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)
I figured as much, but I had to hear her say it. Maybe that makes me a dick. I don’t know. Right now, I don’t fucking care.
"It's always been you too," I rasp, claiming her cunt with my mouth. I seal my lips over her sweet slit and suck her like she’s my lifeblood. Because she fucking is. She’s the only thing that’s ever kept me breathing.
My eyes threaten to roll back in my head at having her taste on my tongue once more. It's even better than I remember. She tastes like she smells…like sugar and sin.
"Cade!" she screams again, her voice echoing in the quiet room as I thrust my tongue into her tight hole and fuck her with it. She tastes like heaven and sin wrapped into one delicious package.
Her hands find purchase in my hair, yanking at the roots as she rides out the pleasure. I let out a satisfied grunt around her clit, lavishing it with attention.
I lick and suck at her until she's quivering on me. Her pussy is pulsing and squeezing my tongue as if trying to pull me deeper. Her nails dig into my scalp, trying to hold on while I send wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her.
"I... Oh God... Cade!" she gasps, bouncing against my face as I continue to tease and torture her. Her legs start to shake uncontrollably as she nears that edge.
I drive two fingers into her cunt while still assaulting her clit with my tongue. That's all it takes—just one more thrust and a flick of my tongue and she’s drenching my face.
I roar against her pussy, drinking down every fucking drop. My free hand drops to my pants, ripping at the button.
I nearly sob with relief as I rip the zipper down and shimmy my jeans off my hips. My gun falls to the floor with a thunk, reminding me that it's there. I'm so lost in her I forgot all about it.
I drag her down into my arms, wrapping her legs around my hips again. Fucking desperate to get inside her.
My cock bumps her clit and I forget all about the gun. I forget about everything but her and how perfect she is with her head thrown back against the door and my name on her lips. They're swollen from my kisses and her cheeks are flushed. Those bright emerald eyes are dilated with lust as she stares at me, silently commanding me to get my shit together and get in her.
My body is hers to command.
"Hold on tight," I warn her, running my cock through her juices. Christ, she's soaked for me. I bet when she comes this time, she's going to drip down my balls.
Her nails dig into my shoulder blades as I line myself up with her pussy.
"I'm not going to last," I mumble. My balls are already drawn up and aching for release just from sliding through her sticky juices. There's no way I'm going to last once she's wrapped around me, squeezing me tight. "It's been seven years. I'm not going to last. Fuck. I'll make it up to you."
Before she can say anything, I thrust into her, not stopping until I'm balls deep.
"Cade!" she screams, her voice so loud it echoes around the room.
Heaven. I've died and gone to heaven. Jesus did me a solid and opened the Pearly Gates. I don't know why—maybe he mixed me up with some other motherfucker—but I'm in heaven. There's no way this kind of paradise exists on earth.
"Fuck, little monster," I groan, just holding her on my cock because I literally cannot move. If I do, I'm going to die for real, and that'd be a goddamn tragedy too. I can't die yet. She hasn't even come on my cock. "Thought I remembered how good you felt with that pussy wrapped around my cock. Dreamed about it every night for years, but I was wrong. This is so much better. Fuck, January."
"Cade," she moans. "You feel so good. Oh God. Please. I need you."
"You have me, baby girl. You've always had me." I press my forehead to hers, trying to keep it together and keep from coming right here and now. Trying not to cry because this is perfection. I don't deserve it, but it's perfect and she's mine and somehow, I'm going to find a way to keep her. "Missed you so goddamn much."
"I missed–" She breaks off with a loud groan when I lift her off me and then drop her back down. Her nails dig deeper into my back.
I hope they mark me deep enough to scar. I want a reminder of this moment embedded in my skin so when I look in the mirror, I see her.
Hell, I already see her when I look in the mirror. I had her etched into my skin years ago. Every year, I etch her deeper. I'm covered in her, memories of her screaming at me in ink and color from tattoo after tattoo. One for every birthday I missed. Another for every anniversary I wasn't by her side.