Free 3 BOOK BUNDLE "Her Last Love Affair", "Her Last Love Affair: Breathing Without You" AND "Her Last Love Affair: The Final Journey" by Clara James

traced the thick,
distended vein on the underside of his shaft.
    Feeling suddenly more bold, Allie bobbed her head forwards,
releasing a long, low hum as she drew him passed her gag reflex and down into
her throat.
    “God!” Reece exclaimed loudly. “Please,” he panted, lowering
his voice, as he was, on some level, still aware of the very public display
they’d make for any of Allie’s neighbors. “You’ve got to stop. I’m so close.”
    Allie was tempted to ignore his pleas, part of her wanted to
feel him come in her mouth. However, another part of her wanted to ensure that
the evening didn’t end quite so soon. Slowly, she drew back, letting her tongue
linger over him for much longer than was necessary, before releasing him
altogether. She looked at his member, glistening with her saliva, while she
swept the back of her hand across her mouth.
    “Ahh,” Reece sighed in semi-relief and semi-frustration.
    When Allie finally looked up, she noticed that his eyes were
closed, his head tilted back, as he gulped in air through an open mouth. The
powerful effect of knowing she had done that to him was unimaginably sexy. “So,”
she drawled saucily, as she gracefully pulled herself upright. “You still want
to go?”
    Sensing her movement, Reece opened his eyes and dipped his
head to find her face, beaming up at him. “No,” he shook his head.
    “Good,” she nodded, reaching behind her blindly and finding
the doorknob with practiced ease. With a quick twist, she was stepping
backwards into the apartment. She grinned at the picture he made, with his
massive, stiff, wet cock poking out of his pants and a look of pure surrender
on his face. Reaching out, she offered him her right hand.
    Without hesitation, Reece grasped her fingers with his own
and happily allowed himself to be tugged into the apartment.
    Kicking the door behind them, Allie didn’t let go of Reece’s
hand, but to ensure there would be no more gentlemanly compunctions to spoil
the evening, she also wrapped her free fingers around his shaft. “Come with
me,” she urged, as she lead him towards the bedroom.
    Reece followed with a humorous, “Yes ma’am,” while his hand
caressed the tight, ass cheek in front of him. 
    As soon as she crossed the threshold of the bedroom, Allie
released Reece and grasped the hem of her shirt with both hands. Quickly, she
whipped it up and over her head, dumping it on the carpet by the foot of the
bed. Her hands just as rapidly reached behind her, unclasping her bra. It too,
was dropped carelessly.
    Reece smiled as he watched her, but as she moved to remove
her jeans with the same speed, he shouted, “Woah!” Slowly stepping forwards, he
continued a quieter mantra. “Woah, woah, woah.”
    Bewildered, Allie froze. She was frightened that he was
about to become noble on her again, but the condition of his manhood, which
seemed to have become even bigger, suggested not.
    “I want to savor this,” he said, his hands reaching out to
her waist. “You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, his eyes moving leisurely over
her semi-pale torso. His gaze moved up and he lingered over her breasts, the
rigid pink tips and the areola puckered with gooseflesh. Ducking his head to
that sexy, sensitive flesh, he placed his mouth over one of those warm pebbles.
    Allie’s hand automatically drifted to the back of his head,
encouraging him. Her fingers tangled in his thick, black hair, as she released
a contended moan. “Reece,” she whimpered.
    Too soon, however, he was moving. His mouth trailed kisses
down her body, around the curve of her breast and over her stomach, as he fell
to his knees. When he came to the waistband of her jeans, his hands swept from
her hips to the brass button just beneath her naval. Gradually, he unclasped it
and began to tug the blue jeans over her hips. Reece was met by the powerful
musky aroma of her arousal. Glancing up at her, he found Allie looking back at
him. Her hands were both resting on his