Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 126589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 633(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Up, over the sloping, hard muscles of his shoulders, drifting over his throat, until she found his jaw. That magnificent, stubbled, stubborn jaw…her palms exulted in the erotic scrape of those prickly bristles against her palm. Her nipples tightened into aching hard coals as she imagined how this would feel against those sensitive tips.
The burn of it, the tingle…
Her lips parted and her head fell back and—emboldened by the surrender implicit in her action—Gideon’s tongue plundered the bounty she relinquished so willingly to him.
His kiss was harder now, ruthless, ravaging, and Beth loved every moment of it. She wanted more, harder, deeper.
Gideon complied. Gave her everything she demanded and more. His embrace had morphed from tender and sweet into something much more primal and Beth couldn’t get enough of it.
Her hands were tangled up in his hair by now, she knew her tight grip had to hurt, but he didn’t seem to mind. His fingers on her thigh had crept around to her butt and he’d grabbed hold of a palmful of flesh, fingers digging in painfully. He would leave bruises. She didn’t care.
She dragged her mouth from his—panting—and they stared at each other for a blazing hot second. His chest was heaving…but then, so was hers.
His eyes asked, hers answered, and without saying a word, she released his hair to push her dress straps down and shrug out of them with indecent haste. He stepped back to give her room to maneuver.
He was hard, easy to spot in those ridiculously revealing pants, and her eyes remained glued to the tented front of the light gray cotton fleece while she worked at divesting herself of her clothing. For a moment she held the dress clamped beneath her armpits, before releasing the fabric and allowing it to slide down her chest. The blush pink silk chiffon dress snagged on her pointed, hard nipples for a hot second and his breath caught and released when the slip of fabric—lighter than a sigh—floated all the way down, revealing her braless breasts to his scorching gaze.
“Christ, Beth”—Beth?—“you’re so fucking gorgeous.”
“No t-talking,” she commanded him, and his glowing eyes came up to meet hers. “We fuh-fuck things up when we talk, remember?”
He grinned and hooked an arm around her waist to tug her against his chest.
“Want me to suck these pretty little titties?” he asked wickedly, and Beth groaned at the question, pressing her thighs together in anticipation.
“D-definitely, yes puh-please.” She was too preoccupied to be self-conscious about her stutter. They were both too diverted by the inferno that had flared up between them to care about anything else right now.
He pushed, pulled, prodded her toward the massive couch in the middle of his open plan living room and sat down before dragging her down to straddle his lap.
Beth was too far gone with lust to even care that she was wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy pink cotton panties. Her knees pressed into the couch on either side of his hard hips. He was so big and muscular that her thighs were spread almost obscenely wide to accommodate him…and his hard, insistently throbbing penis had found a snug haven against the cleft of her damp femininity.
The position placed her chest level with his face, and he stared at her upthrust nipples in satisfaction before doing exactly what she had fantasized about and scraping his stubble over one of the aching peaks.
She writhed in anguished delight, and the movement resulted in her clit riding up the ridge of his cock. He groaned, the sound almost pained, but he said nothing. Instead, he went to work at her breasts. Nibbling and suckling at her engorged nipples like he was starving and they were the finest cherries.
Beth couldn’t control her movements, grinding her pussy up against his hardness with every tug of his mouth.
“Harder,” she urged, and he happily complied. Adding the scrape of his teeth into the mix and startling a high-pitched squeal out of her.
He lifted his mouth from her breasts, his hooded eyes looked drowsy, his lips red and swollen.
“Too much?” he asked, and she made a protesting sound.
“No, don’t stop.” Her voice broke on the pleas and her hands went to his head to push his mouth back down to her chest.
He chuckled, the sound rusty, and he went back to work. Her fingers remained entangled in his silky hair and her head fell back, while her back arched in an effort to get her chest even closer to his ravaging mouth.
Somehow, as a result of her wild writhing, the waistband of his trousers had slid down to reveal the top half of his big, thick cock and Beth gradually became aware of the fact that her panties had slid aside and she was rubbing her naked, sensitive flesh against his bareness.
“Hold on,” she whispered, and he lifted his head, his eyes glazed. “I want more.”