Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107667 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
I can’t even process what he’s saying. A frustrated moan leaves his lips, and he pushes my knees out with his elbows. I come down on his mouth with a small scream of surprise. He has me, though; his hands are at my waist as he sucks my pussy wholly into his mouth. I cry out, falling forward onto my palms, which brings on a whole new rush of pleasure. His licks are eager, powerful, and have my thighs trembling as I fight to breathe. His tongue moves from my entrance to my clit, back and forth, and my mind is flooded with hunger. I start to rock against him, slowly because I don’t want to suffocate him.
But this dude has a death wish.
“Yes, baby. Ride my mouth. Do what your body wants. I want it—I need it,” he demands, his fingers biting into my hips and forcing me against his mouth faster. Soon, I’m so lost, I don’t need the guidance. I ride his mouth fast as I groan and cry. I squeeze his cheeks with my thighs as I dance along the edge of my orgasm, and soon, I can’t even think. I fuck his mouth with no gentleness, no thought, and nothing holding me back. I grind my pussy against his mouth, his nose hitting me right where I want, and I go faster, needing my release. He spreads my ass cheeks apart, French-kissing my pussy, and everything just explodes.
The world.
My mind.
My soul.
I scream his name, my thighs tightening around his face as I jerk and feel as if I might pass out.
Beneath me, Dart chuckles against my hot center like he didn’t almost die.
He then takes me by my thighs, and my back hits the hardwood before he’s over me. He licks up my body, swirling his tongue over my nipples and drawing the most unthinkable noises from me. When he enters me, he stretches me, and I tangle my legs with his, my toes pressing into his calves as his hips dig into my thighs. His thrusts are demanding, thick, and filling. I arch into him when he sucks my nipples, licking and biting as he continues to thrust into me. He drags his teeth along my collarbone, up my neck, and then bites my chin. “I can’t hold off long, my greedy girl,” he says against my lips, his voice so rough I almost come undone. “Watching you riding my mouth, those thighs squeezing my face… Fuck me, baby doll, I’m surprised I made it this long.”
Each word is a thrust, and I love it.
When he comes, he comes hard, slamming into me to the hilt, and I cry out, loving every bit of the depth. He drops his face to the middle of my chest, gasping for air as I stare up at his ceiling, trying to figure out how I deprived myself of him. I run my fingers along his back, up his spine, until I take his jaw and bring him up for a long, lusty kiss. He responds instantly, and everything inside me is so damn giddy. I kiss his bottom lip, the bridge of his nose, before I say, “I wonder if we’ll ever actually make it to the bed?”
His laughter is strained as he continues to fight for his next breath. “Anywhere is our bed, baby doll.”
I grin at that, his lips doing the same as my eyes drift shut. “And you say I’m the greedy one.”
“I wasn’t this greedy until I saw you moving that orange dildo in and out of this perfect pussy of yours.”
My breath catches, and my heart just explodes in my chest. I take his mouth once more, unable to get enough, and when I part from his lips, it’s not for a breath. It’s to tell him, “I love you.”
He glides his nose along mine as a smile pulls at that gorgeous mouth. “I love you.”
I’ve heard those three words from a few men, but I never believed them until now.
Until Dart.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Tennessee
Dart breathes evenly under my cheek as he makes lazy circles over my ass with his hand. I lie between his legs, my face on his chest, as The Three Musketeers plays on the TV. Only one piece of pizza sits on the coffee table, along with the beers we drank with our dinner. I had never seen this movie, and I have to say, I can tell why his mom named him after D’Artagnan. He’s an extremely strong character, but for me, not only is Chris O’Donnell hot, but he’s very brave and just wants to love.
And I’ve got the real-life version beneath me.
“I’m a little offended for Sabine to be named after a spy and a murderer.”
His chuckles tickle my ear as he grabs hold of my ass. “Yeah, but the only other option she had was D’Artagnan’s love interest, and that would have been weird.”