Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 126148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 631(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 631(@200wpm)___ 505(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
She probably hated the fact she’d been so tired, she’d been vulnerable.
She should be glad it was only him breaking in and not some other sick fuck. One who wanted to hurt her and not simply fuck her.
He dragged his tongue from the small of her back along the valley and prowled up her body again, only stopping once he reached the base of her neck.
Her fingers now clenched the sheet beneath her. Her mouth had parted, and she panted softly, but her eyes remained closed.
Her reaction only due to his mouth on her skin.
And maybe the anticipation.
He pressed his lips to her ear and growled, “You taste so goddamn good, darlin’. So fuckin’ good. Your pussy’s gonna taste even better. Want it soaked first. Want you drippin’ for me.”
A soft breath hissed from her and her eyes squeezed shut even tighter.
“Your nipples hard? Wantin’ my fingers and mouth on them? Your sweet cunt weepin’ for my dick?”
The hiss turned into a sharp inhale.
He took tiny nips along the line of her back, watching her flesh quiver as he went. She might be the forbidden apple but her ass was a goddamn perfectly ripe peach and he needed to take a bite of it.
On his hands and knees, he prowled his way back down her body until he caged in her legs. He tugged the wide elastic waistband of her boy shorts halfway down her ass, exposing some of that edible flesh.
“This how you normally sleep? Just wearin’ your panties? Nothin’ else?”
Her voice was rusty and still held a tinge of weariness when she answered, “Was too tired to pull anything else on after my shower. These long stretches of midnights are killing me. Especially during the holidays and snowstorms.”
When he glanced up, he could see the evidence of her exhaustion in the shadows under her thick, black lashes.
That was okay. She didn’t have to do shit except come all over his tongue and then down his dick. He’d do the work and also enjoy the results.
“I’d ask you for a massage with those strong fingers of yours, but us women know you think the word massage means sex.” Her words came out thick, like they were coated in cold molasses.
“Only know how to give an internal massage,” he confirmed against the skin of her ass.
A soft snort escaped her. “Of course.”
“Want me to leave, darlin’?” He traced the tip of his tongue over her creamy round flesh, drawing it closer and closer to the tempting crease. He dipped his tongue between her cheeks for only a split second, said, “Didn’t hear your answer,” then latched his lips on the curve of one cheek.
His tongue swirled over her pebbled flesh, her muscles quivered beneath his mouth. She was anticipating the sharp sting. Her skin was so damn smooth, almost perfect. He slowly bit down, causing her to arch off the bed and into him, driving his teeth deeper. The noise she made at the back of her throat caused his dick to throb painfully.
If he wasn’t careful, he’d come all over the sheet instead of inside her.
He released her flesh and pulled away to see the mark he left behind. Now her ass was perfect.
He worked her boy shorts down her legs and off her feet, tossing them over his shoulder.
Fuck yeah.
All her curves and lines, all her creamy skin, were now exposed, now available to him.
She watched him with her bottom lip tucked within her teeth.
“You didn’t answer, darlin’. Want me to leave?” he asked as his fingers slid along her leg from her ankle to her hip. When he got there, he rolled her onto her back. “Yes or no, Jet.”
She stared at him on his knees between her legs, one hand stroking his dick. He collected the beaded precum and smeared it around the swollen, sensitive head with his thumb.
“If you don’t say no now, gonna take it as a fuckin’ yes,” he warned her. “Can see how slick your pussy is for me already and I wanna bury my face in it. So, that’s what I’m gonna do.”
He could wait no longer and dropped to the bed, planting her feet on his shoulders and burrowing his hands under her ass to lift her up. This way he could take a closer look at the pink, shiny flesh that caused a hunger deep inside him.
A hunger, a thirst, a need only she could satisfy.
He licked his lips, took one last glance at her face, then dove in, first sucking on the hard nub at the top, then dragging his tongue down her plump folds and collecting the sweet tang.
She squirmed and her fingers dug into his hair, her short nails into his scalp. Not to pull him away, but to drive her pussy harder into his face, to grind against his mouth, to spear herself with his tongue.