Read Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off for Free Online

every intention of teaching her just how good it could be if she would give him the chance. He bit his lower lip as she yelled out her release. His own orgasm beckoned to be set free.
    Without thinking, without warning, he pulled up behind her and sheathed his starving cock with her drenched pussy.
    She cried out and collapsed on a moan. He continued to pump into her for three more strokes and then spent when her walls clenched down on him and her body shook with another release. Collapsing on her back, he kissed her cheek. They both breathed heavily, the sheen of sweat sticking them together.
    His lips caught the dampness from her tears.
    "Did I hurt you?” It felt like a kick in the gut; not a sensation he enjoyed after the strongest orgasm of his life had just rocked him.
    Bethany smiled. “No. You feel wonderful."
    "Why are you crying?” He pulled at her brown hair as he tried to find the rest of her face. A sigh of satisfaction left her, and he realized she was drifting off to sleep. Another tear escaped the corner of her left eye, but Jack could not tell if she even realized she was crying. Another kick hit him square in the gut as he realized he cared. He cared a lot. His mind started turning over how he ended up in this situation. How could he possibly be falling for this total stranger?
    When he got up and looked down, he realized he had taken her without protection.
    "Shit!” He grumbled and smacked himself in the forehead. He had never been so careless in his life. Bethany did not stir. She lay there, her perfect ass pink from being bit, and then smacked up against his thighs, asleep like all was right in the world. Jack looked around and took it all in. Lust he decided; he was in lust.

Chapter 4
    Bethany stretched like a cat as she opened her eyes. Her hands were holding on to something warm and smooth. Blinking, she realized it was a man. Not just any man, Jack. He was sound asleep. Her head was not on a pillow; it was on his chest. Her arm was draped over him, and her thigh was lying right over his crotch.
    Last night filtered in like a porn flick. She had been thoroughly deflowered by this man, and she was married to him to boot. Her friends might even be worried right now if they were even back to the hotel room. Bethany hugged him slightly. She slowly inhaled his warm male scent and lifted her left hand to brush her tangled hair away from her face.
    It was then she noticed it. The ring that was definitely not there when she passed out last night, sparkled in the light. Blinking, she brought it closer and realized it was no small gift. It was not large like the ring Douglas had presented to her, but it was beautiful just the same. A quarter carat princess cut diamond set in a platinum band circled her ring finger perfectly.
    How the hell had he done this?
    "Jack.” She gently shook him. He grumbled and stirred the hand on her thigh she had not realized was there. “Jack!"
    "Huh? What, what, what is it?” He awoke with a start, sitting up immediately, knocking her off of his chest in the process. “What's wrong?"
    "Where did you get this?” She drew her brows in together and gave him a serious look. Though, she could not help appreciate his sleep rumpled hair sticking straight up and pointing in all directions, or his massive chest, and blinking eyes. He looked better in the morning than he had last night.
    "Jesus, woman, I thought something was wrong.” Jack scrubbed his big hands over his face then looked at her. “You don't like it?"
    "I.” She was not sure what she wanted to hear, but his question certainly was not what she expected. His eyes were tracing her body, over her belly then up to her breasts. She tugged at the sheet and covered her stomach. “That's a question. You can't answer a question with another question."
    "I got it at the jewelry shop on the fifth floor. Do you like it?” He lay back down and closed his eyes.
    "I.” She looked at it. This was her ring, on her finger. It