Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
His mouth moves lower, the stubble on his chiseled jaw teasing my skin as he moves his lips over the swell of my breast again. His lips suck one of my aching nipples between them, making me squeal in pleasure as I arch my back into him. His hand slides down to my waist, fingers slipping under the edge of my panties and tugging just enough to make me whimper as the slick, wet panties pull tight against my lips. His tongue swirls over one nipple and then the other, making me moan deeply before he starts to move lower.
Oh God.
His lips tease down over my ribs, then down over my tummy. He lingers at my belly button, nuzzling my skin with a low growl before he moves lower. My pulse thunders as his big athlete’s hands tug my panties down, peeling them away from my skin and from my sticky, soaked pussy before skimming them down my legs. A low, masculine growl escapes his lips as his mouth trails lower, and lower. I gasp quietly, and my legs spread shamelessly for him as my skin burns with desire. His mouth moves lower, over my bare, shaved mound, and suddenly, when his tongue touches my pussy, I cry out in ecstasy as the pleasure explodes through me.
“Oh God!”
I moan deeply, my hands falling to the sheets and twisting them in my fists as I throw my head back in pleasure. Beckett’s tongue teases down over my lips, parting them as he groans and tastes me deeply. His tongue pushes deep inside, making me squeal in pleasure as the world melts around me. His big, powerful hands grab my thighs, spreading them wide and skimming up and down my legs. He hooks both of them over his muscled shoulders as his tongue teases up and down, up and down my lips. He moves it higher, and when he swirls that wicked tongue around my aching, hard little clit, I almost scream in pleasure.
He sucks the little bud between his lips and starts to slowly tease his tongue in slow, deliberate circles around it. I writhe and moan for him, losing myself in the pleasure of it as one hand slides down and into his blond hair. I grip him tightly, feeling him growl into me as he tongues my clit. One of his big hands slides between my legs, a thick finger teasing up and down my lips as he sucks my clit eagerly.
I can feel something burning hotter and hotter, a fire roaring out of control as my breaths come staggered and haggard. And in this moment, I don’t give a shit that I was the one who “gave in” and found him here. I spent a grand total of ten minutes in that office downstairs, pacing and shoving my fingers through my hair as I wondered, out loud, what the fuck I was doing. Was I seriously going to go give Beckett, or let him come take, my virginity?
I think I already knew the answer, but when I finally stormed out of the office and snuck upstairs, it was clear as day. And when I opened the door to this bedroom where he was waiting for me, and took my clothes off, and slid into bed next to that muscled, perfect body?
Oh, the deal was signed.
I’ve wanted Beckett Truman for way too long. And right now, I don’t even care if he realizes I’ve never done this before or not. Because I am so doing this, right now, right here, with him.
I cry out as his tongue moves faster, his fingers teasing my opening as he sucks my little bud between his lips and swirls his tongue around and around it. My body starts to shake, my hips begin to roll against his mouth, and my core starts to crumble.
“I—oh God…” I whimper
“You wanna come for me, sweetheart?” he growls into my pussy. “You want to make this sweet little pussy come for my tongue?”
All I can do is moan as the wave starts to crest over me. His tongue swirls and swirls, and when he starts to suck gently at my clit, and when he curls one thick finger in and out of me, everything starts to shatter.
“I’m—I’m… oh fuck I’m coming!”
I clamp a hand over my mouth as I explode, muffling my cries of pleasure as I come hard against Beckett’s wicked tongue. He only groans deeply, hungrily licking me and tasting me right through my climax until I’m shaking and shivering and writhing on the bed. He moves away, and I’m still panting when I vaguely see in the darkness the silhouette of him slipping his boxers down and off. He moves back between my legs, and when his lips crush to mine, I can taste my own sweetness on his tongue. And God is that hot.