Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25958 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
His mouth on my nipple, his tongue lapping at my flesh, the muscle dragging over the peak. A startled, pleasure-filled groan left me, and I curled my nails into his flesh reflexively. He hissed, and I loosened my hold.
“No. More, Delilah. More,” he murmured against my breast and went back to licking and sucking at me, dragging his teeth and tongue over the peak over and over again.
I realized I was wantonly grinding myself against his massive erection. He made this low, animal-like sound deep within his throat, the sound spearing through my nipple and vibrating all the way down to my clit.
And then his hands were on my hips, guiding me, aiding me in moving back and forth against him, sliding my pussy on his length, working myself up to a fever pitch. My panties were wedged between my soaked slit by this time, the material of the underwear and pants so thin I swore I felt him throb beneath me.
“God, Mal. I feel….” I closed my eyes and let myself go, let myself feel the way he sucked at my nipple at the same time he rocked me back and forth on him. He did great pulls and draws on the sensitive tissue, and I opened my mouth, a breath escaping so fast and harsh I felt lightheaded.
“Come on, baby.”
I snapped my eyes open and stared at the ceiling as something tightened in my body. It started at my toes, rising higher and higher until I’d never be able to slow it down or stop it. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood, and when that power in me finally exploded, I bore down on Mal and really worked myself over on him.
Back and forth. Back and forth. Hard and fast as I exploded into a million little pieces right before him.
And all the while, he licked at my breasts, alternating between my nipples, urging me on with murmured words of encouragement against my now sensitive, swollen, and damp flesh.
“So good, Delilah.”
“I’ll never get enough.”
“I want more.”
“You’re mine.”
I collapsed against him, my head resting on his shoulder, my eyes closed, my breathing frantic. I felt him smooth his hands over the bare skin of my sides, lazy strokes that told me he wasn’t in any hurry.
When I pulled back, I saw the way his expression became more aroused as he searched my face. I could only imagine what I looked like, all post-orgasmic high. He lifted his hand and gently smoothed his thumb over the spot on my bottom lip I’d bit, then he leaned forward, cupping the back of my head, and kissed me gently, sweetly. But all that did was wind me up even more, and I gripped his shoulders and pulled him in closer.
I felt his surprise by my boldness, but I didn’t care. I wanted more of him, and I knew he wouldn’t deny me.
9
Delilah
Before I could chicken out, I climbed off him, but I could see on his face he knew I wasn’t stopping this. I started for the waistband of my pants, but he made a gruff sound and shook his head slowly, his expression taking on a very predatory quality, one that had my inner muscles clenching in dark desire.
He hooked his fingers under the elastic around my waist. He held my eyes with his as he slowly pulled the material down. I couldn’t move, not as he pushed them down and down and down until they pooled at my feet, and instinctively, I stepped out of them. Then there I was, standing in my panties and nothing else, the scent of my arousal strong enough I felt my face heat in embarrassment.
He growled low and gripped my hips, pulling me closer to him. He still sat on the couch while I stood there, his hands gripping and releasing my flesh, never letting go.
“Come closer,” he growled, and I moved that last inch that separated us, the tips of my toes brushing up against the bottom of the couch. He tipped his head back and stared up at me then slowly slid his hands behind so his big palms could curve over the mounds of my ass. A small breath left me at the contact.
Without breaking eye contact, Mal leaned forward and rested his forehead on my flat belly, his skin warm, his body so big that even in this position, I looked so tiny compared to him. And then it happened.
He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of my arousal. The sound that left him was almost distorted. He gripped the back of one of my legs and lifted it so my foot rested on the cushion beside his thigh. He smoothed his fingers along my thigh, down to my calf, and repeated the action over and over.
“You smell better than anything I could ever imagine.” He moved his head lower, and I held my breath as I realized what he was going to do, where he was headed. “So good that you make my mouth water for a taste.” He looked up at me then, his hand moving slowly toward the crease where my thigh met my pussy. He focused on the most sensitive part of me again, the one barely covered by a thin layer of cotton, and then his face was between my thighs, his mouth and nose running up and down the slit.