Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
“Stop teasing me, woman.” His voice is guttural, roughened with want.
I meet his eyes, and my mouth goes dry.
He’s huffing, panting, his eyes dark and wild, his hands fisting the fur blankets, and his body…my God, his beautiful body in all its rippling golden flesh and scarred power.
Desire pierces me, rushes down my spine, and slides liquid warmth low in my belly, tightening, tightening…
This foreplay is its own hell. He’s endured enough.
I grip the massive girth of his cock, stretch my jaw, and feed the fat head into my mouth.
A rough groan tears from his throat.
My skin tingles. My fingers curl and pump, and my tongue glides, tasting and licking from tip to base.
Need surges through me. A single-minded determination to make him roar.
I want to take all of him, but there’s no way. He’s too long, too thick. One thrust would break my jaw.
As I work him toward the back of my throat, he can’t hold still. His hips piston. His hands grab and pull, and his chest heaves through the loudest breaths I’ve ever heard from him.
Such a powerful, needful, sensual animal.
With teeth bared and predatory eyes aglow in the dark, he’s my animal.
I whimper as he finally hits my throat. He quickly withdraws, but I suck him back in, swallowing, humming, and finally making him roar.
Not an orgasmic roar. The man is fighting back his release.
Considering he’s a virgin, I didn’t think he would last this long.
I should’ve known better.
Evidently, stamina runs in the family.
All at once, his hands capture my waist, lifting me over him, turning me, and positioning my pussy directly over his mouth.
As I wrap my lips around his cock, he holds my legs open, widening them around his face until I’m fully, gapingly exposed.
A hot stroke of breath caresses my cunt, followed by the long, firm slide of his tongue.
“Uhhnngh!” I choke on his dick, jaw aching, nipples throbbing, hips bucking, and eyes squeezed shut.
There is nothing, absolutely nothing that compares to the sensation of Kodiak Strakh lapping between my legs.
His pace quickens, his tongue plunging deep, as his hands roam my body, worshiping my breasts, my thighs, my clit.
When his tongue finds a rhythm, circling that pulsing bundle of nerves, I’m so lost in the sensations that I forget my task.
Until a large, rough hand slams down on my ass, making me yelp.
“Suck me, woman.” He thrusts his hips like a male possessed.
This is what I crave. I want him demanding, dominating, taking away all thought, and turning me into a quivering puddle of pleasure.
“More.” I swallow his monster cock, fitting half of it into my mouth and down my throat.
“I’ll drink from you until the day I die.” His husky growl vibrates up my back, prickling my nape and tingling my scalp. “Vodka never tasted this good.”
That’s a pretty high compliment from a man who loves vodka more than people.
My body rocks against him, the pressure within building around his impaling tongue. Then his fingers join in, rubbing my inner walls and producing a deep, violent clenching between my legs. So close, so close…
“You need to come.” He pulls me tighter against his open mouth and licks mercilessly, grunting. “Now.”
Pleasure bursts, powering through me like a bomb going off.
His hand flies to the base of his cock, squeezing and stroking, as I suck as much as I can fit past my lips. I’m still coming on his face when he exhales sharply, groans painfully, and explodes down my throat.
The force of his release floods my mouth and snatches the air from my lungs. I swallow and gulp, and it keeps coming in powerful, salty jets. I may have choked. I definitely made a drooling mess down my chin, but I don’t care.
I’m floating in a dreamy place, enveloped in his dark, manly scent, warm and safe against his body, and shimmering with unfathomable sensation. I never want to leave.
A drop of seed trickles down the length of his twitching cock. I lick it away while his tongue flicks out, licking me.
We’re both slick with sweat, our chests rising and falling as we reclaim our breaths and reposition.
As I twist around and fit myself against his side, he looks…different. Sated yet unreadable.
“What’s wrong?” I kiss his nipple and rest my chin there.
“I’ve never…” He blows out a breath. “I’ve never felt more like myself than I do now.”
I grin. “How does that feel?”
“Free.”
Oh, Kody. My beautiful, complicated, broody man.
I settle against him, head on his shoulder, basking in the lazy passage of his fingers through my hair. When his hand ceases its movement, I glance up to find him in the grasp of sleep.
After two weeks of hiking, maintaining a constant vigilance over me, and his nightmare this morning, he needs to sleep for a year. But we only have a day or two. Just long enough to rest and recharge before making the exhausting trip back.