Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
I placed my palms on her calves and glided them up her legs and stomach to span her rib cage, stopping when my thumbs were at the underside of her breasts. My cut had fallen open, putting her big tits on display. I licked my lips before bending low and wrapping them around one of the taut buds, using my tongue to flick the little barbell attached to it. I cupped both globes, holding them firmly while I played. “Fucking love these,” I grunted as I switched to the opposite breast.
“Kye,” Dahlia said, her tone pleading as she arched her back, pressing the mound deeper into my mouth. “I need you in me.”
“You beg so pretty, baby,” I crooned before placing a kiss on each peak. “I want to hear more, but if I don’t get inside you soon, I’m gonna lose my mind.”
“Yes. Inside me, now.” I pulled back, scowling at her demanding tone.
“Who do you belong to, Dahlia?”
“You,” she sighed, frustration coloring her tone.
“Fucking right. And that means I’m in charge. Gonna take this pussy any way I want, when I want, understood?”
Her piercing green orbs flashed with raw desire, and I swallowed a grin. I’d quickly learned that my baby liked it when I took control. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Good girl.”
I guided her legs up to wrap around my waist and moved into position, notching the tip of my dick in her opening. “Fucking soaked,” I rasped as her juices coated the fat head of my cock. Come spurted out, mixing our essences, and it snapped my remaining control. Punching my fists into the mattress for leverage, I slammed home, burying myself balls deep inside her. “Fuck!” I shouted as her pussy clamped tight around my pulsing shaft. I was a big guy with a long, thick cock, but despite our size difference, Dahlia took me like she was made for me. Her walls were snug as hell, and it made it difficult to last, especially when they rippled with pleasure.
“Mouth,” I demanded as I began to move inside her. She raised her head, and I captured her lips in a hungry, soul-deep kiss. Her pussy was snug, and I had to drag my dick out before shoving it back in. I broke away from her mouth so we could catch our breath.
“Harder, Kye,” Dahlia moaned. “Please.”
“You want me to fuck you, baby?” I growled as I dragged my dick along her walls.
“Yes! Fuck me!”
I reached above her and grasped the headboard for support before thrusting hard and deep.
“Yes!” she cried.
My hips pistoned back and forth, gaining speed until I was rutting between her thighs, taking her with primal instincts, intent on branding her inside and out.
“Fuck, baby,” I muttered. “Could live in this pussy. Oh, fuck yeah. Squeeze me, baby. Fuck! Oh fuck!”
“Yes! Oh, Kye! Yes!”
Dahlia clung to my torso, but as she neared her climax, she cupped her tits, and I groaned, “Yeah, baby. Play with those tits. Fuck!”
She plucked her nipples, then rubbed her tits against my chest so that the piercings scraped over my skin. Her channel gripped me like a vise, and her eyes rolled back in her head. I knew she was about to come, so I leaned down and covered her mouth with my own.
Her body went taut, then she broke apart as I swallowed her screams of ecstasy.
The feel of her climax rippling in her pussy pushed me over the edge. I threw back my head and roared as my orgasm barreled into me with the force of a fucking freight train.
When I was empty and the adrenaline began to ebb, I rolled to my side, taking Dahlia with me so she was sprawled over my body. I kissed her bare shoulder before burying my face in her red curls.
I was fucking addicted to this woman. And there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do to keep her.
9
DAHLIA
Waking up with Fox’s arms wrapped around me was one of my favorite perks of being with him. Behind the orgasms, of course.
I loved the quiet moments in the morning when there weren’t any distractions. Just the two of us and the start of a new day. “You know what I just realized?”
“What, baby?” he asked, brushing a kiss against my neck.
“I was never a morning person until you.” I turned in his embrace to smile up at him. “I used to need a couple of cups of coffee before I was ready to face the world or else I’d be all grumpy and shit.”
He cupped my cheeks with his large, calloused palms. “I can’t picture you being grouchy as fuck, but I kinda want to see it. I bet you’re gorgeous as hell with a frown on your beautiful face and your pretty green eyes sleepy.”
Butterflies swirled in my belly at his compliment. “Aw, that’s sweet, but trust me when I say you don’t want to meet cranky Dahlia. She’s no fun at all.”