Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 130102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130102 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
“Lemme have you,” was the last thing he said before he pulled her hips even lower. Now they were done talking. His mouth was full with something better than words.
With his fingers splayed in a V, he separated her and gave her the attention he’d been dying to.
No joke, it was the best thing he’d eaten in a long damn time. If they had the time, he'd make it a full course meal, but he had to settle for a snack.
Didn’t mean a snack couldn’t be satisfying.
With his other hand on her hip, he adjusted her position some more and when his lips sealed around her clit, her body went electric, arched and she ground herself against his mouth.
Fuck. Yeah.
He’d find a way to do this again because they were doing it in a fucking bed next time, where he could spread her wide and take his damn time. Turn her into a boneless mess.
Until she was unable to move.
Unable to ask questions.
Unable to even think.
He fucked her with his tongue, nibbled along her labia and sucked her clit hard. Then started all over again, causing her to jerk against him each time.
“Shade.” It was a warning. One that only encouraged him to suck harder, lick faster and tongue her deeper, but not stop. Hell no.
Yeah, he wouldn’t forget her taste, which was now burned into his brain. He would dream about it. Her scent, her noises, the way her fingers clutched his calves as she tried to hold herself up, tried not to frantically ride his face until he was forced to take his very last breath.
Dying like that might be worth it.
She shook and shuddered, her moans filling the wagon’s interior. Filling his ears. Filling his muddled brain.
“I... Oh, God...”
He didn’t let up; they had a clear destination and were almost there. He wanted her to come in his mouth, scream his name, shred his jeans with her fingernails because her orgasm was that intense.
Clamping down on her clit, he slipped one finger inside her, gathering her own wetness, then found that puckered spot, the one most women ignored and he pressed on it. He didn’t go any further than circling, testing and teasing.
That was all it took.
He fought to stay with her when she shot up, slammed her palms on the roof of the cage and slammed herself back down onto his face with a wail so loud it had to be heard a block away through the open windows.
Fuck yeah.
He gave her a few seconds to let the last of the ripples ebb away before lifting her off him, swinging his legs around until he sat up and she collapsed like a rag doll against the rear passenger side door.
Yeah, he was good with his fucking mouth.
Not wasting a second, he yanked his wallet from his back pocket, dug out a wrap and tossed it at her. With trembling fingers, she tore it open and held it until he had his belt buckle undone and his jeans shoved down far enough to free his steel-rod of a dick.
He plucked the latex disc from her fingers, rolled it down his length, thinking only one thing... He needed to be inside her. Now.
“That’s it?”
That’s it?
It took him a couple of heartbeats for him to understand her question. Then it hit him. Fuck.
Enough light from outside the Subaru lit the interior so he would need to keep his shirt on, even though he really wanted to have Chelle’s naked body against him.
He wanted to feel her soft skin against his.
But he wasn’t ready to give her answers for her endless questions.
At least, not yet.
And definitely not right now.
The way he sat, he could shuck his jeans and still not reveal some secrets he was unwilling to share. However, it was still risky.
“Gonna take too long to get my boots off. Can’t wait, beautiful. Need you now.”
He finished securing the wrap and spread his knees as much as he could with his thighs hobbled by his jeans.
It would have to do.
He held out his hand. “Beautiful, get on.”
He expected some pushback, but, surprisingly, none came. Instead, she planted one hand on his shoulder, put the other in his, and he helped her to straddle his lap again.
Yep, naked rodeo queen. Amazing what he could learn from two eighteen-year-olds.
“I want to see you naked,” she said. “It’s only fair.”
It wasn’t a whine like the sweet butts did when he kept his clothes on, but, instead, a demand.
He liked that.
Only from her, though.
He might even be willing to explore that bossiness a little more and maybe even test the waters. Waters he hadn’t tested since he’d been freed.
Yeah, they’d need to fuck again when they had a lot more time.
Not only for possible exploration but because when, and if, she finally saw him naked, the answers to her questions wouldn’t be short. He’d also have to decide beforehand how many of her questions he’d answer and how much of what he answered would be truth.