Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
He frowned. “You owe me twelve fuckin’ orgasms. And I expect to collect.”
“I like to pay my debts,” she assured him, her smile turning toothy.
“Good. ‘Cause you’re gonna pay. Might collect some interest, too.”
“I can work off the interest. I’m good with my mouth.”
“Better if you shut up now, woman.”
She could do that, all she needed was his nipple in her mouth and she’d gladly stop talking. “I’ve got one more thing to say…”
“Christ…”
“Fuck me.”
His irritation quickly changed to relief. “Was plannin’ on it.”
Her hips shot up when the thick crown bumped against her sensitive, slick flesh. Then his hand drove between them, sliding the head back and forth, nudging her open, finding the spot.
She held her breath and his blue eyes held hers.
“We do this. Ain’t no goin’ back,” came his unnecessary warning.
Seriously? He was right there!
“Yes, you’re right, we should rethink this,” she said dryly, lifted her hips and speared herself on his cock.
Something in his face changed. Surprise maybe? Whatever it was, she wasn’t going to worry about it right now. Nope, not right now. She had better things to do.
Like appreciate how full and complete she felt with him inside her.
“Fuck, babe,” he breathed, his face going soft and his eyelids lowering halfway.
“Don’t close your eyes,” she begged, desperately trying not to throw her head back and close her own.
“Fuck no. Wanna watch you.”
“Watch me do what?”
“Come.”
“You need to do a lot more than just pump into me once for that. The way you’re constantly pumping into those sweet butts, you’d think—”
He slapped his hand over her mouth and gave her a warning look.
She blinked once in a silent signal that she hoped he recognized as her accepting his warning and wouldn’t bring up those women again. At least not right now while he was inside her.
He stared at her a few more seconds before removing his hand. “Not a fuckin’ word, Reilly. Not one. Or I’m pullin’ out, puttin’ you over my knee and spankin’ your ass.”
“Oooh. Can we do that later?” she whispered, excited at that prospect.
“That was supposed to deter you from sayin’ shit. Shoulda known nothin’ will shut you up but my dick in your mouth.”
“Add that to the list,” she said, trying not to laugh.
“How ‘bout I do this, instead?” He dropped to his elbows, stole her mouth, and began to move his hips in a slow, rolling rhythm.
Wrapping her legs around his hips and digging her heels into the backs of his thighs, she tilted her pelvis to drive him even deeper, so he hit all the right spots. It was sensory overload with the way his cock was filling her, their tongues were mating and his bare chest brushing against her peaked nipples.
She groaned into his mouth, lifting her hips to meet each of his thrusts with one of her own. Her hands grabbed his ass, feeling the firm muscles flex beneath her fingers. She curled them and scraped her nails over his heated skin, then up his back and neck. Grabbing the back of his neck with one hand, she wormed the other between the press of their bodies to find the warm metal dividing his pebbled nipple.
She flicked at it with her finger, wondering what he liked the most. Wondering who else had experienced them. Since she’d never seen him with his shirt off, she guessed he only removed it when he was in private, when he wasn’t doing the deed in the middle of The Barn or out in the courtyard.
She wanted to know when he got them and why. Had he liked his nipples played with before getting them? Or only now that he had them?
His moan erupted into her mouth when she got a good hold of the left barbell and twisted it hard. His hips surged and stuttered, then he began to power up and into her faster and more frantically. She released his neck so she could concentrate on both of his nipples. Twisting and teasing, flicking and tugging.
Every one of his reactions to her manipulation causing a reaction within her.
He broke his mouth free and turned his head to the side, closing his eyes and panting. “Supposed to be goin’ slow.”
“You were going slow,” she complained. Too damn slow.
“Need to not play with them right now.”
Damn. She was like a child about to have her toy taken away. “Can I add that to the list, too?”
He sighed and jammed his cock inside her harder, making her body rock. “Yeah, add that to the fuckin’ list,” he pushed through gritted teeth.
“That list will keep us busy for a while.”
“Not if I strangle you first.” When her mouth opened, he growled, “Ain’t addin’ that to the fuckin’ list. Ain’t into that shit.”
“Good. Me neither.”
His hips stilled and he pushed himself up, holding her gaze with a tight, unhappy expression. “Someone strangled you?”