Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 131916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131916 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 660(@200wpm)___ 528(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
I took him like I was made to do it. Like I might do it forever.
Pleasure him the way he’d pleasured me. Like the two of us could go on for an eternity.
“Nothing has ever felt better than this sweet, dirty mouth.”
His praise elicited a whimper, and I couldn’t help but look up to his face. His eyes were a storm at midnight, a howling of wind and rain and greed.
Desire tumbled in my belly, rolling through me in a wave of lust. I writhed, pressing my thighs together in search of friction. Energy swirled and grew each time he stroked into my mouth.
Shimmery and overwhelming.
Emotions I couldn’t comprehend flashed across the beautiful edges of his face as I stared up at him. Emotions that gusted and crushed. As if maybe he might feel a fraction of what he made me feel.
Needing to show him, I gripped him by the base of his cock and took over. Drawing him deep into my throat, swallowing around him as I stroked what I couldn’t take of him with my hands.
I could feel the pleasure blaze in him. The way every muscle in his body was flexed and bowed, coiled and ready to be set off.
“Fuck, Charleigh, what are you doing to me? This mouth, baby, this mouth.”
I garbled a sound, needing him to know that I felt it, too. That he was wrecking me just by showing me that I could do this. That I wanted this. That I deserved this.
His hands tightened in my hair and he growled, “I’m gonna come in this sweet mouth.”
He jutted and rocked before he split. Coming apart, twitching and jerking as he poured down my throat.
I took it all, swallowing him down as he roared my name. Clutching me tight as he came and came.
He slowed, wheezing for breath as he pulled out, and one second later he was on his knees, too. My face in his powerful hands as he muttered, “Yeah, Little Runner, seems you’re here to wreck me.”
THIRTY-SIX
RIVER
I was on my knees staring at this girl, unable to process the way she had me tied.
Trying to process the way my chest was stretched tight to the point of pain. That numbed, frozen place inside me sparking to life. The place I could never let her go.
I had the anguished sense that she might be able to carve herself out a place there, anyway. That she might already be infiltrating it.
My teeth grated as I tried to hold back the surge of emotions that wanted to rush.
This woman who shouldn’t be more than a fuck who’d swept into my life and threatened to change everything.
“You good?” I asked because the last thing I wanted to do was cause her more distress.
She nodded against my hands, still gasping for breath, though one side of her swollen lips quirked. “I don’t remember a time in my life that I’ve felt this good.”
Satisfaction burned through my insides. “Plenty more where that came from.”
A hint of that shyness flushed her cheeks, but she glowed beneath it.
Fuck, how badly I wanted to carry her to my bed and sink deep inside her, but I knew I needed to be careful with her. Careful that I didn’t push her too far or too fast.
So, I wrapped my arms around her and pushed to my feet, taking her with me. Her naked flesh burned into mine as I brought her flush to my chest.
She curled her arms around my neck.
Her legs were dangling, and she gave me a soft, sultry giggle that reverberated through the middle of me as I hugged her close. “Don’t think I remember a time in my life when I’ve felt this good, either,” I rumbled at her temple.
She sighed and hung on.
“I’m going to put you on your feet and you’re going to get dressed, then I’m going to take you back to your room and pretend like it doesn’t kill me thinking about doing it, but I don’t think you’re ready for what I have in store for you yet.”
Maybe it was me who needed a fucking minute to get my head on straight. To remember what this had to be. To stop the things that Otto had suggested earlier tonight from invading. Things about making this legit and finding joy for ourselves.
But even if I went clean, I could never undo what I’d already done.
So, I reluctantly placed Charleigh on her feet. Feet that wobbled a bit, her knees weak.
No doubt, she needed a minute, too.
I leaned down to snatch my jeans and underwear from the floor, watching her the whole time as I shoved my feet into them. She peeked over at me as she bent to gather her clothes from the floor.
She’d shifted so she could grab them, and it gave me a bare glimpse of her back.