Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 78(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
“Off.” He chuckles but does that thing it seems only men can do, taking it off one handed by the back of the neck. Tan skin appears before my eyes, muscles flexing, and my mouth salivates, but Wolf has other ideas as his lips seek mine out, our tongues meeting, both of us tasting one another. It gives me the time to move my hands down the length of his chest, my nails sinking into his muscles along the way.
“You unbutton my pants, sunshine, there’s no turning back. You hear me?” Wolf grabs my hands as they move to the denim at his waist.
“I know that I’m prepared for it. Are you?” I arch my eyebrows, obsidian blue eyes meeting my green ones.
“I’m all fucking in.” He nods his head, then my hands fumble with his button until I get the hang of it. Wolf has the patience of a saint until I finally open the fly of his pants. Skin meets skin. He clearly isn’t a fan of boxers or any other kind of underwear, and I’m reaping the benefits of it now. He lifts me up as I push his pants down. “Holy shit,” whooshes out of me as my hand wraps around his length. My fingers don’t even touch. Wolf must be as wide as my damn wrist, not really, but oh my gosh his girth, not to mention his length. It’s standing up proudly, going up to his navel, and I’m worried there’s no way he’ll ever fit inside me.
“Now you know why I wanted to ease you into this.” He groans as I use my fist, my thumb sweeping over the tip, gathering his pre-cum before sliding it down along his length.
“Are you sure that’s going to fit inside me?” I mumble, but my eyes aren’t on his, they’re firmly planted on the way his cock looks wrapped inside my hand, smooth velvet, causing me to moisten my lips.
“It’ll fit. Might take time, but you’ll be molded to me soon enough, sunshine.” Wolf grasps my hips, not letting me move. I’m apparently not using my mouth today, which might be a good thing because lockjaw could potentially happen. Instead, I bring down my other hand, wrapping it around the top so they’re stacked on top of one another.
“Reese.” The way my name rushes out of Wolf, deep in timbre with that husky tone, I double up my efforts, watching for every little nuance that he likes what I’m doing, using it to my advantage. His hips move up every time my hands sink down.
“God, now I know how you felt watching me,” I mutter. Wolf’s hands travel up to my hair, sink into the loose waves.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, sunshine. You’re killing me bit by bit in the best way imaginable.” Wolf brings his lips to mine, his body locks up beneath me, and I feel his hot cum jet onto my hands. He doesn’t stop coming even after he breaks the kiss while groaning. My eyes take it all in. It’s got to be the sexiest thing in this world, and I’m the one who did this to him and for him.
“Yep, we’re going to have to do that again, and soon.” My breasts meet his chest, bra still bunched beneath them, my shirt still on top. I probably look like a hot mess. But the way Wolf has me pressed against him, he clearly doesn’t mind how I look or the mess we’ve made on one another.
“Yeah, as soon as I catch my breath. Next time, I’m using my mouth though.” And I swear with his words alone, I just had another orgasm. “My woman likes that idea, huh?” Wolf asks, clearly feeling what my body is giving off.
“God, yes,” I reply. The next thing I know, I’m up and in Wolf’s arms and he’s carrying me through the pasture and up to his ranch. I guess he intends to make good on his promise.
Seven
Wolf
My plans of taking Reese to bed were derailed when her stomach rumbled, so instead, I dropped her off in my bathroom. It was hard not to stay in there and watch the water sluice off Reese’s curvy body. The fact that she wasn’t worried about the mess on her body or her hands, and just went with the flow, it hit me square in the chest, this woman allowing me to mark her like Tarzan would, not even batting an eye. If I stayed, though, and washed our bodies together, we’d be doing a whole lot more, but there was no way I’d allow her to starve. Even if my baser needs are what is starving right now.
I walked away with her tits out ripe for my mouth, the shower running, and me placing a shirt on the counter, one of mine that has the bar’s logo emblazoned across the front of it. Nothing better than my name on her. Shit, if I had it my way, I’d have Reese wear it everywhere so the whole world would know she’s mine. I grabbed her a pair of boxers I’m forced to wear if I need to dress up. Thankfully, those times are few and far between. As for me, I relegated myself to the downstairs bathroom. If it weren’t for my cock and stomach coated with my cum, I wouldn’t even need a shower. It didn’t take me long, a quick wash and rinse, then I’m in the kitchen after changing into a new set of clothes. This time a pair of grey sweatpants and black shirt. With it getting later on in the afternoon, I’m not seeing the need to get back into jeans until it’s time to get to the bar.