Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95606 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 478(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Like a prodigy.
I’ll tell her that later. That we’re both prodigies. It’ll make her laugh.
And the fact that he was already dying to talk to her again—when his cock was stiffer than a fucking sledgehammer—spoke volumes. I love this girl. I love her so much. So much that he moved instinctively in the name of her pleasure, his mouth releasing her stiff nipple with a stuttered sound, lips moving down, down, suctioning over the top of her slit, his middle finger teasing open her soaked cunt, gently twisting a knuckle at her entrance, the sound of her whimpers making him feel like an animal.
“Sig. I just want you inside of me. Inside of me. Please.”
“Patience, dream girl.”
“No.”
Sig chuckled, but cut himself off with a hard swallow when the lips of her sex parted that remaining degree, that indecent final opening that allowed him to get his tongue where it needed to go—and he put it there. Groaning brokenly. Stroking that gorgeous bud with the tip of his tongue, tracing the smooth perimeter of it, before gently grinding down from above with the flat center of his tongue, slowly, slowly, all while massaging the undersides of her knees with his thumbs . . . and fuck, she got wetter. Mewled louder.
He’d never need another trophy as long as he lived.
Feeling Chloe get more and more aroused while he ate her pussy was peak victory.
“Sig. I need you.”
“Not half as much as I need you,” he rasped, the palm of his right hand traveling down the inside of her thigh, his middle and index finger teasing her breach, preparing to tuck inside all that warmth and make sure she was ready, but he wanted to be looking her in the eye the first time he fingered her, so he jiggled his tongue against her clit a few more times, until her thighs started to spasm, then licked up the center of her body, pressing their foreheads together. Looking at her with all the wild and powerful feelings inside his chest.
Then he pushed two fingers into that sweet, tight pussy, moaning the whole way.
Cursing over the way her muscles seized up around his digits, her eyes glazing over.
“Swear to God, I’ve spent my whole life wanting to get inside of you.”
“A-and?”
His fingers retreated and advanced, retreated and advanced, milking her, getting her as ready as possible. “Now I’m going to spend my whole life making sure I get to stay here.”
Christ, she was a masterpiece, all flushed and beginning to shine. Dewy. Covered in suck marks. Swollen. Perfection. “You’re the only one that belongs inside me,” she whispered, unfastening his dress pants and carefully lowering the zipper. Stroking him through the starchy material while he choked a sound into her neck, still eye to eye. Hiding nothing. “You can be rough with it. Rough as you want.”
Motherfuck.
Sig didn’t wait another breath. He couldn’t. Neither of them could.
He reached down into his open fly, past the elastic of his briefs and fisted his cock, bringing it between her thighs and pumping home with a shattered call of her name.
Blind. He was fucking blinded by the sensation of . . . of suction and compression.
The contraction of her muscles.
“Fuck. You are just . . .” He ground down, cinched back and fucked forward, groaning over the way she whined and tightened up, knees rising. “Shit, Chloe. Jesus. Christ.”
“Don’t stop.” She clawed at his hips. “You feel so good.”
“Say I’m the only one, again. Say it filthier.”
She accepted another one of his pumps with a cry. “If I get filthy, will you be filthy?”
“I’m going to be filthy, either way, Chlo.” He worked his lower body in a rough circle, listening to her breath catch. “But if you tell me my cock is your reason for living, I’ll feel more justified working you over. The way I’ve been obsessing over you for six fucking months.”
Chloe visibly let that honesty wash over her, crooking her finger at him a moment later—and he went, closing his eyes as she whispered against his ear. “What if I tell you that your cock is so big and thick, I can feel it rubbing my G-spot?” She sucked his earlobe into her mouth, drawing his balls up so tight, he had to bear down to prevent himself from spilling. “And I know exactly where that spot is because I think of you every time I play with it.”
“Okay,” he panted, beginning to thrust. Hard. Hard hard hard. “Oh fuck.”
“Work me over.” She ripped her nails down his ass. “Work me so good, honey. Please.”
Honey?
The headboard was slamming into the wall at this point, her tightness accepting him with wet sounds he’d never get out of his head. “You can stop now,” he growled.
She arched her back on a moan. “I want you to fuck me like this in your hockey pads.”