Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
"Christ, you look good with my dick in your mouth."
He fucks my mouth in slow pumps, his gaze riveted to the sight of his cock sliding between my lips. I twirl my tongue around the head, trying to figure out a rhythm. I don't think I'm doing it wrong.
His hand drifts from my nape to my ponytail. After pulling out the elastic band, he wraps my hair around his fist just tight enough to leave behind a sting. He increases his pace, fucking my mouth faster, his strokes shallow and steady.
"I want your throat," he tells me, his breathing ragged. "Do you want to try, kitten?"
I nod again and moan around his cock, the mere thought of taking him all the way making me crazy. I try to relax the muscles of my throat to take him deeper, but he's so thick I gag when he presses forward, causing the muscles in my throat to clamp around his cock before loosening.
The pure, masculine sound of pleasure sends another flood of arousal trickling between my legs. I wrap my hands around his powerful thighs and pull back, greedily inhaling a lungful of air. When I move to take him deeper again, he stops me.
"No more," he says, retreating. "I don't want to come yet." He pumps his hips a couple of times in quick, shallow thrusts, and then his cock slips from my lips. He unravels my hair from around his hand and leans over, lifting me easily from the floor. His mouth crashes down on mine in a brutal kiss, and then I'm flying through the air.
I cry out in surprise when I bounce on top of the bed.
Lifting my head, I find him yanking his shirt off. The muscles in his abdomen are rock hard and defined, like he works out regularly. The tattoos on his arms aren't his only ones. A vivid sunburst is inked over his heart, and several smaller tattoos are scattered across his golden skin. When he turns slightly, I catch sight of others on his shoulder blades. I want to trace each one he unveils with the tip of my tongue.
He toes his shoes off and quickly kicks his pants and socks to the side before pacing toward me, his cock hard as steel. More tattoos run up and down his thick thighs and calves in an intricate tribal pattern. His body is a work of art, ink painted on him like oil on canvas. The tattoos are gorgeous, breathtaking. And so is he. Nothing about him is soft. He's all muscle and dark golden skin.
"Come here," he says, hooking an arm around my waist and dragging me toward the bottom of the bed when he reaches me. His mouth lands against my stomach, sending another shiver rolling through me. He nips and kisses his way across my abdomen, his tongue dancing over my ribcage. He holds me still beneath him, ensuring I can't escape when I writhe in pleasure.
"Lift up," he murmurs against my skin, reaching down to pull my shoes off before tugging my pants down over my hips. His lips trace the skin he unveils, lavishing attention on my lower belly before he tugs my jeans lower.
I lift up, allowing him to jerk them off.
He leans back then, his heated gaze raking across my body. I twist the blankets in my hands, gripping them hard as he devours me with his gaze. He looks at me like no one ever has before, not searching out flaws, but as if he's memorizing every little detail of my body. As if he finds every single one of them beautiful.
When his eyes meet mine again, I know he likes what he sees. He confirms it when he speaks.
"I knew you were stunning, but I didn't know seeing you spread out for me would make me speechless." He places a hand on the bed beside my hip and leans forward to take my mouth in another deep kiss. "You've got me so worked up I'm shaking, sweetheart," he says when he pulls back.
"Me too," I whisper. And I'm not lying. My body trembles on top of the bed, anticipation running like a current through me.
"Oh, kitten. You're going to do more than shake," he promises, working his way down my body. "You're going to scream before I'm through with you." He explores every inch of my skin with his lips, teeth, and tongue, making me arch and writhe beneath him until I'm pleading with him for relief. He places a kiss on my pussy through my panties. "You're so wet. You liked having my dick in your mouth, didn't you?"
"Mmhmm," I hum.
He hooks his index fingers into the sides of my panties and pulls them down.
I lift my hips, allowing him to pull the scrap of lace off and discard it beside the rest of our clothes littering the floor. Modesty has me trying to close my legs, but he's not having any of that.