Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63542 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
“I know you can,” I tell him honestly. “But, you want me to be yours. That’s what I’m hearing?”
He smiles and nods. “You need me to spell it out for you?”
“That would be nice,” I tell him with a smile.
He rises from the table, walks to the cabinet over the stove and reaches for a bottle of tequila. Back at the table, he sits and pours two shots, sliding one in my direction.
“I care about you, Willow. I had no plans to care about you or anyone else, for that matter. Yet, here I am. Caring more than I ever have in my life. So…do you even want to be my ol’ lady?”
I smile and take the shot glass from him. “Yes, Joaquin. I want to be your ol’ lady," I say, feeling my heart swell in my chest with emotion. He nods, a slight grin on his face as he taps his glass against mine. We both toss back the shots, our eyes locked on each other.
“To us," he says, his voice now more serious than before but still gentle and affectionate. I smile wider and nod in agreement, raising my glass a final time to seal our fate as an official couple.
“To us. Only, I think I need one more thing.”
“What’s that?” Amusement flashes in his eyes.
“I need you to spell it out for me again. With your tongue. On my pussy.”
Joaquin is on his feet right away, his gaze dark and intense as he slams his mouth against mine, kissing me like there’s no fucking tomorrow, like we are the only two people left on the planet.
I’m breathless, and I don’t give a damn as I succumb to his kiss, his touch. He pulls back with a dark smile. “With my tongue?”
I lick my lips and nod. “Fuck, yes.”
He spins me around, so my back is flush against his chest, kissing and nibbling my neck while his hands unfasten my jeans, quickly pulling the zipper and pushing them down my legs.
“How wet are you for me right now?” he asks, growling the question in my ear.
I slide a hand between my legs and groan when my fingers graze my swollen clit before dipping into my pussy. “This wet,” I whisper back and rub my juices across his lip.
“Fuck, Willow.” He drops down behind me and pushes the small of my back until I arch and bend over the table. His big hands grip my ass cheeks and spread them, and then I feel it, the cool of his tongue against my hot pussy.
“Oh fuck,” I moan and grip the edge of the table while his tongue works its magic. His nose is pushing against my asshole, and I don’t mind. I kind of like it, especially with his tongue teasing my clit before dipping inside my pussy. “Joaquin,” I cry because I’m already close to coming.
He smacks one of my cheeks and tugs my clit into his mouth, sucking so hard that he literally pulls my orgasm from the depths of my body until I’m white-knuckling the edge of the table while my body shakes violently. My orgasm slows when he licks me from my clit to my asshole, pulling another wild aftershock through me.
“There,” he grins and smacks both cheeks as he stands. “I spelled it out for ya.”
“Who knew you were such a good speller,” I joke and attempt to face him on shaky legs.
“There’s a lot you have to learn about me, Willow.” He lifts me onto the counter and smiles when I gasp at the cool granite on my bare ass.
I watch him with heat in my eyes, pussy pulsing as he undresses, revealing his beautiful skin, rippling muscles, and throbbing cock. I lick my lips and let out a shuddering sigh.
“I’m here to learn,” I say in a voice so breathy I barely recognize it as my own.
He’s standing there naked and hard, and my mouth is watering for him. “You’re mine, Willow.”
I reach for him, and he steps close, growling when one hands fists his cock. I stroke him and run my thumb over the bead of liquid at the tip, licking it with a groan. Joaquin growls, and his eyes fill with fire.
“You are mine,” I tell him, punctuating my words with a stroke of his hard cock before I slowly guide him inside.
Buried balls deep, he grips my hips possessively and pulls out so achingly slowly that I cry out before he shoves in hard and deep, over and over again. It’s a good fuck, a hard fuck. It’s a cathartic fuck that wipes away the past week and sets a clean slate for both of us. For us as a couple.
I think.
I hope.
“Fuck, your pussy is always so fucking wet for me,” he growls and pushes me down on the counter, grabbing and squeezing my tits as he pounds into me like his life depends on it. “So. Fucking. Wet.”