Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 86702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86702 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
I palm her heavy breasts, enjoying the way they fill my hands. I have hours before I have to be anywhere. My brothers are all occupied with getting their Brides settled and navigating that mess. So many strong personalities under one roof will make for an interesting year.
But I don’t have to worry about that right now.
My only concern is tying Harlow to me as tightly as possible, until she sees us as a team. If she’s loyal to me, it will be unflinching. We’ll be fucking unstoppable. I lightly pinch her nipples. “I changed my mind.”
Her brows pull together in a frown. “What are you talking about?”
I’m moving her before she has a chance to tense, hauling her off my cock and rolling us so that she’s beneath me. She shoves at my shoulders, but she’s nowhere near strong enough to move if me if I don’t want to move. I press her legs wide and settle between them. Her pussy is slick against my cock as I thrust a little, and the knowledge that she’s filled up with Eli’s come makes me feel a little loose around the seams. I can’t decide if I want to fuck her until all evidence of him is erased, or if I want to go down on her and lick her clean.
Actually, the decision is pretty fucking easy when I put it like that.
“You’re thinking too hard, Harlow.” I catch her bottom lip with my teeth and bite gently. “If I want Eli in this bed with us, I’ll bring his pretty ass in here and chain him to the headboard.”
“There you go again, talking kinky,” she whispers.
“You’re mean. You liked it that he watched me make you come.” I move down to drag my mouth along her neck to her shoulder. “You loved hurting him like that. Riding my mouth while he sat cuffed to a chair and totally helpless.”
Her breath catches as I press her breasts together and lavish kisses across their curves to her nipples. Harlow digs her hands into my hair, not trying to guide me anywhere, just hanging on as I do what I want. She whimpers. “I’m very, very angry at him.”
“Want to punish him?” I nip the underside of one breast. “Plant him face-down in your pussy while I fuck his ass. He can’t run that smart mouth while his tongue is inside you.”
She shivers. “There’s only one tongue I want inside me right now.”
“Liar.” I move down her body. “But I can take a hint.” It’s where I was headed anyway.
I use my shoulders to spread her legs wider yet. She’s pink and flushed with desire from having just been riding Eli’s cock. Maybe I shouldn’t like that shit so much, but I’ve never been one to ignore my desires. I want to taste him inside her, a mixture of their orgasms. I need it.
I don’t give her a chance to brace for it. I kiss her pussy and shove my tongue inside her. Harlow’s back bows, and her fingers tighten in my hair to the point of pain. “Fuck.”
Fuck is about right.
I’m chasing my own desire, but it doesn’t matter because she’s riding my face and making that sexy whimpering sound. Her legs are already shaking, but I don’t care. She can come as much as she needs to until I’m finished with her.
It might take years before I’m truly sated.
I suck on her clit, rubbing my tongue against the sensitive bud as I watch her come apart. She’s not one of those shy people who close their eyes and are borne along by the wave of pleasure. No, she’s staring down at me as if memorizing the sight of my mouth all over her pussy. Her dark eyes are wide, and her lips are parted around each panting breath. I keep up that motion on her clit, and it’s too much for her. She cries out, and only then do her eyes slide shut. Her whole body goes tense as she orgasms, her legs locking around either side of my head to keep me in place.
As if I have any plans of leaving.
I move back to slide my tongue into her pussy again, tasting her and the saltiness that is Eli. Fuck, that’s hot. Hot enough that I have to fight to keep my hips still and not grind against the mattress. I don’t normally have control issues, but this is hardly a normal circumstance. No, this is pure need.
She tugs on my hair hard enough that I let her guide me, crawling up her body until she claims my mouth. Harlow kisses me as if she can purge every thought with this single contact. I could tell her that shit is always there on the other side, but it doesn’t matter. It’s an escape, and if she gets it from me, she’ll come back again and again.