Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “I’ve never felt…I’m not very…”
“You are perfect. Your body was made to be worshipped by my tongue.” Then without waiting for me to say anything else, he drops to his knees.
“Let me show you. Let me make you feel as good as you make me feel,” he tells me.
I’m dizzy because I’m barely breathing but I manage to nod.
He reaches for my stomach, caressing my rolls reverently. “Look at this beautiful belly. It’s going to carry my children one day.”
I squeeze my thighs together and call his name, loving that image too much.
He slides his hands to my back, tracing my spine. “And this spine is made of steel. You’ll need it to keep our little cowboys in line.”
He goes higher, reaching for my bra. He undoes the clasp and traces higher. “These shoulders have carried the weight of the world, but you no longer carry that weight alone. Now you have your man beside you, and he will carry your burdens for you.”
I whimper. I’ve been alone all my life. I’ve never had someone in my corner, never had someone I could lean on. And here he is, offering to be exactly at that.
He helps me shrug out of my bra and presses a kiss right above my heart. “This place, I will guard with my life. I will never give you a reason to cry or worry. You will walk secure in my love from this day forward.”
I thread my fingers through his hair, loving the way his curls tangle around my fingers. Screw it. Maybe he doesn’t mean any of this but I’m going to enjoy this night with the hot cowboy. I’m going to let myself soak up all the pretty words he’s saying.
“And these breasts,” he continues lower, massaging my aching globes in his massive hands. His callouses scrape my sensitive skin, earning a deep moan from me. “These breasts will fill with milk for my babies. They’ll grow big with your belly and nourish our children.”
After my childhood, I never imagined I’d have a family. But Zac is making me ache for one. He’s making me imagine that one day I can have everything I never dared to hope for.
He thumbs one of my nipples until it’s sharp and pointy and so very sensitive. Then he leans in and sucks it into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it until I’m crying out. I’m pushing him closer, rubbing my legs together desperately. What is this man doing to me?
He pops off my breast. “Loving your body the way it’s meant to be loved,” he answers the question I didn’t even realized I’d asked out loud.
He pays my other breast the same attention and it’s only when I’ve creamed my panties that he finally trails lower. He pulls the granny panties lower, and I should be embarrassed, I should care that I’m wearing pretty much the most boring underwear ever. Except that he brings them to his nose, inhaling the wet spot on the front and making a noise as if it’s his new favorite scent.
He looks up at me then, our gazes connecting. “Are you ready to sit on my face like the queen you are now?”
I manage a shaky nod.
“Good girl,” he grunts.
He gets on the bed, lying on his back and patting the space beside him.
I take a moment to admire him, spread out on the blankets. He’s still fully clothed, yet he’s eager to please me.
“Don’t make me spank that ass,” he warns in that gravelly voice that tells me he’s serious.
His words have me scrambling onto the bed with him. It takes me a couple of tries to get over him right and the entire time I’m worried about dripping on him. That would be so humiliating.
“No such thing as shame between us,” he answers, and I realize I spoke out loud again. “Now come here and remember what happens when you’re my good girl.”
He spreads my folds with his fingers and his tongue delves into my slit. I’ve read about a billion romance novels, but nothing prepared me for the sensation of my fake boyfriend’s tongue against my clit.
I grip the headboard and cry out his name.
He grunts something against my pussy and the vibrations make me lose control. I finally sink down, letting myself enjoy it as he licks me until I’m screaming his name and my thighs are quaking.
I collapse on the bed beside him, stars still dancing behind my eyelids.
“I can’t believe you did that,” I mutter.
He licks his lips, looking pleased with himself. “You have a lifetime of that to look forward to, Mrs. Zac Maple.”
I chuckle, pretty sure he’s joking about the Mrs. Maple part. But at this point, I’d marry him for the orgasms alone. Except that I got off, but he didn’t.