Free Prince and Single Mom by Morgan Ashbury Page A

for the hell of it.”
    Hannah gasped as Alex gently lifted first her right leg, then her left, and hooked her knees over the arms of the chair, leaving her spread wide and open to him.
    “Did your husband ever do this to you?”
    His words vibrated against the inside of her thighs as he began to kiss and lick them, moving closer to her pussy, his intention clear.
    “No.” She whimpered because he nipped her skin lightly, high on her right leg. His breath flowed over her delicate folds and she became aware of her own wetness.
    “Good. I’m very glad I will be the first man to taste you like this.”
    “Oh God.”
    The first caress of his tongue against her slit dissolved all her muscles. His hands gripped firmly on her hips, holding her still, and his wide shoulders prevented her from even trying to close her legs. Not that she wanted to. Slowly, gently, he began to lap and kiss her. She felt his tongue and then his lips explore her labia, and discover her clit. She knew that tiny piece of flesh swelled from the attention. Then he drew it into his mouth.
    She held one hand against her mouth to help stifle the little cry of shock as she nearly came. The other hand she anchored firmly in his hair to prevent him from moving away, not that he gave any sign of wanting to.
    Never had anything thrilled her so. She’d never been so instantly horny, so bone-meltingly pliant as she was right now. He seemed somehow able to keep her perched right on the very verge of rapture, as his tongue lapped and teased, swirled and dipped. She began to sob, little breath-catchy gasps of pleasure. She moved her hips, pressing her pussy more closely against his mouth. He laughed, and that felt delicious. Volts of electric current began to sizzle across her wet skin, crackling through her body to her toes. Her nipples went rock hard, and she didn’t know how much more she could take.
    Then he stabbed his tongue into her pussy and her body ignited into the fiercest orgasm she’d ever had. On and on it went until she couldn’t think, couldn’t move. She could only feel, and then she could only collapse.
    Distantly she heard the rasp of a zipper, the rustle of fabric. “I obtained some more condoms,” he whispered as he moved closer, wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her limp and nearly destroyed body toward to his. She groaned when he impaled her. Her already sensitive clit felt as if it wanted to hide when the hair surrounding his cock brushed it. But then, like any coquette, the damn thing decided it liked being nestled in his groin. Wrapping her arms around him, she could feel every hot, hard inch of him, slowly moving in and out. He nuzzled her neck.
    “You tasted very good to me, Hannah. Let me share that with you.”
    It was the most provocative thing she’d ever been offered. But she accepted, kissing him full on the mouth, tasting herself on his lips, and that taste shot her over the edge of oblivion once more. Even covered with the latex, she could feel the answering ejaculation from his cock. For a long moment she could do nothing but try to breathe, her arms still holding him close. He leaned fully against her, but she didn’t mind his weight. Finally, she asked, “How many more?”
    She thought she might have to clarify, but after a moment, he replied, “Dozens.”
    “Dozens? My God, Alex, we’re going to kill each other.”
    “That, my dear, is entirely possible.”

Chapter 9
 
     
    Dancing felt almost like making love.
    The heavy beat of the music, as Melissa Ethridge belted out about being the only one, had always only been a good song to dance to. Never before had it put Philip in mind of hot, greedy sex. Of course he realized the reason for that could lay with the woman he held tightly against his chest.
    He’d expected her to protest when he’d pulled her body flush with his as the music started. Instead, she’d wrapped her arms around his neck and looked him dead in the eye.
    She kept him off balance,