Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 72126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
He looked down at me, smiling appraisingly as he watched my breasts rise and fall with each heaving breath. I gasped as his fingertips gripped my thighs, and he parted my legs to sink between them. His soft lips hungrily dropped to my breast, raking his tongue across my taut nipple. I could hear my uneven breaths echoing through the room as his hand slowly slid between my legs.
He ran his thumb along the edge of my lace panties, teasing me, touching just around where I wanted him most. He took his time caressing me while his other hand cupped my breast, the rough, calloused pad of his finger stroking me. He teased me for a moment—just long enough to have me writhing for him, then his hands dropped to the waistband of my lace panties.
He gently tugged them down with agonizingly slow movements. He knew what he was doing. My impatience was growing by the second, and he was reveling in it. My hands wound in his hair as I pulled his mouth closer to me, exulting in the lavish attention he was giving my breasts.
The storm of intense sensations flooding through me was almost too much. I could feel the smooth fabric of the lace slipping over my skin as my panties finally reached my ankles. I could feel his warm breath as he began to shower my abdomen and thighs with tantalizing kisses.
My body began to tingle in anticipation as the bristles of his beard brushed against my center. My hands clamped down on the cushions as I felt his tongue sweep against me. He swirled it around me, and he began to suck gently on my already sensitive flesh. My head flew back in pleasure as one long finger slid slowly inside me, testing my readiness for him.
I began to writhe beneath him as he continued to tease me with his mouth and fingers. My hands drifted to his head, my fingers tangling in his hair as I panted, “Oh God,” over and over.
I was close, so close, to finding my release when he lifted off me and took a condom from his jeans pocket. I waited impatiently as he rolled it down his long, thick shaft, and I’d barely had time to catch my breath when he was back on top of me, centering himself between my legs.
I smiled with satisfaction as the tip of his cock brushed against me, sending lust-filled chills down my spine. Our naked bodies pressed against each other, his hot skin against mine. I’d wanted him for so long, and the moment had finally come.
I opened my legs wider as he slowly slid inside me, filling me completely. My breath caught in my throat as he pulled back and entered me again, hard and steady. Instinctively, I arched into him as he drove deeper and gasped as his cock rubbed against me. I couldn’t keep my nails from clawing into his back.
My body had never felt such unabated pleasure. Sutton was everything I’d dreamed about and more. His mouth once again found mine as he thrust forward over and over, claiming what was his. Waves of ecstasy crashed over me until the dam finally broke, and my body was flooded with the all-consuming rush of my climax.
He continued to drive into me, deeper and deeper, until he found his own release. His fingers dug into my hips as he held me in place with a sated groan. After a few deep breaths, Sutton withdrew, tossed the condom in the trash, then dropped on the couch next to me.
As I laid there next to him, I got the strangest sensation. It was like all the broken pieces inside me started fitting back together. I felt safe, but more than that—I was starting to feel like me again. And a big part of that was because of him. He gave me the strength to open up and take a chance. I knew then it was time to start letting go of the past and start living the life I’d always wanted.
I was lying there enjoying the high of my orgasm when I was quickly lifted off the sofa and into Sutton’s arms. As he started down the hall, I asked, “What are you doing?”
“You might be done, but baby, I’m just getting started.”
He smirked as he carried me into the bedroom.
He stayed true to his word.
We spent the entire night making love again and again and again. By morning, I was barely able to keep my eyes open. I curled up next to Sutton and listened to the peaceful rhythm of his breathing. I was just about to drift off to sleep when I felt the tips of his fingers brush against one of my scars.
“What happened here?”
His voice was low and careful, like he already knew it wasn’t a story he’d want to hear, but it was something he needed to ask. I swallowed hard, hoping to push back the lump that had suddenly formed in my throat.