Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Dalton Eros has me in a fucking choke hold. My will, my power, my body . . . they’re his to do as he pleases. All I hope is that when he walks away at the end of the night, he leaves me with at least a shred of dignity so I can face the world knowing nothing I do will ever compare to this moment.
I don’t even care that he’s taking from me first. He’s not pretending to be anything he’s not. Dalton Eros is no gentleman, and he’s not afraid to own it. Though, something tells me he’s going to more than repay the favor.
He watches me on my knees, and the throbbing between my legs is getting out of control. I feel myself soaking through my underwear, but all I can think about is the way he grips the front of his pants, slowly lowering his fly.
Dalton reaches inside as my mouth waters, the anticipation of seeing what he’s working with almost too much for me to handle. I see the way he grips his cock beneath the fabric of his pants, and I’ve never been so damn jealous. When he finally frees himself, he releases his cock and lets it stand free like a soldier ready for battle.
My jaw drops.
Hooooly fuck. Cara wasn’t lying. I’m going to need both hands and a fucking army to get this pierced monster off.
He’s more than ready for me, painfully hard and girthy. I won’t even be able to close my fingers around him, let alone my mouth. I rise up higher on my knees, positioning myself right in front of him as he grips the base of his cock, those angry veins only protruding more.
He’s so big, the excitement almost knocks me out, and I wet my lips, more than ready to show him just what I can do. He clenches his jaw as I hunger for the bead of moisture forming on the tip of his cock. “Fucking take it,” he demands, that raw desire in his tone almost enough to make me come right here and now.
Oh, God. Yes, sir.
Reaching up, I place my hand just below and groan at just how velvety smooth his skin feels beneath my touch. I slowly move my hand up his length as I open my mouth and close it over his tip, his cool piercing rubbing against the roof of my mouth. My tongue rolls over the bead of moisture, greedily claiming it for myself. He’s so fucking delicious, my eyes roll with satisfaction.
I take him deeper as I reach up with my other hand, needing to grip him with both hands as I feel him in the back of my throat, that piercing so foreign in my mouth. My tongue rolls around, feeling those angry veins and teasing him as I move up and down, giving him my absolute best work.
“That’s right,” he rumbles, his thick tone almost lost in the breeze. “Take it all.”
I work him up and down as he groans, my name a whisper on his lips. My gaze remains locked on his, and I watch as he takes me in, my mouth never so full in my life.
Everything throbs and the desperation to feel him slamming deep inside of me consumes my every thought. My pussy aches, but I don’t dare stop.
Dalton’s hand weaves into the back of my hair, curling around my ponytail and taking control, moving me back and forth, his grip tightening with every thrust. I moan around him and his grunt of approval is everything I never knew I needed.
My tongue becomes his bitch, working him like a damn pro, and as he starts to move me faster, I know he’s right on the edge. One hand grips the base of his cock, squeezing tighter as the other moves up and down, reaching the parts of him I just simply can’t with my mouth.
“Fucking hell,” he grunts, his whole body jolting, that low groan only making me crave him more. I take him harder, forcing him deeper until I’m almost gagging on his cock and, not a moment later, he roars as he comes hard, spilling his hot seed down my throat.
I swallow everything he’s got to offer, not daring to stop until I take every last drop, and only then do I release the death grip I have on his overwhelming cock. He lets out a heavy breath, staring down at me in astonishment. “Where the fuck did you learn how to do that?”
“I can’t spill all my secrets now, can I?” I murmur, making a show of wiping my thumb across my bottom lip.
His eyes blaze and he grips his shirt, yanking it over his head and showing off his glorious, toned body. His pecs are defined and those shoulders and arms . . . holy shit. This guy really is the whole package. “I hope you’re fucking ready,” he mutters darkly, gripping me by the arms and pulling me to my feet. “Because I have a few secrets of my own to share.”