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  1. A LOVE CALLED SIMON
  2. Table of Contents
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Chapter 20
  23. Chapter 21
  24. Chapter 22
  25. Chapter 23
  26. Chapter 24
  27. Chapter 25
  28. Chapter 26
  29. Chapter 27
  30. Chapter 28
  31. Chapter 29
  32. Chapter 30
  33. Chapter 31
  34. Chapter 32
  35. Chapter 33
  36. Chapter 34
  37. Chapter 35
  38. Chapter 36
  39. BOOKS BY SANDI LYNN
  40. About The Author
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He hooked his fingers into the sides of my panties and slid them down my legs, taking them off and bringing the crotch up to his nose. “Your smell drives me insane, Gabrielle.” He tossed them to the side and bent down, pushing my legs apart and burying his face in between my thighs. His tongue licked up and down my wet opening and then made tiny circles around my swollen, aching clit. I threw my head back as my legs tightened like force grips around his head. Before I knew it, his fingers dipped inside me. I thrust up my hips with the sweet rhythm of his movements, and light moans escaped my lips.

“That’s right, baby, enjoy it.” His tongue lightly brushed over my clit as the intensity of my uprising orgasm grew. My hands fell to my sides as I gripped the bed sheets as hard as I could and my body lost all control. “That was amazing.” Simon smiled as he ran his tongue across his lips and hovered over me, smashing his mouth against mine and tangling his fingers in my hair.

“I’m losing control, Gabrielle, and I need to be inside you. I need to fuck you right now.”

As I tried to control my breathing, I nodded. There was a desperation in his voice that I’d never heard before.

“Are you on any birth control?”

“Yes, but you’ve been with too many women, Simon.”

“I’m clean and I need you to trust me. I can prove it to you after I fuck you. Trust me, Gabrielle. Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I whispered. Simon Young wasn’t the type of man who would let himself contract an STD. At least, I hoped not.

His mouth found its way to my breasts, nipping at my erect nipple with his teeth and tugging the other with his fingers. “Stroke my cock before I put it inside you. I want to feel your soft, beautiful hand around it.”

I reached over and placed my hand around his thickness, stroking him slowly up and down. Feral groans rumbled up his throat as he threw his head back and closed his eyes. After a few pumps, he removed my hand, grabbed the other, and held both of my hands above my head while he grabbed ahold of his cock and placed it at the edge of my opening. His pacific blue eyes danced with excitement as he stared into mine, and he gently pushed himself into me. I gasped. He gasped.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight,” he moaned as he pushed deeper into me.

My body was on fire and I’d never felt anything like it. His cock gave me such a different feeling inside than Brendon’s ever did.

“Oh my God, you feel so good,” he voiced with bated breath.