Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
My palms slid up her silky thighs, and she didn’t stop me. Her skin was so soft and delicate, but the toned muscles beneath reminded me of her strength and power.
“I need a yes, Blue.”
I stopped my fingers just short of her center and waited. She hated me. She’d just slapped me, and I was about to eat her pussy and get her to come all over my face.
I needed her consent. I was about to pull my hands away when she finally nodded and whispered, “Yes.”
Fuck me. She said yes. My mouth watered, and I wasn’t waiting a second longer to taste her. To make her mine. Yeah, fucking make her mine because if she thought I’d ever let another man get in this spot, see her open and perfect like this…
Hell no.
I’d kill them. And I’d been trained for years on how to do that.
I even knew how to make the body disappear.
I pushed her knees wider and lowered my head, used my thumbs to spread her open, and licked into her. She gasped the moment my tongue parted her sweet flesh, her knees clapping against my ears.
One sweet taste, one sugary whiff, and I was ruined. It was as if she was imprinted, embedded now in my DNA. If she thought I was a bossy, protective asshole before… now?
This pussy was M.I.N.E.
Yeah, Buck would have my dick for this if he were alive, but this moment was destined. She needed me to watch out for her. To give her the pleasure her body deserved. To pull out the true, real Indigo Buchanan and make her come. Make her writhe with passion.
To complete her.
The task made my dick pulse, spurt pre-cum in my jeans. My balls ached, and all I wanted to do was sink into her. Except my dick wasn’t in charge here. It would have to fucking wait.
Indi came first.
I wouldn’t tease her, but I’d take my time. Licking and flicking, watching her responses. Learning the amount of pressure that made her clench, the exact spots that made her gasp. Then I added my fingers to the party and circled her weeping entrance, then slid them inside. Fuck, she was tight and hot. I still watched her, looking up her perfect body, past those pert breasts and tight nipples to see her mouth open, her head thrash on her bed.
When she called out my name and clenched down on my fingers, I knew I’d found her g-spot. I curled them and flicked the left side of her swollen clit.
“There,” she breathed.
That was my girl. Fuck, yes. “That’s right. Tell me what you want.”
“Stop talking,” she snapped and used her knees to pull me back into place.
“Yes, ma’am,” I breathed, then set upon my task again.
I was going to be smothered by her pussy, but what a fucking way to go. One thing a military man was good at was taking orders.
I flicked and curled, stroked and sucked until she coiled and coiled and then exploded.
She moaned and arched her back, her pussy clenching and milking my fingers. A hot gush of arousal made her slick, my palm wet. My beard was coated.
I kissed her thigh, then worked my way up her body. I couldn’t help the smirk as I hovered over her, seeing her flushed and sated, eyes closed. Yeah, I’d made her this way.
“I’ve never come with a guy before,” she admitted.
My smile dropped. I wanted to hunt every one of those assholes down and murder them for getting their hands on Indi and treating her wrong. Leaving her hanging was a crime. I also didn’t even want to think about the fact that I’d been offered this… and I’d turned my back on it.
But I was also laced with determination. Because the only man who’d satisfied her was me. Was going to be me.
“That’s number one,” I said. “The next time you come is going to be all over my dick.”
She looked up at me then. “I want to see you. I want—” Biting her lip, she stifled the rest of her words. The flush grew brighter on her cheeks and spread down her neck. Her gaze flicked away.
Christ. She may not be a virgin, but she wasn’t exactly free with her sexuality.
I plucked that plump bottom lip from her teeth with my thumb. “You don’t have to hide from me. What you want. Tell me.” She stayed quiet, and I cupped her cheek and made her look at me. “Tell me,” I repeated.
“Gah.”
“Say it.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know. I’m not a slut, okay?”
Damn. There was that word again. I couldn’t believe I’d made her feel that way. I wanted to punch my own face.
“Slut? For telling your lover what makes you hot?”
She nodded against my palm.
“Nothing, and I mean nothing, you could ever want sexually would turn me off.” I leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. “You can be my little slut if that makes you feel better.”