Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 157848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 789(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 789(@200wpm)___ 631(@250wpm)___ 526(@300wpm)
“I can’t… too much…” Her nails dig into my back and scalp.
Tremors rock her body as her pleas turn to murmurs and she’s coming again. I force myself away, catching her before she falls and twisting us to my back. She collapses limply, her chest heaving. My arms secure her protectively and guilt slams into me.
“Fuck, baby. I lost my goddamned mind.”
She doesn’t move, her breathing slowing with each pant.
“Poppy? Sweetheart?”
Her hands go to my ribcage, and she knifes up, her face glowing. “I’m okay, Evin. I’m not that fragile.”
Relief fills me at the same time my universe shifts. Her rainbow hair is wild, her eyes bright blue, and the smile on her face strikes straight to my heart.
She braces on my stomach, slipping down and curling her hand around my dick. “Now it’s my turn.”
“It won’t take long, baby. My cock is jealous and pissed.”
“Didn’t know it had emotions.” She grins smugly.
“It didn’t until you.”
Her soft hand caresses my length and she holds my eyes. “This may not be exactly what you’re used to—”
“Don’t,” I cut her off. “Don’t ever fucking go there. For me, my brain annihilated anything before you. You want to sit there all night with your hand around my dick while I have the taste of your pussy on my lips, go for it. Your taste fades, I have no problem going back for more. But warning you again, it will not take that long.”
Her eyes heat to a deeper blue as her tongue slowly trails over her lip. She tightens her grip, stroking faster, at the same time swiveling her hips.
“Dammit,” I curse, her dripping heat coating my balls.
“Hmmm?”
“You can’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Your drip—” A low hiss rolls through me when she does it again, this time pivoting to slide up and down.
“You set the boundaries, Evin. Tell me what you want.” Her voice husky as she repeats my words from earlier.
I grind my teeth, clutching her thighs. The innocence disappears, a bold vixen locking into place.
“Maybe I should ask if you’re okay?”
There’s no missing the teasing in her question. She may claim inexperience, but she knows exactly what she’s doing. I reach out, circling a nipple before pulling it between my fingers and pinching lightly. The heat in her eyes flames and the hunger I recognize reappears, sending a message straight to my dick.
Fuck! She’s ready to go again. I do the same to the other side, repeating over and over until she’s breathing hard.
My eyes drop to her hand and my heart thunders. The first glance at her naked body burned into my brain, but this is burned into my soul. I was a madman earlier, too focused on getting a taste, and not taking the time to fully appreciate the vision. Now, everything is different. Her sliding on my cock while expertly working my dick, the pink scratches covering her thigh to thigh from my scruff, the determination in her eyes.
The primal possession turns brutal. I crunch up, my mouth going to her nipple while my fingers strum her clit.
She arches into me, her hand cupping my balls and rolling them gently. The searing pleasure is too much and I increase my pressure, thrusting into her palm.
That’s all it takes and I explode on a growl, latching tightly to her nipple, and faintly hearing her cries over the ringing in my ears.
Warm liquid shoots to my stomach and chest, her hand slowing until she sinks into me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.
We stay like this until I can catch my breath and lift my mouth below her ear.
“Swear to God, one touch and my self-control shattered.”
She smiles against my neck. “Finally.”
Poppy stirs, her eyelashes fluttering against my skin. I kiss along her temple, soaking in the feel of her naked body tangled with mine. A heavy weight settles in my gut knowing these are our last few minutes in this bed.
A little over a week ago, I flew into this city indifferent, untouchable, and satisfied with my bachelor lifestyle. Lives were changing all around me with marriages and babies, but it didn’t affect my views. Rina was one of many women that unsuccessfully tried to take things further. The thought of commitment was foreign, and the idea of settling down was far-fetched. I had no damn clue how quickly my perspective could change.
Now, I want it all. Everything my friends and family have makes sense.
Fuck me if I have any clue how to make that happen. Poppy mentioned her contracts are reviewed each year before renewal, but she’d never had a problem. Against the odds and having no family support at her back, she chased her dream.
Which means, unless she makes a career change, she’s locked into Vegas.
I’d never ask her to give up her show, so it’ll be up to me to figure it out. My position can adjust to an extent. It wouldn’t be ideal, but working remotely is possible for brief spurts of time.