Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 136791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136791 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 684(@200wpm)___ 547(@250wpm)___ 456(@300wpm)
"To forget this," I rumble and stalk toward her. It takes two steps to cross the threshold. And one more before she's in my arms. I kick the door closed behind me and then haul her up against my chest.
As soon as she's in my arms, she goes wild. Her body wraps around mine, exactly like she was meant to fit me. Her hands go to my hair, her legs around my waist. Our mouths crash together with such need, such force, that our teeth clack together. I pour everything into our kiss, sucking her tongue into my mouth to steal her breath. I want her air in me, until each breath I take is full of nothing but her.
"Fuck," I swear, palming her plump ass and grinding her down on my aching cock when she bites my lip. She isn't gentle about it and I love that. Love knowing she's as desperate for me as I always have been for her.
Once upon a time, when she was in my arms like this, I was sweet and gentle. I took my time and worshipped her willing little body like she deserved. Sooner or later, I'll get around to doing it again. But right now, it isn't going to be like that. It was never fucking with her, and it won't be now, but it's going to be hard and fast and rough.
I turn us, putting her back to the door to hold her up.
Without taking my mouth from hers, I start tearing her clothes off. The fabric of her shirt rips and tears. I'll probably feel bad for ruining her shit later, but right now, it's standing between me and that body, and that's a motherfucking tragedy.
I think she agrees. Her breathy moans and the way she grinds against mine spurs me on, demanding I move faster, get us skin to skin right goddamn now. I do my best to give her what she demands with every impatient wriggle of her hips.
"Fuck, baby girl," I groan when we have to break apart to breathe. I bury my face in her throat, filling my lungs full of her familiar scent. She still smells so innocent. Her skin is both sweet and salty on my tongue…the best of both worlds.
"Cade, please," she pleads, attacking my neck with her teeth.
A loud growl rips from my chest when she bites me. I buck my hips and then separate from her just enough to rip her leggings down her body. The worn and faded material tears just like her shirt did, ripping along the seams. She hisses like a little kitten when I have to pull back to get them down her legs. Her panties go with them.
"Cade!" she shouts when I thrust two fingers inside her.
She's so tight, so wet…I think I might actually cry because I can't eat her out and fuck her at the same damn time. How's a man supposed to survive without doing both at once when that bare pussy demands both?
"Do you still remember what I feel like inside you, baby girl?" I ask, my voice so thick with need it's almost unrecognizable. I twist my fingers, rubbing against her G-spot and making her shout my name and buck her hips. A grin tips my lips up, satisfaction roaring through me. She was always responsive to me. All I had to do was touch her and she was ready to go off like a cannon. "You still make yourself come thinking about how I used to make you so crazy you'd beg me to slide inside this tight pussy?"
"Yes!" she screams, her inner walls clamping down around my fingers.
I don't want her coming yet. Not until I'm balls deep inside her. When she comes, I want to feel it all over my cock. It probably won't calm my ass down or make me need her any less, but it'll feel fucking magical, and that's good enough for me.
"Cade, I need to come. Please," she begs me when I slide my fingers from inside her. The pout on her lips would be adorable, but my girl hasn't had me to take care of her in seven damn years and she's hurting for it.
I intend to fix it for her.
“You’re going to come. But you’re going to ride my fucking face like a good girl first, January,” I growl, dropping to my knees on the floor. I balance her on my shoulders, spreading her legs wider. Her pink pussy is right there at face level. So sweet. So fucking wet.
I blow across her clit.
“Cade!”
“Has anyone touched what belongs to me, January?” I ask, flicking my tongue out to bat her clit. “Do I have to fucking kill anyone for putting their hands where they don’t fucking belong, little monster?”
“N-no,” she groans. “God, no. It was always you.”