Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 64885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64885 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“Fuck, angel,” he growled when I dragged my teeth lightly along his shaft. The more time I spent with Gareth like this, the more I learned what he enjoyed, what I enjoyed. I gained confidence I never knew I could possess and felt like a damn goddess on my knees before him.
I upped my pace, alternating sucking his thick head and stroking along his shaft until I felt his muscles clench where my hand gripped his thigh.
“Angel,” he growled. “I’m going to come.”
I pulled away, looking up at him as I kept up my stroking. “Where do you want to come?” I asked, my voice a husky sort of bold I’d never heard before.
“What?” he groaned.
“You want to come in my mouth? On my face? Somewhere else?” I squeezed him tighter, loving the dark flash of desire in his eyes.
“How are such dirty things coming out of that sweet mouth?” he asked, eyes churning.
I grinned, flicking my tongue over him again. “Daisy’s books,” I said.
He smirked, the moment between us charged. He reached down, taking over where my hand had been. “Open your mouth,” he demanded.
I did.
He pumped into my mouth again, and I licked his cock, tasting the salty bead of pre-come there and swallowing it down, adrenaline racing through my veins at the unknown. Gareth knew me, knew everything I did with him was a first, and I’d never felt more taken care of than in his hands. If there was anyone to learn with, it was him.
“Fuck,” he groaned when I sucked him as he thrust into my mouth again. He quickly pulled out, guiding his cock over my breasts, coming on them in a hot stream.
I gasped, the sensation surprising as I watched him lose himself on me.
It was so damn sexy, watching this powerful man come undone because of me.
He breathed deeply, using his free hand to swipe his thumb over my lips as he looked down at me. He reached for me, urging me to stand up, eyes trailing over his work.
“Fuck, Serenity,” he growled, eyes blazing. “You look good wearing all my marks, don’t you?”
I grinned, proud to wear any mark he gave me. I had a few red patches of skin from his mouth still lingering on my body from yesterday, one on each thigh for sure. And I loved them, not only because they felt so good when he gave them to me, but because he chose me to give them to.
“Let me clean you up, wife,” he said, and the endearment soared through me. I was spinning, unable to not arch into his touch as he tugged me farther into the stream of warm water and soaped up every inch of my skin.
He lingered over my breasts, giving them loving attention until I felt like I would combust. He took his time, massaging my muscles as he washed me, planting kisses along every spot until I was thoroughly clean and rinsed.
“My turn,” he said once he was done, shutting off the water and leading me out of the shower. He wrapped me in a towel, drying me off, and when I moved toward the bedroom, he hauled me back against him in the bathroom. “No, in here,” he said, turning me to face the mirror.
I swallowed hard, anticipation crackling in my veins at the sight of him towering behind me, all bare and glorious looking. I looked tiny compared to him, even though I had supple curves that no amount of dieting my father enforced could get rid of. Curves I’d loved all my life because they’d been the one rebellious part of me that had been strong enough to defy my father when I couldn’t.
And now I loved them because Gareth made a point to worship them every night.
“I want you to watch me unravel you, angel,” he said, kissing down my neck as his hands roamed over my breasts.
Heat seared beneath my skin at the sight, at the way his large hands touched me so possessively. My heart raced, but I didn’t dare tear my eyes away.
Gareth pinched my nipples, plucking them until they were rosy for him, and I gasped, pleasure building as he continued to kiss and touch everywhere he could reach.
An ache built between my thighs, and I shifted back against him, shock snapping through me when I felt his cock hard and ready behind me. He’d taken his time in the shower cleaning me, but damn.
His hand dipped between my thighs, and I tracked the move, whimpering when he stroked through my heat. I reached out, gripping the counter for support as he teased my throbbing clit, working me up so tight I felt like I’d snap.
“Gareth,” I sighed his name.
“Eyes on me,” he said, and I snapped mine up, looking at him in the mirror. God, he was gorgeous, pupils damn near blown out as he had his way with me. “You want to come, angel?”