Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 451(@200wpm)___ 361(@250wpm)___ 301(@300wpm)
His palms gently press against my knees, spreading them as his lips drift closer to the part of me that throbs insistently for him. He nips and licks his way to the apex of my thighs. That’s all it takes for my breath to get wedged at the back of my throat as his gaze drops to my core. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more on display or vulnerable than I do in this moment.
Never has a man stared at me quite so openly. In the past, when I’ve had sex, the lights have been turned off, plunging the room into darkness.
This…
Couldn’t be more of a different experience.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs before pressing his lips to the plump flesh of my mound.
Air escapes from my lungs in an agonizing rush until it feels like there’s nothing left.
“I’ve always wondered what you’d taste like.” He slants a look up at me before running the flat of his tongue along my slit. “Delicious.”
That’s all it takes for a wave of pleasure to crash over me as a groan is ripped from my lungs. As much as I’d like to keep it trapped inside, that’s not possible. I brace my palms on the cool tile and lean back, allowing him greater access as he presses closer and nibbles at my clit.
“Totally addictive,” he growls against me before spearing his tongue deep inside my softness.
The velvety stroke of him is enough to have every wall I’ve ever tried to hold firmly in place between us come tumbling down in an avalanche of sensation. I don’t realize that I’ve widened my legs until both of his palms settle on my inner thighs, forcing them even further apart until I’m spread impossibly wide.
Until he can see every delicate inch.
And I don’t care.
How could I possibly when there is so much need building deep within my core?
Every time he swipes at my clit, sucking it gently into his mouth, it feels like I’m dancing along the precipice. Any moment, I’ll fall over the edge and crash to my death. My body unconsciously strains closer as he retreats, turning his attention elsewhere. I want to scream with the pent-up desire that rushes through me.
Every once in a while, he turns his face and scrapes his teeth against the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. His warm breath drifts across me, intensifying the growing ache within.
In all of my twenty-two years, I’ve never experienced desire like this.
When he does it a handful of times more, I realize he’s toying with me.
Deliberately setting fires only to let them smolder.
As much as I want to squeeze my eyelids closed and revel in the delicious sensation coursing through me, my gaze remains fixated on him. The image of Ryder’s blond head between my spread thighs is so damn sexy.
Mesmerizing.
And the way he strokes me with his lips, teeth, and tongue…
It’s deliciously maddening.
Two of my previous boyfriends went down on me, but it felt nothing like this. It’s almost like they weren’t even doing the same thing.
He continues to lick at my clit, stroking it gently with his tongue. The stubble covering his chiseled cheeks and jaw scrapes against my delicate flesh, only adding to the tempest that whips through me.
“You’re teasing,” I finally say on a groan.
He flicks heavy-lidded eyes up at me.
He pulls away just enough to admit, “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
A tortured moan escapes from me as I arch, pressing closer, attempting to seek out more pleasure.
“Why?”
With a turn of his head, he sinks his teeth into my flesh again. “A better question would be—why not?”
Another wave of need crashes over me.
“What is it that you want, Juliette?” He spears his tongue deep inside my body. The velvety stroke makes my insides clench. “To come?”
“Yes.” I’m so worked up that I can barely force out the response.
“Then beg for it.”
My teeth scrape against my lower lip. As much as I don’t want to, I can’t stop the guttural word from tumbling free. “Please.”
“Please what?” He takes another leisurely lap of my softness. “What do you want?”
“To come.”
“How?”
Frustration spirals through me as a response explodes from my lips. “I want you to lick my pussy.”
“All you had to do was ask, baby girl,” he says with a growl.
I don’t know if it’s the endearment or the way he zeros in on my clit, but I splinter apart beneath his talented lips, arching into his touch, seeking out more of what only he can give me. My cries echo off the high ceiling and walls before ringing in my ears.
In that moment, I don’t give a damn who hears me.
I wouldn’t care if the stands were packed full of spectators watching us.
All I’m cognizant of is the sensation rolling through my body and the pleasure that has sparked to life in my nerve endings. It’s almost too much euphoria to be contained within the confines of my skin.