Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14431 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 58(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
His hand curled around the back of my neck, and he drew my lips up to his, cutting me off.
4
Blink
Kissing Lindsey was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. She was like a cold glass of fresh water on a hot, summer day, and I was extremely dehydrated. So fucking thirsty for her.
Her soft, pink lips parted beneath mine. A deep rumble resonated from within my chest, and I kissed her deeper. A soft moan crawled up her throat as I clasped her waist and lifted her to sit on the chapel table. When she parted her thick thighs, I stepped between them and yanked her closer to me. I felt like I couldn’t get close enough. Even being beneath her skin wouldn’t satisfy me.
“Fuck,” I rasped as I moved from her lips and made my way along her sharp jawline and down her slender neck. “God, I can’t get enough of you.”
She pushed at my cut, and I slipped it off, tossing it onto one of the chairs. A husky laugh ripped from my chest when she yanked my flannel shirt open, the buttons popping off and landing all over the floor. But when her soft palms slid across my flat stomach and hard chest, I shivered, my laugh abruptly cutting off.
This woman was a witch. No fucking doubt about it. She held magic in her fingertips.
Her shirt went next, and I hurriedly unhooked her bra, tossing it aside. She was beautiful—creamy skin, full breasts, dusky nipples. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to feast on her.
She squeaked in surprise when I pushed her back onto the table, but that turned into a loud moan when I wrapped my lips around one of her stiff peaks, drawing it into my mouth. Her fingers tangled in my hair and pulled all while she arched her chest up off the table, pleading for more. Pleading for me to never stop.
I never wanted to. I could worship her for the rest of my fucking life.
“Blink,” she whimpered when I left her breasts and licked and kissed my way down her soft belly. It was easy to tug her jeans off, and I ripped her thong like it was nothing.
“Blink, wait—oh fuck,” she groaned as I parted her thighs and licked at her core. She sighed—the sound so fucking erotic that I leaked precum into my jeans—and slumped onto the table. “Fuck, don’t stop.”
I hummed appreciatively as I feasted on her, licking into her tight cunt. My cock was straining against my zipper, begging to be inside of her. But not yet. I needed to know how she tasted when she came on my tongue. I needed to feel her come apart with only the magic of my mouth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted, her breaths choppy. Her thighs tightened around my head, and then she cried out, coming all over my chin and mouth. I licked up every bit I could before standing back to my full height and undoing the button on my jeans.
“You ready for me, darlin’?” I rasped.
She nodded, her eyes hazy and coated over with lust. And fuck, she had never looked prettier.
I rubbed the head of my cock over her weeping slit before sinking inside of her. Her back arched off the table, and I knew everyone had to have heard her moan that time. I growled and hooked the back of her knees over my arms.
“Blink,” she whimpered.
“I know,” I rasped. I slid out and pushed back in, letting her get used to my length and girth. And then, I proceeded to fuck her. Her tits bounced with every stroke. Sweat glistened on her skin, making her hair stick to her face.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I growled. “So warm. Wet.”
She sobbed, a tear running down her cheek. And then her walls tightened around me before she came all over my cock. I didn’t even have time to fully pull out before I was coming, her walls milking it right out of me.
“Fuck,” I panted, my hips jerking, my cum slicking up the skin of her belly. I leaned over her, my cock still spurting onto her stomach. “Goddamn.”
She nodded, breathing just as heavily as I was. When I leaned up to look down at her, her eyes were closed, but her lips were parted, like a warm invitation.
Unable to help myself, I leaned in, smoothing my lips over hers. “You’re off the rest of the night,” I rumbled. Grunting, I pushed myself off of her and fixed my jeans before grabbing her clothes off the floor and setting them on the table.
Sex had never felt so fucking good. So damn addicting. And I needed time to fucking think about what my next move was here. Because I sure as hell was never letting her go after that.
Everything about Lindsey drew me in. The silent ways she already took care of all of us even after just a couple of days. The way her eyes lit up with fire when she was angry at me. How she wasn’t scared of opening her mouth and speaking her mind. And the way she took that boy in without a second thought just because he didn’t have somewhere to go.