Total pages in book: 192
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 189782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 949(@200wpm)___ 759(@250wpm)___ 633(@300wpm)
Her lips open against mine, soft and pliant, but the tension in her posture remains.
“Breathe in. And out.” With my mouth against hers, I breathe with her, for her, ordering her lungs over and over again until she matches my rhythm.
“It’s going to be okay,” I whisper between kisses and breaths.
“How? How will it be okay?”
“Don’t know yet, but I’m working on it. Need you to trust me.”
She clings to my neck, her fingers stabbing my back, her nerves fraying and breaking. Tears swell in her eyes, the bitter tang of her fear piercing the air.
My heart panics at the sight of her in pain. The chance this might escalate into a full-blown panic attack tears at me.
Emotions bubble up in her chest, pushing against the back of her throat, choking her. She wheezes, clawing at my neck.
“No, no, stay with me.” I kiss her again, deeper this time, hungrier, more demanding.
Her inhale untangles. Her exhale detaches from her airway, and slowly, she begins to breathe, to respond, her lips moving against mine.
A moment later, she melts into me, parting her mouth with a sigh that I consume and conquer.
I’m no longer kissing her to console her. My tongue thrusts in a rhythm that heats and seduces. But I don’t know who’s seducing whom.
Straddling my hips, she gently rocks on my lap. Her hands grip my face. And her mouth. Her gorgeous fucking mouth eats at mine.
My cock stiffens, pushing at my zipper, and her nipple pearls under the heat of my palm.
No bra.
As she thaws beneath my caresses and moans against my lips, a thousand dirty fantasies flash through my mind. A lifetime of sinful things I want to do to her. But we have more than just one night.
We have forever, and even that won’t be enough time with her.
“Arms up.” I lift her dress, pulling it over her head and off.
The sight of her naked form, all that snowy white flesh, wrenches a groan from my throat. I reach for her, desperate to map every flawless inch with my mouth and hands.
She reaches for me at the same time, stripping my shirt and opening my jeans. I shift, rolling us to the bed in a tangle of tongues and limbs.
Lying beneath me, she trails a fingernail down the center of my chest to the scar on my abs. I take her hand and kiss the pads of her fingers. No plastic claws or razor-sharp tips on my girl. Instead, she wears callouses, tiny scars, and patches of healed frostbite like badges of her survival in the harshest winter.
She isn’t shaped like the women in the bar. My redhead vixen is smaller than every person here with tits that barely fill my mouth. But where she lacks in size, she more than makes up for in grit and ferocity.
I love her madly, immeasurably, incomprehensibly, beyond the point of pain.
Setting my mouth in the dip of her quivering tummy, I cage her in, one hand beside her head and the other next to her waist. Then I lick the succulent pathways of her beautiful body.
No words pass between us. No dirty talk. No soulful declarations. Just eye contact. That’s all we need as I wander in the gentle hollows and shadowy valleys of her soft skin, my teeth nipping, my lips worshiping.
When I reach the white lace between her legs, I yank it up like a string through her folds, exposing flesh that feels like lips against my tongue.
The fabric grows wet, from my mouth, from her cunt. With one hard yank, I rip away her underwear, tossing the ruined scraps.
Settling in, I don’t just lick her. I feast on her, messy and loud, releasing a vibration of groans that tells her she has the most delicious pussy in existence.
“I’m so close.” She shudders and writhes against my face. “Don’t stop.”
That’s exactly what I do. I pull back and climb up her body, pushing down my jeans as I go.
“Wha—?” She pants, eyes wild. “What are you doing?”
“You’re coming with me.” My cock jerks against her inner thigh, dripping with anticipation. “Together.”
I want to fuck her into oblivion, mark her with my bites on her neck for all the world to see.
But not tonight.
Tonight, she needs solace, succor, and languorous love-making.
“Okay.” She palms my ass and squeezes my hips with her thighs. “Together.”
“Open for me.” I position myself at her entrance, my legs shaking with restraint. “Take as much as you can.”
I push in, just the tip, and she clenches so hard I’m locked in purgatory.
“Fuck.” I grunt, trying to go deeper. “Let me slide it in, Frankie. Let me in.”
She whimpers and widens her legs. “You guys and your oversized dicks.”
I ease out and slowly, gently work myself in, stroking with short, shallow thrusts until I bottom out with a guttural grunt.