Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
And when I am finally bumping into the edge of Tucker’s bed, naked, soaking, and desperate to be taken, the only thing I can manage to be bothered by is how long it’s taking him to push me down.
Crawl on me.
Inside me.
“These are the most beautiful shade of brown I’ve ever fucking seen in my life,” my boyfriend growls at the same time he delivers the faintest stroke to my nipple. His thumb rolls around in small circles while his gaze paints every shiver and shudder it conjures to mind. “I’m gonna spend the next week alone trying to figure out how to make this shade.” The instant the nub is hardened, he gives it a firm, gentle pull. “You’re gonna be spending a lot of time topless, June Bug.”
Is there supposed to be a downside to that?
Is there a woman on this planet who likes being boobie trapped?
Ha.
Good one.
Stroking transitions from one side to the other. And then back. The repeated oscillation is maddening and creates sexual mania I openly moan about as if continuing to wait for him to have me will literally kill me. To no surprise, Tucker maintains his dedicated disposition. He tugs and feathers and feathers and tugs only breaking up the torturous motions with another. Having his tongue swirl and teeth nip swiftly becomes a heavenly hell I’m not sure I’ll make it out of.
Wetness ceaselessly soaks my outer lips.
My inner thighs.
Drips a little lower and spreads towards my ass in such an embarrassing nature I can’t help but blush.
And it’s the blushing I know he wants.
The redness that he wants to see.
Taste.
Pouncing my mouth is preceded by him shedding his own clothes and as much as I want to be upset, I’m not presented with the same opportunity to admire the work of art he is, I can’t be.
Not when his mouth is traveling the length of my neck.
Especially not when his knees are nudging my thighs to opposite ends of the mattress.
It isn’t until a shiny bright condom wrapper is being wedged between his teeth to assist in the ripping action that the lecherous fog temporarily parts prompting me to ask, “Where did you get those?”
“The grocery store.”
“But like…when?”
He lets the corner of his lip curl upward in amusement as the foil piece falls to the bed. “You really wanna know when I grabbed rubbers?”
“Well…I wanna know why.”
“You should know what they’re for,” more teasing slips out. “First boyfriend but not your first time, right?”
“Okay you are not my first boyfriend.”
He sarcastically tilts his head.
“And second yeah, I’ve had sex before.”
“More than once?”
“Yes.”
“With more than one person?”
“And lastly,” I squeak in avoidance of my shameful secret, “I meant why did you get them?” Panic pierces my vocal cords at the same time my body props itself up onto my elbows. “Who were you planning on having sex with?!”
“You.” Rolling on the condom is executed in tandem with him adding, “And it wasn’t a plan. It was a hope.” All of a sudden, his dick begins diving through the scorching wetness waiting for it. “A prayer made to Fate.” The bowing of back is attached to me shutting my eyes. “A prayer I’m so glad she answered.”
“Me too,” is muttered out as my legs wind high around his frame to pull him in deeper. “Oh…” I breathlessly pant. “Oh, god.”
“Tuck will do,” he devilishly declares on a heavy heave.
My mouth drops down to deliver sass in return; however, where words should be rolling out is where his tongue is rolling in. It circles and his hips swiftly follow suit. Each pump is ferociously precise.
Purely primal.
Presented with an insatiable appetite that he refuses to abandon until he’s full.
Inhuman huffs hit the crook of my neck, heating up the already hot skin, frying every nerve-ending that’s ever been discovered and some I’m pretty sure are a medical mystery. Anxious for more…more of him…more of this…more of us…I sink my nails into his bulging biceps. Hoist my entire frame into the whirls he’s delivering. Grow dizzier and dizzier as every revolving motion adds blissful brushes to my clit. Teases my g-spot. Plays an intoxicating game of orgasm roulette during every hard rotation of our hips.
Clawing at his skin further is attached to a whimper of submission, “Too close.”
“Go over,” he commands, teeth dragging themselves up from my collarbone to nip at my chin. “Answer my other prayers, Goddess.” The purring is promptly followed by more demands. “Take my worshiping.” Tucker changes tactics. Thrusts harder. Faster. Feral yet still controlled. “Fucking show me you want it.” His shaft swells calling to the infrequent pulsations in my pussy to increase. Rapidly. “Fucking show me you want me, June.” My soaking wet muscles and lungs constrict in unison. “Fuck me like you want me to stay.” Screams of ecstasy are propelled from every inch of my soul as my pussy drowns his dick in the deepest of depths. “That’s right, baby,” he grumbles after delivering a teasing lick to the shell of my ear. “Fuck me like I’m the only one for you.”