Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 412(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 275(@300wpm)
Heart thudding in his chest, he dragged his knuckle down the side of her face. The swell of her breasts tempted him from where he stood over her, looking at how the material cupped them.
One side of her mouth tipped up as she reached for button number two. Suddenly his double-breasted shirt with its notched collar was too tight. He’d rolled up the buttoned cuffs when he’d gotten home, prior to finding this delicious offering in his boxing room. The hair on his arms stood on end as energy pulsed through him, a type only Rosamunde could create.
He licked his lips and waited for her to make the decision. He wouldn’t say one way or the other.
Rosamunde took a deep breath, the material already tenting out because of his erection, and nibbled on her lower lip. God, he wanted her on her knees, those plump lips spread around his shaft.
Bryn swallowed his moan as her fingers brushed against his skin as she worked free the last button. The front flap dropped and his cock sprang out, nearly hitting her in the face.
She groaned, bit her lower lip and reached out to touch him, all without asking permission.
Not that he’d stop her.
Holy shit. The caress of her soft skin against him had him hardening further. It was his turn to moan and groan. His hips thrust forward with a mind of their own.
When he didn’t think he could take any more of the light, teasing touches, Rosamunde leaned forward and took the entire head of his cock in her mouth.
Fuck him.
Chapter Twenty-One
Hard. Warm. Addicting.
A low hum of pleasure rolled from her as Rosamunde tasted Bryn. A slightly musky yet masculine flavor.
She clenched her core as desire washed through her. Unchecked. Powerful. Desperate.
Rosamunde couldn’t say what had possessed her to take him into her mouth like this. Only thing she was confident in was her desire to give him the pleasure he’d given her. She wanted to know what his taste was, experience the heavy weight of his cock on her tongue.
I want to make him lose control like he does to me.
Swiping her tongue along the head of his cock, she flicked her gaze up to find his locked on her. The blue deep and swirling with untold emotions. Ones she wasn’t even sure she was ready to dive into, or think about what they meant.
Rosamunde inched closer to the edge of her current seat and sucked him in deeper, eyes drifting closed with pleasure. Unknown territory for her but she didn’t care, right now she was moving on instinct.
She sucked him deep, needing to feel him within her any way she could get him. Sweeping around his shaft with her tongue, she allowed herself to learn him, which spots earned moans, which ones curses.
Releasing him with a moan, she opened her eyes once more and waited, heart pounding hard against her chest.
“If I were a better man, lioness, I would tell you to stop. Tell you that it’s not necessary for you to do this.”
She waited and he threaded his fingers through her hair, gently at first, then adding a bit of a bite to his movement through her strands. She rolled her lower lip in her mouth and waited, wanting him back between her lips.
“I’m not going to do that. I’ve had dreams of you doing this.” He tipped his head to the side. “Of course, in some of them, you’re naked and on your knees. Or in nothing but a goddamn corset pushing your full breasts up to me like a fucking offering.” He tightened his hand, scraping blunt nails along her scalp. The twinges he elicited within her were shocking.
His blunt words hummed pleasure inside her, and her thighs slickened as her sex softened with craving and preparation.
With a soft smile, aimed more at herself than anything, she swallowed him deep once more. Soft yet hard, silk on steel. Bending forward, she took more and more until the fat head nudged the back of her throat.
Holding tight there, she moaned around his thickness, stretching her and making her eyes water before backing up slowly, allowing his shaft to withdraw. His hitching breath, poured power into her.
I’m doing that to him. I’m making him lose control.
And she was. The small pop when his erection escaped her mouth made her reach out and curve her hand around him, near the base. His darker skin vividly different from her pale.
She pumped her hand, now slickened by her saliva, again, slow, learning him. His reactions. Every second she touched him, the deeper her own need became. She glanced up, watching the cords in his neck stick out as he nearly vibrated with his effort to remain still.
Rosamunde didn’t doubt he could overpower her in a second and take control of the situation. He could have his length inside her however he wanted. But he strained to hold himself in check.