Free Stolen Goods: A Secret Baby Romance by Lola White

“I
told you, I know you better than you know yourself, Moon. You’ve never done anything for nothing.”
    “Except this.” She
felt her face growing hot, but she forced her confession through her drying
throat. “I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never…”
    “What?”
    She took a deep
breath and just told him the truth, plainly and without grace. “I look at you
and my pussy gets wet, Nolan. My nipples tighten until they hurt, and all I can
think of is how good they would feel in your mouth, with you sucking them so
hard I could come from that alone.”
    “Jesus.”
Shuddering, he put his hands on her shoulders and urged her up his body. “Come
here and I’ll do just that.”
    She resisted his
tugging and licked another line over his waistband. “I want to touch you, taste
you. I want to feel you against me so bad my skin feels like it’s lifting,
maybe reaching for you. I don’t know, Nolan, but I’ve never felt such a
physical need before.”
    “Maybe it’s
hormones.”
    “Maybe it’s you.
I’ve never met anyone like you.” She tugged his boxers down to free his thick
cock.
    Weslyn had never
been a woman to fawn over a penis. She didn’t particularly care for the look of
them, or the threat inherent in them. But Nolan was different. He would never
use his body to hurt her, or any woman—he would never use sex as a threat or a
weapon.
    No, his dick had
been made for pleasure. Thick and flushed, it grew harder, longer, as she
palmed it. His skin was soft and hot, his shaft filled her hand perfectly.
    And he tasted
clean. She licked the head of his cock and watched his reaction with an
uplifted gaze. His nostrils flared, his lips pursed. His lashes fluttered down
over liquid silver eyes, but his lids closed completely when she sucked him
deep into her mouth.
    Weslyn ran her
tongue over him, up and down, tracing the head and licking the base. She consumed
his cock, swallowing against him, taking him deeper and moaning as she tasted
the faintest flavor of his pleasure. She ran her palms up his legs and under
his boxers, groping for his balls and fondling them once she caught the tight
globes. What she couldn’t fit in her mouth, she took in hand, working him until
he was taut and tense, his whole body trembling and lifted, his breath rushing
from his throat in growling pants.
    “ Weslyn .
Enough, come here.”
    The command was
forceful, but his hands were gentle as he pulled her from his dick and hauled
her up his body. He draped her against his chest, then smoothed his palms over
her legs the way she’d done to him. Heated trails of sensation followed in his
wake as he gripped the backs of her thighs, kneaded until she squirmed with
desire, then tugged them to either side of his legs. Her wet folds slid over
the length of his rigid dick and Weslyn caught her breath with a small moan.
    “I want to
pleasure you , Nolan.”
    “We can take
turns,” he promised as his fingers delved into her needy pussy.
    He filled her,
stretched her and called forth more wetness from her depths. Weslyn squirmed
and arched, loving the way his fingers felt, loving the way they rubbed her
inner walls, reaching for the spot that would make lightning flash inside her
skin. But she was determined to do what she wanted also, so she writhed on his
fingers as she caught his dick and stroked.
    He pressed deep,
she tightened her grip. He pulled back and she grasped his balls. They both
groaned and struggled to get closer, lips barely brushing as they teased each
other with heated breaths and quick licks. Face to face, they watched each
other’s eyes, and Weslyn learned what Nolan liked by the way the color within
his irises shifted and darkened.
    Silver to green to
silver again. Molten and smoldering, his gaze penetrating deeper than his
fingers, or the thick cock he replaced them with after he’d loosened her grip.
He pushed into her, dragged over sensitized nerves, stretching and filling her
in slow inches. Weslyn