Free Can't Buy Your Love by Tressie Lockwood Page A

tilted her head back to twirl her tongue with his. She reached between them and stroked his cock. The shaft strained against her hand, hardening as she worked it. Vanity squeezed the head and felt moisture at the tip. Owen groaned in her mouth, but he lifted her into his arms and laid her on the bed. Above her he took in her full length, and she didn’t miss the expression in his eyes that made her heart ache. Staying was the right decision. She knew nothing of making a home with a man and his child. Family seemed like a foreign concept, but she was willing and open to learn.
    Owen climbed onto the bed. She parted her legs and raised her hands to him. He settled between her thighs, their hips meeting in the most mind numbing of pleasurable connections.
    “Vanity,” he murmured as he eased his cock past her entrance. Vanity raised her hips off the bed to meet his gentle thrust. With each inch inside, she grew desperate for more. His harsh grunt when he was seated to the hilt sent shivers down her spine. Owen caught one ankle and raised her leg. He began gliding in and out of her pussy and hissed between his teeth. “You’re so hot, baby.”
    “I’m hot for you. I can’t get enough.” She played with her clit, and the sensations of an orgasm teased with her mind but refused to break. Vanity struggled to pick up the pace as their bodies met, but Owen kept rigid control. She whined, and he appeared to pick up on what she needed.
    He guided her hand over her clit, encouraging her play. Vanity tugged at the sensitive bud, and her orgasm grew stronger, but each time it crested in her core, the damn waves receded. She cried out her frustration.
    “Easy, baby, I always please you, and this time is no different.” Owen pulled out of her. “Get onto your hands and knees.”
    She did as she was told and looked back at him. To her surprise, he dropped to his knees on the floor and licked her pussy. Dripping wet, Vanity pushed back onto her lover’s tongue. Owen drove deep and laved her juices. She gasped and wiggled in bliss, but her orgasm didn’t come to a head.
    Owen leaned away. “Play with your clit for me.”
    She reached between her legs and began stroking her button. Pleasure ruptured like wildfire, and she rode both her fingers and Owen’s tongue. When she whimpered his name, he stopped once again, and she protested.
    “Hold on, my love.” He drove his fingers into her and rotated them a little while. “So wet. You need to come, don’t you, baby?”
    “Yes, please, Owen,” she begged.
    He removed his fingers and slid them higher to her anal entrance. Vanity bit into her bottom lip. She squeezed her eyes shut, and then he took the plunge, inserting one finger into her ass. He worked it around and around until her muscles loosened. A second finger followed the first, and strength left Vanity’s body with the sense of fullness. Still, Owen wasn’t done. He kept his fingers where they were and then threaded his dick into her pussy. She yelped.
    “Keep playing with that clit,” he commanded.
    Three spots stimulated at the same time, Vanity took in a single breath before her entire core went into hyperdrive. A climax took hold, more potent than any she experienced in the last weeks, and she screamed through her release. Owen pounded into her from behind until her shouts turned to whimpers, and then he altered their positions. He sat on the side of the bed with her on his lap facing away from him. Vanity held onto his thighs and rode his cock at an unhurried pace. Owen’s hands spasmed on her hips before he emptied his hot load inside of her.
    “I love you, Vanity.”
    She leaned back and sighed in contentment, a hand at his cheek to caress it. “And I love you, baby. You have my trust—and all my heart.”
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    “Mrs. Chase, it’s a girl,” the doctor announced.
    Vanity collapsed back on the bed, her mind in a spin. First a husband and a stepson, and now a daughter. As scary as it was, at last she