Title: Last Call
Series: The Landing Strip
Authors: Emily Minton & Shelley Springfield
Release Date: July 24, 2017
He’s a fighter…
And he never gives up.
After giving the last sixteen years of his life to Uncle Sam, Lark Shelton finally puts down his gun and hangs up his uniform. Opening The Landing Strip bar with his two best friends and brothers at arms seems like the perfect escape from his past.
One-night stands are all he will commit to, but when he encounters the feisty and sensual Paisley Black, Lark longs for something more—something deeper than his typical hook-ups. She’s everything he never knew he wanted, and he’s determined not to let her go.
(Warning: Sexual Situation and Adult Language)
I want to taste her, have her flavor in my mouth. This is something I do not do. At least, not in a long damn time. I fuck. I do it hard and fast, getting my partner and myself off as quickly as possible. With other women, there is no damn way I would have even considered putting my mouth where so many others have been before. With Paisley, it’s different. I want to know all of her, every damn inch.
Grabbing the sides of her panties, I wait for her to lift her ass and pull them down her legs. When I finally lay eyes on her glistening pussy, my mouth begins to water. Her lips are a pretty shade of pink with her excitement causing them to glisten with need. Her clit… Fuck, it’s amazing. It’s deep red, standing proud, and begging for my attention.
I open her up with my fingers, sliding them from top to bottom. I coat them with her juices and slowly push one inside of her. I add another and move them in and out of her depths. She’s tight, so fucking tight that my cock thumps against my zipper, wanting to get loose.
When she starts to whimper, I pull them out and reach up to give her clit a gentle twist. I finally lower my head, getting my first taste of her, and nearly lose my fucking mind. Her flavor is outstanding, amazing, like manna from heaven. It’s like nothing I have ever tasted before. There is no way to label it, other than simply delicious.
I slide my fingers into her again, crooking them just enough to add to her pleasure. My mouth goes to her clit, sealing over it and sucking it deep into my mouth. When my teeth graze over her nub, her ass raises off the desk and she lets out a moan.
“Yes!” she shouts, throwing her head back. “Just like that.”
I keep up my assault, gliding my fingers in and out, faster and faster. I suck harder, using my teeth to add to the pleasure. Within seconds, she starts to contract around my fingers. She’s close, so fucking close. I want to get her there, have her come from just my mouth and fingers. Then later, I want her to do it again around my cock. Biting down with a little more force, I add a touch of pain to the game and push her over the edge.
“Oh my God,” she moans as she convulses around my fingers. “Lark.”
I smile around her clit and give it one more swipe of my tongue. After another few seconds, not wanting to cut her pleasure short, I slowly slide my fingers out. I give her sensitive pussy a quick pat and bring my fingers to my mouth to get one last taste of her before standing up. Once I’m on my feet again, I reach around and pull out my wallet.
“Hate to disappoint you, mon cheri, but I’m not God.” Taking out a condom, I shoot her a wink. “Just a simple man.”
USA Today Bestselling author, Emily Minton is a Kentucky native. She is proud to call the Bluegrass State her home. She claims she bleeds blue–Wildcat Blue! She has been married to her husband, David, for over twenty years. They share two wonderful children.
Shelley was born and raised in Kentucky and doesn’t see herself leaving the bluegrass state anytime soon. Shelley and her husband have been together for sixteen years, and they share three beautiful daughters and one handsome son.