Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 137(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
“Because…” she whispers, swallowing thickly as she gathers courage. “Because I want…you.” Her eyes dart up to meet mine, and I watch determination settle over her pretty face. “I want you, Sean.”
That undoes me. Her soft, shaky words are a drug to my system. I want to make her scream them. I’m ravenous, and there’s only one thing that will feed my hunger.
“Fuck me, Savannah,” I groan, my hands on her waist. “I need a taste of you, sweetness. I won’t survive without it. Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”
She whimpers as I lift her onto the counter, sitting her perfect ass on the edge. Her ocean blue eyes are wide, her hands scrabbling at the edge of the counter for something to grip onto. That won’t do.
I drop to my knees with a wide grin, loving how reactive she already is. So sweet. So beautiful. So mine.
“I gave you an order, gorgeous,” I say slowly, tapping her knee. Slowly, she parts her thighs, her skirt riding up at the movement, revealing more of her perfection. My groan makes her shiver where she’s perched. The tease of white lace between her thighs makes my mouth water. I’m fucking drooling over her. “Wider.”
“Sean…” she whines, and I have to squeeze my eyes closed so I don’t fucking embarrass myself. Nobody has ever driven me as absolutely insane as she does.
I grip her thighs, her soft skin silky smooth under my palms, and press a wet kiss to the sensitive skin there. Before I bury my head between those perfect thighs, I pause, looking up at her. Carefully, giving her a chance to stop me even as I pray she won’t, I pry her hands from the counter and lift them to my hair. Instinctively, she runs the strands through her fingers, tangling her hands in my hair.
“The only thing you’re holding on to while I’m between your legs is me. The door’s locked but this room isn’t sound-proof, Savannah. Try and stay quiet for me, yeah?”
I don’t give her a chance to answer. I’m too desperate. I shove her skirt up higher, not even bothering to wait long enough to take her panties off. Instead, I cover the white lace with my mouth, tasting how wet she is through the fabric.
At the first taste of her slick warmth, pleasure zips down my spine. I nearly fucking come in my pants right there, moaning as she does. I knew my nickname for her was right—she’s sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted.
Roughly, I yank her panties to the side, needing to get rid of any barrier between us, to taste her fully. I want to devour her.
“So wet for me,” I groan, voice rough. “You’re so pretty here, sweetness.”
There’s no filter between my thoughts and my speech, but she doesn’t seem to mind my blabbering dirty talk. Her hands tighten in my hair.
“Oh—oh fuck!” Savannah moans as my tongue sweeps through her folds hungrily, collecting her desire on my tongue and savoring my first proper taste. God, I’m already addicted.
I find her clit, teasing the tight bud with the tip of my tongue in small circles. Her hips buck and more of those stunning sounds fall from her lips when I find the rhythm she likes. She’s clearly trying to be quiet, such a good girl for me, and I desperately want to grab her and haul her home so she can be as loud as she wants. I want the walls of my apartment to shake from her cries.
“Need to feel you come,” I growl against her flesh, dipping my head to press my tongue inside her. She gasps, and I can feel her pussy tighten around me with pleasure. My cock is so hard it hurts, but I care far more about her relief than my own.
“Sean!” Savannah shakes under me, and I groan, encouraging her. Her voice breaks, one hand leaving my hair to muffle her moans.
The door handle rattles. Someone knocks. I don’t give a fuck. I don’t stop. Nothing will keep me from making my girl come.
“Sean, oh…I’m gonna—oh fuck!”
She comes with a choked, half-muffled cry. I work her clit with my tongue until she’s whimpering from the overstimulation and tugging me away from her. Reluctantly, I back off, kissing her thigh gently before I stand. My mouth is damp from her release, and her eyes catch on it, pupils blown wide. Her hand is still pressed to her lips, and I tug it away, leaning in to kiss her.
“You taste like heaven, Savannah,” I whisper, licking my lips.
“The door,” she whispers, slipping off the counter hastily. Her legs are still weak from her orgasm, and I catch her with a hand around her waist before she falls over. “Oh my god, I can’t believe we just did that.”