Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
“None of your business!” I whispered. But then suddenly Sully’s hot hand was at the back of my neck, massaging just underneath my ear. And then he was leaning in and whispering at the back of my other ear, his breath tingly and hot.
“What was in that drink?” I asked. Even my vision seemed to be affected all of a sudden. Everything was so bright, and my body surged with life. “I shouldn’t feel this way from just one drink.” The rational part of me was fighting this overwhelming need to be… giddy.
“Does it matter?” he asked with a smile as he blinked several times, clearly feeling the way I was. “We drank it. We might as well make the best of it.”
“We should get back to the party.”
“You mean the party where everyone’s fucking each other? Where they’re touching and cumming on each other, but those dumb fucks don’t have even an ounce of the chemistry that’s blazing between you and me?” His tongue crept out and licked the bottom of my earlobe. “You mean that party?”
My breath hitched, my entire body spasmed, and I think I came right then and there.
I spun in Sully’s arms and my hands fisted in the lapels of his suit. Suddenly I felt drunk on him. God, his lips. They were so full and rough, and I knew juuuuuuuuuuuuust the way he liked to use them on my body.
I bit my bottom lip hard.
Because it wasn’t just his lips he liked to use.
Oh no, Sully was a fan of using his teeth. All over my body. Nipping and biting. He was such a naughty boy. Didn’t he know good girls didn’t like to be bit?
But then maybe I wasn’t such a good girl after all? Because I did like to be bit. Maybe I was the kind of girl who liked wearing red to church on Sundays. Maybe I was the kind of girl who wanted men to look at her—no, I just wanted THIS man to look at me.
I wanted him to look at me the way he was looking at me now—like he was about three seconds from ripping every stitch of clothing I was wearing off and fucking me so deep and so hard I’d never feel anyone else on my body because it would never feel right because no one else would be HIM.
I lifted my gaze from his lips to his eyes…
And was slammed by the wall of echoing lust and want and fucking desperate NEED.
He grabbed me up by the waist and my legs locked around his hips.
He dragged me from the room like a goddamned caveman.
We crashed through the door into the study. Another couple was making out against the wall but Sully roared, “GET OUT,” in the most authoritative, sexy voice I’d ever heard and they went scurrying.
But he didn’t throw me around. He was careful as he laid me down on a plush rug in front of a fireplace.
I didn’t want gentle, though.
I wanted the animal in him to mate with the animal in me.
I ripped at my fancy fucking red dress that probably cost so much in regular times I’d be appalled by the waste. Not tonight. Not now. I grabbed it at the dip of the V in the cleavage and ripped downwards. When it barely tore, Sully helped it the rest of the way, rending it all the way down the middle.
We were both just as impatient with my underwear and so anxious with my bra we just shoved it down so he could drop his head and latch on to my nipple while he impaled me with his cock.
The second he thrust inside me, we both gasped in relief.
Not that it was enough. It wasn’t nearly fucking enough.
“More,” I moaned. “Harder.” I ripped off my mask and then his too. I didn’t want anything between us. Nothing covering even a millimeter of those amazing eyes of his. I needed it all.
He was already nodding, bracing one hand on the floor above my head and curving the other around my ass so he could notch himself even deeper inside.
“Yeah, baby, I’m getting there,” he murmured. “I know what you need. I’m getting us there, baby. I got you. You know I always got you.”
I nodded and buried my head in his chest, but that wasn’t nearly enough. I lifted up so I could meet his mouth with mine.
For a moment he gave in, tangling tongues hard as he thrust in deep, claiming me in those animal fucking thrusts just like I needed. He always knew just what I needed. Fuck yes, right there, just like that—
“Yes, honey, oh yeah, right there, ooh, right there—” My voice went hypersonic as I came again, legs clenched around him, the heel of my foot digging into his ass and pulling him in tighter.