Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 188(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
I lean down, capturing one hard nipple between my teeth. She cries out, arching toward my mouth. My name breaks from her lips in the sweetest cry.
I kiss my way down her body, exploring every dip, every curve, setting us both ablaze.
Christ, I love the way she burns.
By the time I settle between her legs, she's chanting my name. It leaves her lips in tiny exhalations that make my cock throb.
"Keep your eyes on me, Thalia," I demand. "Watch what I do to you."
She whimpers, already writhing, already pleading. As if she needs to beg. My tongue and my cock are hers.
I spread her wide, growling at the sight of her pretty pink cunt. "So pink," I murmur, running my nose up the juncture of her thigh, inhaling her sweet scent. "So wet." I flick my tongue out, running it from her clit to her little fuckhole. "So fucking mine."
"Troy!" Her hands fly to my hair, pulling as if she intends to rip it from the roots as I force my tongue into that tiny little hole, fucking her with it. I want to possess every inch of her, consume her completely.
Her eyes roll back in her head, breaking from mine.
I pull away to smack her pussy.
She shouts, her hips jolting upward. I drive them back down onto the bed, holding her down beneath me.
"I said, eyes on me, Thalia."
She whimpers, her eyes meeting mine again, dilated with lust, filled with trust.
Fuck. Does she even realize she has me wrapped around her little finger?
"Troy," she whimpers as I bury my face in her pussy again, dragging my lips across her slit before circling her clit with my tongue. She tastes like heaven—like honey and innocence.
"Please," she begs, rocking against my face.
I plunge three fingers into her, curling them up to hit her G-spot. She claws my shoulders, sobbing my name.
I drive her higher and then higher, fucking her with my fingers until her inner muscles clench and tremble around my fingers.
I stop suddenly, flicking my tongue over her clit and then taking another lick of honey from her dripping hole.
Fuck me. I want to keep her here like this all night, trembling on the edge and pleading. She quivers at every touch, every lick, every stroke.
She's mine. No one else's.
I won't share her.
I won't give her up.
She's. All. Fucking. Mine.
I drag my tongue around her clit again, plunging my fingers in and out of her. My tongue trails lower and then lower again.
"Troy!" she gasps.
"Take it, Thalia," I growl, pressing the tip of my tongue to her back entrance, claiming that hole, too. It's mine just like the rest of her. Every inch, every hole. Every fucking piece of her belongs to me.
"Oh God," she sobs.
I fuck her with my fingers, running my tongue around her tasty little asshole, stripping every last inhibition from her. When she's on the edge again, pleading for mercy, I give her more instead.
I press my tongue firmly against the tight ring of muscle, forcing the tip of it inside of her. I fuck her with it, my tongue and fingers working in unison to drive her mad.
She shouts my name, shattering apart in my arms. I don't stop. I have no mercy for her. I keep going, taking what I want, consuming her alive.
She shatters again, convulsing beneath me.
I slam my hips against the mattress, humping it like a fucking rabid dog. Jesus Christ. The things this beautiful little angel makes me crave. I always thought the dark things I craved were wrong—that they were fucked up. With her, they feel exactly right.
This is what we are together. This is what we were meant to be. She's the reason I could never imagine doing any of this with anyone else. It was never supposed to be anyone but her.
It was always, always her.
I crawl from between her legs, dragging her on top of me. She's still trembling as she straddles my hips, her eyes glossy and dark.
"Ride me, Thalia," I command, my fingers digging into her wide hips. "Fuck me."
Understanding blazes in her eyes. She knows what I'm saying—what I'm doing. For once, I'm ceding control, willingly giving it to her.
She places her hands on my chest, adjusting herself over me. Her hand wraps around my cock, guiding me to her entrance. We both groan as I slide through her sticky heat.
She hovers over me, our eyes locked.
Emotion pulses in my chest, fighting to break free.
"Troy," she whispers.
"Thalia," I breathe.
Determination blazes to life in her eyes. A second too late, I realize what she's going to do. I grab for her to stop her, but she slams herself down on me, taking me all the way in one hard thrust. I tear through her barrier, shouting her name.
Her hot cunt wraps around me, leaving me writhing in the sweetest fucking torment. Jesus Christ, it's heaven. Every silky inch of her is heaven.