. Instead, I find myself kissing along the side of her knee, tasting the skin there. The taste is much the same as her sweet lips with just a hint of salty flavor mixed in. I run my tongue along her thigh, moving closer to the center of her—the part where we both want my mouth. I know she feels the same because of the way she’s trying to ride the side of my head, thrusting that sweet pussy towards me. She’s hungry and full of need and I’m going to make sure I give her exactly what she wants… except it’ll be at my pace .
    I capture a small bite of her thigh between my lips, sucking on it. I make a mark there. I can tell by the small pop when I release suction, and I love the look of her darkened red skin almost as much as the hiss of breath she releases above me. I move my tongue over the skin, licking it, rewarding it for taking my mark.
    “Gray… son…”
    CC uses my full name, stopping halfway to moan so it comes out broken in half and something about that grabs hold of me. It makes me feel powerful that I’m doing this to her. It’s my touch, my lips, me who is making her let go of her control. Since I’ve been in Kentucky, one thing is clear to me: CC rarely lets down her guard or gives up control, yet she does both of those things with me. Both .
    I nibble up her thigh, pulling just enough to let her know I’m there and what I’m doing. It’s not designed for anything other than teasing. I groan as a fresh wave of her desire hits me, calling me. My hands clench against the backs of her thighs as I bite a little harder, pulling the skin out this time before letting go completely and kissing away the sting.
    “Gray, please,” she whispers.
    Her voice is hoarse and threaded with need. I growl, giving in to the pleading in her voice and my own desire to taste her.
    I shift so that I’m facing her. I look up and those green eyes are liquid pools, shining so bright they might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I keep my eyes locked on her even as I bring my hands up her legs and use each thumb to pull apart the lips of her juicy little cunt. The liquid proof of her