Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
We fall in a tangle of arms and legs onto the bed. She isn't content to let me lead. She's eager to explore, running her hands all over me. Touching me like I've been doing to her for the last couple days.
I growl, arching upward as her hand brushes my cock through my sweats. "You're killing me."
"Yeah?" She likes knowing that. "Take them off, Noah. I want to see you."
"You first."
She shrugs and strips her shirt off over her head. I swallow hard when her bra immediately follows.
Somehow, she keeps getting even more beautiful every damn time I see her. It shouldn't be statistically possible, but she just gets more perfect. I'm so in love with her its ridiculous. I'm not ashamed of it, though. She could bring me to my knees with a crook of her finger and I'd happily kneel.
I strip down too, giving her what she wants. To see me. Her eyes eat me alive as I pull my shirt off and then drag my sweats down. She reaches out, running her hand down my abdomen toward my cock. There's no missing him. He's a hard bastard, pointing heavenward.
"Fuck," I groan, arching into her touch.
"You're beautiful," she says simply. Her other hand traces the tattoo running down my thigh. "I thought the hockey puck was the only one."
"No. It's the only one I regret," I say. "This is the one that matters."
"What is it?"
"A little piece of everywhere I've played," I murmur. "I've added something to it to represent every team I've played with."
She runs her gaze across it, looking at each individual piece of the whole. "The yellow and black flowers on the mountain," she murmurs. "That's for the Yellowjackets."
"It is."
"Why a clock face?" She cranes her neck to read the time displayed on it.
"It's nineteen minutes and three seconds."
"Why that time?"
"I started playing when I was three. I was drafted when I was nineteen." I pause. "When you let me put a ring on your finger, I'll have an hour hand." As far as I'm concerned, that'll be the crowning moment of my life, the most important team I'll ever join.
"Noah," she whispers, her expression softening.
I seize the opportunity and sit up, dragging her down beneath me. Her eyes flutter closed on a sigh of surrender as I kiss my way down her body, stripping her panties as I go. Her legs fall open, the invitation clear.
Her bare pussy peeks from between her thick thighs, making my dick throb. I swear, I'm obsessed with it. How sweet she tastes. How wet she gets. How fucking pink it is. Every time she lets me see it, I want to spend the rest of my life worshipping between her legs.
I place little kisses all over her thighs, taking my time with her. Her scent fills my lungs, drowning me in desire. If I died with my tongue between her legs, I wouldn't regret a goddamn second of it.
"Noah, please," she pleads as sweetly as ever. "I need you."
I take pity on her and toss her legs over my shoulder, licking her from top to bottom. Her taste hits my system as powerfully as ever. Jesus Christ. I could write poetry to this pussy.
She rocks her hips against me, mewling as I eat her like I've got all day. Shit, as far as I'm concerned I do. This right here is the only item on my agenda for the rest of the day. Her honey spills across my tongue in reward for my efforts.
I lick up every drop, savoring it. Worshipping her. My tongue runs in circles around her clit before I suck each juicy lip into my mouth. I release them with a pop, thrusting my tongue into her tight hole.
Her sounds grow louder as she grinds against my face, trying to get herself there. But that's my job now. And I'm nothing if not a conscientious employee. I suck her clit into my mouth, working two fingers inside of her. She's so goddamn tight around them.
"I can't wait to feel that around my cock, Dimples." I fuck her with my fingers, watching her face for a moment. She's lost to the pleasure, her head shifting back and forth on the pillow, her lips parted. Beautiful.
Her inner muscles flutter around my fingers, letting me know she's close. I curl my fingers up, stroking her G-spot in a firm motion. As soon as I do, she cries out, coming all over my face.
I eat her through it, leaving her limp and wrung out beneath me.
"That looked good," I growl, prowling up her body. I stop to pull her right nipple into my mouth, sucking on it. She arches toward me. I pop off and drag her left through my teeth.
She moans, running her hands up my back when I finally reach her lips. Her back arches as she seams her body to mine, eager to feel me against her. I thrust my tongue inside her mouth, playing with hers…letting her taste what I do.