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)
“Dart, please.” Her words are strangled and dark, and I love how they make me feel.
“Begging won’t work. Show me how badly you want me.”
“I do,” she cries, arching up as I trail my tongue along the shell of her ear, my body trembling everywhere. “Only you.”
“God, your body is my heaven,” I whisper in her ear, licking her lobe. “I want you so badly.”
“Take me. Hard.”
Fuck me.
“I will as soon as you come,” I demand, sitting up on my elbow to watch her touch herself. The slickness of her desire is all over those sweet lips, her fingers, her thighs, and my mouth goes dry at the stunning sight that is her.
“Yes, Tennessee. Rock those hips. Think of my mouth right there, me flicking my tongue along that clit of yours, the raw need I have for you. Always have. My need to taste you, devour you. Fuck, baby, yes.”
Her fingers move faster, her moans deep as her body flushes, making it real hard not to touch her. She takes her breast with her free hand as she fingers her slick center and her heels dig into the bed, and I’ve never seen anything as hot as her in my life.
“Do you know how gorgeous you are? How fucking hot you make me? I think of you constantly, Tennessee. Don’t stop. You’re almost there. I can see it. I can feel it. Aren’t you, baby? Aren’t you almost there?”
She turns her head, her teeth sinking into my shoulder, and I hiss out a breath, the pain so fucking good. That almost does me in. That almost has me taking over and being the one to bring her over the edge, but I can’t move. I want to see her come.
“Come for me, baby. Come,” I demand. “So I can go so deep into you, feel every inch of your sweet pussy. Come, Tennessee. Please. For me.”
A choked sound leaves her lips as she seizes up, her thighs squeezing together, and I can’t even think straight. She arches up, every inch of her body flushed red, and I can’t keep myself still any longer.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmur as I move over her, trailing kisses along her chest, her stomach, before I lap at her center. She squirms under me, my name falling from her lips, begging me, and as much as I want to give in, I can’t yet. I grab her wrist, taking her fingers into my mouth, wanting to taste every bit of her desire as her eyes open to meet mine. I run my tongue along her wrist, her palm, then those fingers again, her desire doing a number on my body. “Fuck, you taste so fucking good.”
“You make me crazy,” she accuses, and I kiss her palm.
“Nothing compares to how you make me feel,” I tell her before kissing her center, the jerk of her body such a reward. “I love looking at you like this.”
She takes a deep breath, her eyes dark with desire as I cover her body with mine, taking that pouty mouth. She kisses with such urgency, and I feel the same since I know I’m leaving in a matter of hours. I didn’t expect the pain that comes along with that fact. I have never thought twice about how much I travel until she came into my life. Until she became mine.
But I can’t think of that now.
I tear my mouth from hers, licking and sucking on her jaw, her neck, and collarbone. I drag my tongue between her breasts before showing love to both of her taut nipples. I need to relish her and slow this down because I don’t want it to end. As I suck her nipple into my mouth, I reach down, taking her by the back of her knee as I press my other hand into the bed, lifting myself up, pulling her nipple with my teeth as she hisses. I thought I was in control until she rubbed her slick center along my cock. I look down at her, and her lips curve just for me as she takes me by my cock and rubs it along her wetness.
“You feel that?” she asks, her eyes burning into mine. “You do this to me. You make me so wet, D’Artagnan. Always so wet. Only for you,” she murmurs, and if she hadn’t said my name, I would have forgotten it.
I’m lost in her.
She guides me to her entrance, but I catch her wrist. “Baby, I need a condom.”
She shakes her head. “No, you don’t.”
I swallow past the lump in my throat, and a sane person would think this through, but I have no sane thoughts when it comes to her. I hook her leg around my hip as I move my hand to her chin, gripping it between my thumb and forefinger. “Baby doll, take a deep breath for me.”