Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
My instincts take over, driving me faster. I can’t hold back anymore. Aspen moans in approval, and oh, fuck, the vibrations from her mouth travel straight to my balls and make them lift in preparation.
I look down at her, on her knees before me, with saliva dripping down her chin. Her nails dig into my thighs, but she’s not tapping. She’s still with me. My fingers clench, pulling her hair and making her brow crease, but she refuses to stop this.
“That’s right,” I whisper. “Suck my cock. Show me how much you want this.”
She moans again, telling me how she enjoys me using her this way. Taking what I want no matter what.
“You’ll take everything I’m about to give you, aren’t you?” I mutter, driving myself harder with every thrust. I’m on the edge between control and abandon, holding on by a thread.
“Mm-hmm.” It’s barely intelligible with her mouth full. She tries to take a breath, but I force my way back inside, my balls slapping against her chin.
“You’re going to take every drop of my cum, so nobody knows how filthy we were here, aren’t you?”
“Mm-hmm.” She holds my gaze, her face now red, eyes wide. Every touch of my head against the back of her throat makes her grunt until there’s nothing but one long, continuous note filling the air.
“And you love it, don’t you? Huh?” I nod her head slightly before chuckling. “Get ready. Milk my cock with that mouth. Suck me dry.”
She braces herself, eyes squeezing shut. She’s mine, completely mine, and she craved this as much as I did. Willing and ready to accept my load. That’s the thought that pushes me over the edge, making me bury myself balls deep in her mouth until her nose hits the base of my cock. An instant later, I unleash the first blast, followed quickly by the second and third.
She takes it all, holding it in her mouth until I go still. My head is spinning, my heart pounding. Her lips slide over me one last time before releasing. I look down in time to watch her swallow what I didn’t shoot directly down her throat.
I loosen my grip on her head until my hands are now stroking her hair. “Are you all right?” I ask before helping her to her feet. Rather than leave it there, I gather her in my arms. Her heart flutters madly against my chest.
“I’m fine. Everything was fine.” She smiles up at me. “I’m telling the truth. That was exactly what I needed. And what I wanted to give to you, too.”
There are moments when I’m not certain she is real. This is one of them. How could anyone be this sweet and generous and perfect, especially after everything she’s faced? Instead of closing herself off to the world the way so many others would, she keeps moving on. Testing herself. Proving she’s strong enough to take ownership of everything she nearly lost.
“And that was okay for you, too?” There’s still a trace of innocence in her eyes. She’s so eager to please me. Do I deserve her?
“What do you think?” I have to laugh against her neck before kissing the spot where her pulse has slowed to something closer to a normal rate. She giggles softly, and somehow, that’s the best part of all. The sound of her lightheartedness. I would do anything to hear it again—preferably every day for the rest of my life.
27
ASPEN
I’m smiling like a little girl as I turn the page in my book, eager to see what the hero and heroine will do in the next chapter when my cell phone rings.
Sliding a hand into my pocket, I tug the device out, hitting the answer button as I read the name on the screen: Lucas.
“Aspen.” Lucas has never been one for wasting time on pleasantries, but he sounds unusually brusque. “I need you in my office. Now.”
This can’t be good. I know better than to ask questions. “I’ll be there in a minute.” And during the course of that minute, an array of ugly scenarios play out in my head all at once. What’s the emergency? He sounds like something’s very wrong. My stomach’s in knots by the time I reach his door, which he swings open before I’ve knocked.
As it turns out, I couldn’t have imagined the reason for this visit. “Have a seat.” He directs me to the sofa before handing me a tablet. He taps the screen to wake it up from dark mode, and the image frozen there is like a hand around my throat, cutting off my air.
He perches himself beside me, leaving enough space between us so I don’t feel crowded. “First of all, I want you to know I learned more about your father’s passing.”
A nice way to describe the murder of the man whose face I’m staring at. “What did you hear?”