Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
"Easton, please," I beg quietly, hanging on by a thread as he pops the button of my pants. He holds my gaze as he slowly peels them down my legs, leaving me bare to him. "So goddamn perfect," he breathes, staring at me like he's never seen anything more beautiful.
With shaking hands, I reach for his pants, popping the button and lowering his zipper. He helps me push them down his muscular thighs, revealing black boxers that hug his powerful thighs. The hard ridge of his erection strains against the fabric, making my mouth water.
I hook my fingers in the waistband and slowly drag them down, freeing his impressive length. It springs free, bobbing against his stomach, the swollen head already glistening with precum.
My womb clenches hard at the sight, aching to feel him inside me.
"Jesus, Easton," I whisper, reaching out to run a fingertip down his shaft. "You're so beautiful."
A pained laugh erupts from his lips as he cants his hips away from my hand. "Get in the shower before I fuck you through the floor, princess," he groans. "You can't look at me that way, talk about me that way, and expect me to behave."
"Oh. So now you want to behave," I mutter, unable to help myself.
He smirks, tugging the shower door open. "Get in, smart ass."
I grin, slipping past him into the shower. Hot water beats down on me, steam swirling around me as he steps in behind me. The door barely even closes before he's on top of me pressing me against the wall.
I gasp as the frigid tiles make contact with my nipples, the sensation feeling far better than it probably should.
"W-what are you doing?" I ask as he lands on his knees behind me.
"What I've wanted to do for a fucking month," he growls, gently lifting my leg to place it on the built-in bench. His lips slide down my left cheek as he slips a hand between my legs from behind. "God, baby. You're so wet for me."
I cry out as his fingers slide through my slick folds, teasing my clit with featherlight strokes. It feels so good—way better than when I do it myself.
"That's it, baby," he groans. "Cry for me."
"Easton!" His name is a desperate plea on my lips as he works me higher and higher. My hips gyrate against his hand without permission, chasing more of his touch.
He groans against my ass cheek, nipping my flesh. "You're so fucking responsive, Molly. I could play with this perfect little pussy all night." He circles my clit, grinding down just enough to make me see stars.
I'm so close already, my inner walls fluttering around nothing. I need him inside me. I need to come on his cock, his fingers, his tongue—I don't care, I just need him.
"Please, Easton, I need-"
He thrusts two fingers inside me, stealing my breath. "This what you need, princess? You need me to fuck this tight little cunt?"
"Yes!" I moan brokenly, my nails scrabbling against the slick tile wall as he fucks me with his fingers. He curls them, stroking that magic spot inside me. My back arches as ecstasy rockets through my veins in response.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he rasps, scissoring his fingers to stretch me. "I can't wait to feel this pretty pussy wrapped around my cock."
My legs tremble as the pressure builds, my body wound tight. I'm so close already, dancing on the razor's edge.
But a millisecond before I tumble over the edge, his fingers disappear. I cry out in loss…only to cry out again as I feel his tongue sliding up my slit.
"Oh god!" I shout, my forehead thudding against the tile wall. His tongue swirls around my clit and thrusts deep, fucking me with long, sure strokes. Tension coils tighter and tighter in my core as he devours me, savoring me like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted.
He growls against me, and I feel the vibrations all the way in my womb. I cry out, grasping at nothing as I shatter into pieces, coming all over his face. Waves of euphoria race through my veins, turning them to lava.
He growls and spins me around, his eyes on fire as he rises to his feet. "Knew you'd taste like forever, Molly."
All I can do is whimper in agreement as he yanks me into his arms, claiming my mouth in a scorching kiss. I tremble, need already rising so fast it's terrifying.
He hauls me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, gripping my cheeks hard enough to leave marks. "I can't fucking wait. I need to be in you now."
"Yes," I gasp, clawing at his shoulders, trying to get him right where I need him. "God, yes, Easton."
He lines his cock up with my entrance, his eyes locked on mine. "You're mine, little lamb," he growls, yanking me down on him.