Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
“Doesn’t matter. You matter. You matter more than anything.” Hoping she wouldn’t scratch his eyes out, Bracken boldly laid a kiss on her mouth, relieved when she softened. “I’ll never let her touch me again—I swear that to you.”
“Oh, you mean like how you swore you’d stop drinking out of my milk cartons?”
His smile said busted. “We all have our quirks. For instance, some of us only eat one thing on our plate at a time, talk constantly in our sleep, always seem to be cold no matter the weather, and weirdly save cardboard boxes and Bubble Wrap from any packages they receive.”
“You never know when you might need them. And what about those finicky people who go crazy if there’s a crumb in the bed and point-blank refuse to have food in their car?”
“That’s not being finicky; that’s just being tidy.”
“Finicky,” she insisted, humor dancing in her eyes.
He pulled her close and kissed her again. Softly, sweetly, but also dominantly.
Madisyn pushed against his chest, feigning annoyance. “I have to work, you know. In fact, so do you.”
“Security work is boring.” He propped his hip against the bar. “Watching you is much more fun.”
She’d sensed that he didn’t seem to find much satisfaction in his position of enforcer. “Did you want to be an enforcer when you were young?”
“No. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a video game designer. You?”
She smiled. “I wanted to be a sports announcer.” She’d thought it would be cool.
He straightened. “If you’re not going to be serious . . .”
Her eyes widened. Truthfully, she insisted, “I am.”
“Yeah, sure. Now give me more of that mouth.”
CHAPTER NINE
It was really her own fault, she thought with a soft moan. She should have known better than to accept a dare from Bracken Slater, but it had sounded so simple.
She’d woken to find him leaning a little against the headboard, knees bent, feet flat on the mattress. She’d barely gotten out a “Good morning” before he lifted her, set her atop his chest, and angled her so that she was leaning back against his thighs with her pussy in his face. He’d dared her to just lay back and enjoy—no touching herself to speed up her orgasm, no trying to take over. She was just to relax and let him make her come. How easy did that sound?
Well, it wasn’t so fucking easy. Not when the guy eating your pussy had apparently learned every erogenous zone you possessed and had absolutely no issue exploiting them all.
He hadn’t just dived right in with an “I’m going to make you come” mind-set. No, he’d taken his time. Softly kissed her inner thighs, nuzzled her folds, blew on her clit, and licked at the creases of her thighs.
Just when she’d been about to threaten him with bodily harm if he didn’t get to work, he began to leisurely eat at her pussy. Used his arsenal of tongue, teeth, lips, and fingers to drive her to the edge of release . . . then he’d eased off. Again. And again. And again. And now he was pumping two fingers in her pussy while his lips were wrapped around her clit as he sucked it gently.
Little flames of desperation licked at her heated skin. Her body was strung tighter than a bow, dangling on the edge of a powerful orgasm. The heat of his mouth, the perfect pressure of his tongue, the light scrapes of his teeth, the feel of his fingers filling her aching pussy—it was all amazing. It was also too much.
Orgasm creeping toward her yet again, she jerked as he flicked her clit with his tongue. Then he was rolling that tongue clockwise around her clit. “Oh God,” she rasped. And now he was rolling it counterclockwise. “Bracken, I’m close. You need to let me come this time.” Her thighs quivered, her pussy quaked, her fingers dug into his outer thighs . . . and he stopped.
He licked his glistening lips. “I don’t think you’ve had enough yet.”
“I have! I totally have!” Madisyn gasped as he rubbed the flat of his tongue up and down her clit. “Deliver the goods, Slater.” But he didn’t. Fuck it. She was done with this. She tried to get up—might even have succeeded if she hadn’t somehow telegraphed her intent.
Tightening his grip on her hip, he withdrew his fingers from her pussy and spanked her clit. “Don’t fucking move.”
“I need to come!”
“And you will. When I’m ready. Or are you going back on a dare?”
Oh, he had her there. Every bit of pride in her bristled at the mere thought of accepting defeat. “No, I’m not,” she said finally.
“You lost my fingers for being impatient. I told you earlier: When I’ve finished eating this pussy, you can come. Not before.”
Barely holding in a sob—yes, she was that desperate to come—Madisyn hissed between her teeth. He ignored her. Went back to devastating her with that blessed tongue: licking, swirling, flicking, and probing. Oh, he was as ruthless as ever with that mouth . . . that clever, carnal, exceptionally skillful mouth that she just wanted to slam her fist into.