Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 146034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 487(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146034 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 487(@300wpm)
He helped me instead, shifting enough to drag off his jeans and underwear.
My entire being clenched, and I was completely caught off guard by the fresh wave of desire that barreled through me.
Ezra’s cock was the perfect match to the man.
Long and unbearably thick.
The head was fat and purpled, the slit beaded with precum.
I glanced up at his face and, in an instant, my breath was gone.
Because Ezra was wearing an expression I’d never seen him wear before.
One of sheer, unmitigated possession.
He stood, naked, bold, and towering over me.
I shook where I knelt as he fisted himself and brought his head to my lips, and I knew I was done for when he said, “I like it rough, Little Trespasser. Are you good with that?”
THIRTY-ONE
EZRA
Aqua eyes flared where she was on her knees in front of me. I wondered if she had the first clue how goddamn sexy she was. The temptation she embodied. The truth that she was getting so far under my skin I had no idea how I was ever going to get her out from under it.
I should have ended this with her tight little body trembling and shaking from the orgasm that had torn through her.
Walked and turned my back.
Because the whole intent had just been watching, but the second I’d caught sight of her splayed out on that bed, there was no stopping the madness. No way to keep from touching her when she had so clearly been begging to be touched.
I wouldn’t lie. I wanted this. I wanted those plump, full lips wrapped around my cock. I wanted her to have the taste of me scored in her memories the same way the taste of her would forever be scored on mine.
And I hadn’t been touched in so fucking long. Not since that unbearable day. Not since the moment seeking pleasure for myself had revealed my greatest selfishness and I’d failed Brianna in the most brutal way. Failed my kids in the most brutal way.
I never thought I’d really want anyone again. The shame so great, that I’d never even crave it.
Funny since I’d never craved anyone the way I craved Savannah Ward, and I was certain I never would again.
She lifted that fierce chin as she fisted me at the base, right over my own hand.
“I can take it.”
She flicked out her tongue to lick across my dripping tip.
Pleasure spiked through the middle of me. “Oh, Little Trespasser, what I would do to you.”
Without hesitation, I pulsed into her mouth, so deep that I hit the back of her throat. Her hands shot out to brace herself on my thighs, and Savannah made this moaning, gurgled sound that vibrated around me.
A lust-inducing song.
It sent sparks lighting up my spine.
I stilled with her lips stretched wide around me, her mouth so fucking wet and warm that I nearly lost it right then. I let the pad of my thumb trace along the defined curve of her cheek. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more perfect than this. You on your knees for me with that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.”
I twined a hand up in her hair, fisting a handful as I drew out then pushed back in.
She whimpered and held on tighter to steady herself, and I began to take her mouth in long, deep strokes.
Aqua eyes stared up at me as I drove into her mouth, a severity unlike any other thrashing in the room.
My heart a thunder. Lust racing. Need overpowering.
Fucking her mouth shouldn’t feel better than any pleasure I’d ever known. It shouldn’t feel like I was being changed. It shouldn’t feel like this mattered.
But there was no escaping it, gazing down at Savannah, at this woman who was letting me touch her this way.
Long-dead embers flamed with every pass, and it lit in the vacant places inside me that I thought would be forever frozen, and the heat rose higher and higher with each possessive thrust.
“Do you have the first clue, Savannah, how good you feel?” I grunted it, body groaning with the pressure of trying to keep myself from completely snapping.
I wanted her in a way that was hazardous.
The direction I was traveling was careless and hasty.
But I needed it. I needed this. I needed her.
Desire blistered through her all over again as she let me take her mouth like it’d always belonged to me.
Like we’d done this a thousand times.
Like we each got it.
Knew what the other needed.
This connection unfound and unsafe. So intense I didn’t know how we’d ever break it.
Fingernails burrowing into my thighs, she rose high on her knees, giving herself over to me as I picked up a ruthless rhythm.
But it was Savanah who was doing the consuming.
Energy crackled as I pounded into her mouth, and I was gripped by that feeling again. The one that promised I was in the exact place I was supposed to be.