Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
“Want you,” he says, pulling away and reaching for the hem of his shirt.
I swat his hands away. “I get to lead this show, remember?”
He smirks. “It’s so hot when you take control.”
I’m going to choose to believe him on that.
I pull his shirt over his head and drop it to the floor. “You’re so beautiful.” My hands dance over his pecs, down his abs and back up again. His nipples are pebbled, and I pluck each one with my fingers, letting his responsive moan wash over me. “You’re like a work of art.” One of my hands slips farther south, my palm rubbing against the huge bulge beneath his shorts.
“I like it when you call me pretty. Say it again,” he teases in this way that couldn’t be more Rylan. And as much as I would have thought stuff like that annoying before I met him, all I can do is find it charming now—at least with him.
“Don’t push your luck,” I joke back.
I look up at him, expecting a smirk, some playful expression, but all I see are these big blue eyes filled with so much damn compassion, mixed with a hungry desire I’ve never felt directed at me until Rylan Pierce came into my life.
“You’re so fucking beautiful too.” He cups my face, and there’s not a doubt in my mind that he feels what he’s saying. Nothing Rylan tells me is part of a game. It’s not a man trying to get what he wants. It’s real. We’re real.
I wrap my hand around his nape, tugging Rylan down and slamming my mouth to his. This kiss is more frenzied now, desperate, as we devour each other, my hand running up and down his back, blunt nails digging in to the point where I’ll be leaving marks.
I shove my hand down the back of his shorts, feel his hot skin against my palm before dropping to my knees in front of him.
I feel like a king down here for him, something no one has ever made me feel before, as I pull his shorts and underwear down in one swift movement so his gorgeous, thick cock is right in front of me.
“You missing this dick?” he asks, holding the base and tracing my lips with his tip.
“Hell yes. I don’t know how I’m going to miss out on it to take your ass.”
He chuckles. “I promise, baby, you’ll like that too.”
My dick pulses behind my jeans as if to say, No lies detected. I nuzzle my face into his groin, take in the muskier scent there that is an incredible aphrodisiac.
I rub my face against his cock, licking at his heavy sac as I do. Being buried in Rylan’s groin is one of my favorite places to be.
“God, look at you. How did I get so lucky?” he asks, running his fingers through my hair.
“The jury is still out,” I tease, before taking him into my mouth, sucking him to the back of my throat.
Rylan hisses in pleasure, moving his hips slightly, giving me a gentle face-fucking. And as hot as it is, as much as I love having my lips stretched around his cock, it’s not all I’m hungry for tonight, so I pull off him.
“Hey. Where’s your mouth going?” he asks playfully.
“Kneel on the edge of the bed,” I tell him, pulses of electricity strumming through me at the confidence I feel in taking the lead when I’m with Rylan. This isn’t something I would want all the time, but there’s a natural high from it that goes straight to my head, one that I’m sure I’ll enjoy here and there, now until forever, because we’re totally the best couple ever.
“Fuck yes,” Rylan replies in the easygoing manner he wears so naturally.
He moves to the mattress, getting on his hands and knees there, ass at perfect level for my face.
I push to my feet, remove my shoes, pants, and underwear, then kneel behind him. “We’re good?” I ask, hands on his firm ass cheeks and spreading them open.
“Yeah, I showered right before you got here.”
I take in the sight of his tight hole, the light dusting of hair in his crack, and I swear I’m nearly salivating. I want to taste him, want my tongue inside him. Want to drive Rylan absolutely wild with lust the way he does with me.
The first lash of my tongue against his rim makes a deep groan escape his lips. It’s all the encouragement I need to bury my face in his ass, licking and probing at his hole. He tastes so fucking good, smells like sex, and I’m a fiend for it all.
I eat his ass like a starving man, and I guess in a lot of ways, I am. Rylan pushes back against me, his body begging for more. “So fucking good. Eat that hole, baby. Christ, push your tongue inside me.”