Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Oh, my god, he’s officially a walking deadman. “You’re crazy. Put me down, or I’m going to—Easton!” I screech when the shower turns on, and he steps into it. “You’re so dead!” I yell as the cold water hits my back. He flips me, and the second my feet hit the shower floor, I prepare for a fight. But the words never come because he fists a handful of my hair, and his mouth crashes against mine. Instant pleasure shoots to my core. Need crackles between us. That minefield of desire we’re always teetering over ignites, and the ground below us shakes. “Getting real sick of this tart tongue of yours, Cal.” He sucks my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down.
“You love my tart mouth,” I breathlessly moan, kissing him back.
He hooks a finger into the hem of his shirt and rips it off me. His sweatpants are next. Then he pushes me up against the shower wall and drops to his knees. “What I love more is your wet pussy.” He grabs a handful of my ass and thrusts his mouth against my sex. His tongue licks up my slit, and I have to slam my hands against the shower wall to hold myself up.
A low sound of pleasure ripples off my tongue. “Easton,” I beg, swollen with need. He grinds my pussy against his face. A single finger slips inside, then two. Over and over, he gifts me his glorious tongue and fingers until I lose control of myself. The floor beneath me sways. My legs clench, and I sink my hands into his thick hair. A burst of heat coils in the pit of my core and ignites, and I bite down on my lip. My orgasm comes over me with a vengeance, stealing the air from my lungs.
“Shit,” I rasp out, trying to catch my breath. Easton stands, his gaze electric and penetrating as he looks at me. He struggles out of his wet jeans, and goosebumps prickle down my spine. Lust drunk off the sight of him, I push him up against the wall. “My turn.”
“Fuck,” he growls. “Not for long. I need to be inside you.”
I’m so turned on I’m going to combust again the instant he’s in my mouth. I slide to my knees and wrap my hand around him. I use my thumb to caress the throbbing vein along his shaft and lean forward, pressing his crown into my mouth, eager to suck the precum off him. God, I missed the thrill. The power I felt having him like this.
His fingers rake through my hair and squeeze. “Cal,” he breathes out, and I look up to see him watching me. His hungry gaze lingers on my lips, and he watches me slide my wet lips over the crown again. I relax my throat and take him deep while keeping eye contact. “Fuck, Cal.”
I love how he says my name in that hoarse growl. It ignites an even wilder need within me. I suck hard, bobbing back and forth. The grip on my hair tightens, almost bringing tears to my eyes, but it only makes me want him more. Easton takes control, pistoning his hips and fucking my mouth. A gargled moan falls off my tongue as I lick and suck his glorious cock, until suddenly, he pulls me off him.
“I want to come inside you.” He pulls me to my feet, his dark gaze raking over me. Then, he turns me away from him, and my palms slap against the shower wall. “I gotta fuck you hard.” Digging his fingers into my hips, he positions his engorged cock at the entrance of my sex, and I cry out in ecstasy as he buries himself inside me.
He does exactly what he vowed to do and fucks me hard. My ass slaps against his groin with each quick, ruthless thrust. I am so far gone. I’m delirious with need. “More. . . more,” I pant, crying out when he drives into me at a piston pace.
“Still. So. Greedy.” His grip turns brutal, igniting another orgasm. Spasms rock my body over and over. “Fuck,” Easton grunts, and his cock jerks, coming hard inside me.
My legs instantly give out. Easton hooks an arm around my waist to keep me upright. My own arms feel like jello, and I rest my head against the tile, hoping my heart doesn’t give out. Easton leans in, pressing kisses along my shoulder blade and neck. He sucks on my earlobe and says, “So, my dick’s the only one you’ve had in your mouth the past two years?”
“Oh, my god.” If my face weren’t already flushed, it would be maroon now. “How did you—I thought you had your AirPods in?”
“Hadn’t turned on my music yet, babe.”
“Oh my god, so you heard everything?”