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)
Stretching up, she started at his left ear, running her tongue around the outer shell and over the metal piercings that dissected it. After sucking on his earlobe briefly, she continued on her journey. Her nose traveled along the short, wiry hairs covering his jawline, her eyes catching the glint of the small hoop in his nose.
He and Deacon were the only ones with nose piercings and both of them had it done before joining the Fury, so she had to assume it wasn’t typical biker hardware. She guessed neither were their nipple rings.
She’d say Rev’s nipples were her favorite part of him, but, truthfully, his tongue and his cock were hard to beat.
She paused over his parted mouth, her warm breath kissing his lips. Then she moved on again, keeping the sheet covering them both as she shifted down his body, forging a path with her tongue and lips. Tasting and teasing.
She took her time with one nipple, then the other. Not cranking or yanking them like he enjoyed when he was really worked up and ready to blow, but gently toying with his pierced flesh. Enough to stimulate but not enough to launch his rocket.
During all of this, his breathing hitched and changed slightly, but he said nothing, nor did he move. The few glances she snuck at his face showed his eyes still closed. She traveled down his abs, circled his belly button, then kissed along the happy trail of dark blond hair leading to her final destination.
His erection was hard, thick and rested on the heated skin below his navel, where a string of precum connected the crown of his cock to his lower belly. She collected the tangy, silky fluid on her tongue and kept going, skipping what he probably wanted her to touch the most and heading lower instead.
She wedged herself between his spread legs, kissing a line from one knee up along his lightly furred inner thigh, ignoring the apex, and back down his other thigh.
His cock flexed a couple times, almost as if beckoning her. She’d get there, it and the man attached would need a little patience. She had one stop to make first.
She nuzzled the soft, delicate skin of his sac, inhaling his now familiar and very manly scent, amazed at the heat radiating off him. With the sheet still tented over them both, the heat almost became too much, but she liked the coziness of their cocoon and the intimacy.
The idea that this was how it could be—waking up on a lazy weekend morning with a lover and taking time to appreciate each other—didn’t go unnoticed.
Only this morning, she was taking the time to concentrate solely on him. She was sure he’d “appreciate” her later.
Taking his sac fully into her mouth, her tongue played along his balls as she lightly sucked. A low groan filled the enclosed space under the sheet. Without releasing him, she lifted her eyes to see his blue ones were now open and focused on her. On what she was doing.
“Fuck,” he whispered huskily. His rough, unused morning voice sent a ribbon of heat swirling from the top of her head to the tip of her toes.
She mouthed his balls one more time, then released them, licking up the thick ridge on the underside of his cock. It flexed again and another drawn-out groan filled her ears.
“Fuck, babe.”
A quick swipe of her tongue captured the ivory pearl that had begun to fall. She swirled her tongue around the rim of the bulbous head and circled the tip before shifting up and taking him completely into her mouth.
His breath shuddered and a noise caught in his throat as she swallowed him as deep as she could before wrapping her fingers around the base and squeezing. His fingers wove into her loose, messy hair, pulling tight, making her scalp sting, as she drew him in and out of her mouth. Only pausing to suck on the tip, then taking him as deep as she could all over again.
After a few more strokes, his hips began to rise and fall, following her rhythm, and the grip on her hair tightened to the point of making her eyes water, but she didn’t slow down. She didn’t stop.
“Fuck… babe… Fuuuuck…”
She took him even deeper until the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat and she managed not to gag, though her eyes watered. She could take him that deep two more times before she had to give herself more breathing room. Otherwise, she might not be able to finish him off.
He slipped from her mouth, slick and shiny, and she licked along the underside again, tracing the thick ridge. Down to the root, up to the rim. Down. Back up. He held her head still, bumped her lips with the slick crown, demanding entrance, and when she opened wide, he thrust inside as far as he could.