Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
But then she grinds herself against me, and my hands reflexively move to her ass, gripping her and pushing her against me harder. When I hear her moan, my cock starts to ache, feeling tortured and punished when I don’t flip her under me and take her.
“What are you doing?” I ask on a rasp when her lips leave mine and start trailing down my body.
She grins against my abs as she continues sliding down, dragging her lips across my flesh in a way that has me fisting the sheet under me.
“You can’t make fun of me if I do this wrong,” she says, confusing me, but then she pulls my boxers down, freeing my aching cock, and I forget what the hell I was thinking.
When her fingers curl around me, pumping me once, my entire body jerks like there’s a live wire she just set free.
“Allie,” I hoarsely whisper, clearing my throat. “What are you—oh fuck me.”
Her lips—her perfect, lush, soft, fucking incredible lips—go around the crown, and she flicks that teasing damn tongue against the tip, as though she’s testing my taste. I damn near come then and there.
“I’ll fuck you later,” she says, a smile in her voice, apparently teasing me for what flew out of my mouth when she took me into her mouth.
She flicks her tongue again, swirling it around the tip, and then she sucks the crown into her mouth, and I fight really damn hard not to thrust. Her unpracticed motions are more exploratory, as though she’s learning and testing things out. It’s heavenly torture. My balls tighten as air hisses between my teeth when she sucks a little harder.
It doesn’t matter how unpracticed she is, just knowing her lips are on me right now, tasting, sucking, hungrily taking me in deeper each time, is enough for me to lose it. I have to fight off the early release, trying not to embarrass myself.
Her hair falls down to my hips, feeling like silk against my skin, and her knees are tucked under her. It’s honestly the sexiest fucking thing ever, and her hard nipples taunt me.
She sucks me in deeper, finding a rhythm as her hand fists at my base, and my eyes fucking cross when I try to watch. There’s no way I can fight it off any longer, and my entire body goes rigid, warning me, as my stomach muscles ripple and tighten.
“Allie,” I warn, but I barely get out the choked whisper. So I tug at her hair when words decide to fail me.
She doesn’t stop. In fact, she fucking moans and quickens her rhythm, and black dots speckle my vision when my orgasm detonates—yes, detonates like a motherfucking bomb exploding. I pulse into her mouth, but she never stops, continuing her rhythm until every last drop is spilled out of me.
I don’t see her expression, but I hear her swallow loudly, as if she’s struggling to do so. I’d laugh or speak if I could get my lips to move. She finally peers up at me, a shy smile on her face, and I lazily gesture for her to come to me.
She slowly climbs up my body, and I pull her down to me, kissing her in appreciation as she runs her hands up my body.
“Fuck,” I whisper, and she laughs against my lips.
“Now that I have you subdued and a little less defensive, I have something to say,” she whispers.
My brain and mouth don’t communicate, and I can’t speak real sentences. She seizes that opportunity to continue.
“I love you, too, Wren Prize,” she says, smiling as she takes my lips, and my strength returns with vigor as I tighten my hold around her waist. My chest squeezes almost painfully, and something hot washes over my body.
I want to kiss her, fuck her, hug her, take her out, celebrate, announce it to the world—and I want to do them all at once. Which probably wouldn’t be a good idea.
“Thank God,” I finally manage to say, enjoying the way she laughs again. “So you’ll stay?”
“I’ll stay,” she says, leaning up, and my eyes dart down to her bare breasts. “As long as you’re serious about this.”
It takes a concentrated amount of effort to look back up to her face instead of starting the celebration right now. She’s not smiling anymore. Her eyes have lost the humor, and now those green beauties are studying me intently.
“I’m very serious. I love you. I love Angel. And I love the way it feels when we’re all together. I also really love it when you and I get to have moments like this, just the two of us. I want it all, Allie. And I want it all the time.”
A tear falls from her eye, and she sniffles and laughs at the same time before leaning down and kissing me again.