Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
I explain to him, “It’s a port scar. The port is placed so they can get the chemo in your body. After it’s removed, some people choose to cover the scar with a tattoo. I wanted to leave my cancer scars visible.”
He leans down and gently presses his lips against it, whispering, “My beautiful warrior.”
I thread my fingers through his hair, tugging on the short strands. “Your beautiful warrior is horny.”
He chuckles, and the sound rumbles through my chest. “I’ve been hard since the moment I met you. But seeing you now without a stitch of clothing on is a dream come true.”
My cheeks warm at his admission. He’s thought about me naked. “I had to go home after the class. I tried to use my showerhead, but it wasn’t enough. I need you.”
“Then that’s what you’ll get. Lean back.”
I do as he says, leaning back on my elbows to watch.
He kneels on the floor beside the bed and reaches for my feet. He presses kisses along the inside of my leg. His soft beard tickles as he moves higher and higher.
He murmurs against my skin. He’s telling me how beautiful he thinks I am, how sexy he finds my body. Most of all, he makes promises of the filthy things he’s going to do to me. The way he’s going to spread me wide and sink nine inches deep. He promises he’s going to take me in every position, going to wear out my pussy.
His kisses and filthy words only stoke the fire more until he reaches the apex of my thighs and finally, he pulls my panties down.
I showered before our date and I know I’m trimmed, but I still fight the urge to close my legs. Before I can do that, he uses his shoulders to wedge between my thighs. “No more showerheads. Only me. I’m the only one who gets to make you come.”
He licks a broad stripe up my seam and I nearly levitate off the bed at how good it feels. I’m part of the dirty book club in town. But I thought all those book descriptions were making it sound better than it is. Turns out, the written word doesn’t even come close to the experience.
It’s a heady feeling knowing that he’s drinking my juices and letting them dribble into his beard. He circles my clit once, twice, three times and I’m coming. The orgasm barrels into me, pulling me under and stealing my breath away.
When it’s over, I slump back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling, surprised by how giddy I feel. “I liked that. A lot.”
“That was only the start,” he promises as he strips off his clothes in record time. He fists his jutting cock.
“Fuck. You’re perfect,” he tells me as he works his shaft. “I’m healthy, but if you want me to wear a condom—”
“I’m healthy too,” I explain.
“Thank fuck,” he murmurs and joins me on the bed. He holds his body over mine, keeping his weight on his forearms. His cock brushes my swollen folds, and he lets out a groan. “You’re so damn soft and wet.”
“You made me that way.” I arch up to meet his body, feeling the way his cock is already leaking all over me and the sheets.
“Are you aching again?”
“So much,” I answer as he positions his cock at my entrance.
He slips inside an inch and studies my face.
I give him a nod and wrap my arms around his shoulders. Then I pull his head down for a kiss. The moment our lips connect, he snaps his hips to mine and thrusts himself inside of me. He fills me completely, leaving me gasping into his mouth.
I shudder at the sensation of being so filled by the man I love. Yeah, I’m in love with Hale Evans. I think I have been since the moment he stepped into that dessert shop.
“Need you to come,” he grunts as he draws featherlight circles around my clit.
I’m already primed from my earlier orgasm, and it doesn’t take more than a few quick strokes for me to be whispering his name.
His release quickly follows mine as hot spurts of his sticky come fill my still throbbing pussy.
“That was…” My voice trails off. My body is too sated to even finish my sentences.
“Fast,” he mutters. The tips of his ears are red again, and I realize that he’s embarrassed at how quickly he came.
I shake my head. “Perfect. But if you think it was too fast, we can try again. I’m all about trying to get it right.” I give him a wink to let him know that I don’t care about how fast he came. The truth is, it’s a turn-on to know my man couldn’t help but shoot his load as soon as he was inside my pussy.