Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
He slides his finger inside me, moving it in enthralling circles, and then licks my clit so hard and fast I can’t think about anything else. It’s like there’s pleasure stowed up inside me from earlier when he brought me so near the edge.
He sucks my clit into his mouth and pushes against it with his tongue, over and over, driving the pleasure deep within me. My hips start moving, even as I tell myself he can’t distract me with steaminess. He can’t kill my curiosity with lust, but that’s exactly what he’s doing, his mouth opening wider, his tongue moving quicker, fiercer, my clit getting hot, euphoria expanding into a big ball of sizzling attraction.
He fingers me deep, my walls feeling stretched, reminding me of his huge outline and massive size. I don’t think I’ll be able to take him. He seems impatient like he’s waiting for me to tell him I’m ready for the real thing, but will I ever be?
My thoughts drain to nothing but desire as he flickers his tongue like a flame, setting fire to my pleasure, triggering an orgasm with my hips shaking, my legs trembling, and the world crashing down.
“Yes, yes,” I gasp, struggling to believe this is my voice, that I’m the one giving myself to the pleasure.
He groans in response, slipping his finger deeper. There’s nothing I can do except ride the pleasure while his tongue attacks me fiercely, his finger finding a sweet spot that triggers another surge of pleasure.
Part of me detaches a piece of my mind that watches this happen. I stare in disbelief as my dad’s ex-best friend savagely groans and snarls as he possesses my sex, one hand gripping my thigh with complete ownership, holding tight as he shifts his tongue up and down, owning me.
Yes, I moan or try to. The pleasure turns the word into a shaky sigh as if stowing up the release from earlier, the release I never felt because I told him I was a virgin.
“That’s it,” he groans possessively. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He licks me again with somehow more obsession. I can’t think. All I can do is let go.
My hips judder, and the mattress whines beneath me as a blistering, white-hot sensation washes through me. My core aches, and my clit thunders with clashes of release, and I just keep pumping my hips, chasing more and more pleasure, knowing I can do this.
I can take him. All of him. Nothing else matters.
Then the orgasm shudders to an end. The sudden influx of confidence leaves me, and I fall back, panting, feeling silly for ever being so sure.
Blake leans back, staring at me with those fierce eyes.
“You’re ready,” he growls.
But I’m not.
CHAPTER TEN
Blake
My muscles are swelling, my manhood doing the same, precome making my tip tingle as I stare down at her soaked slit. I can still taste her eager pussy and feel the release she gifted me with. I stand, looming over her, my body trembling as I try to control myself. Try, and know I can’t.
“You need this,” I say, somehow forcing the words out.
She draws her legs up, just like before. When she squeezes her legs together, I can still see her sex, its glistening, tempting pinkness.
“No,” she whispers.
I wonder why she’s speaking so quietly, and then I hear the sob trying to break through her voice, the pain attempting to smash through her resolve.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let it get this far.”
“You’re telling me you don’t want it?” I smirk, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching over.
She shifts against me when I stroke down her leg from her knee, down the back of her thigh toward her sex. Every signal in her perfect young body tells me she needs this, but then she grabs my wrist, shaking her head.
“Who were those people in the photos with you?” she says.
I withdraw my hand and turn away.
“Are you changing the subject, Bonnie?”
“It’s a fair question.”
I stand and pace up and down. I should’ve locked the door or removed the shrine when Bonnie arrived. It’s difficult to think about anything else that doesn’t involve my woman, difficult to remember the Italians and the potential war and Cameron and even Isla. All of it, everyone, pales compared to my Bonnie.
“Well?” she says.
“Why are you trying to start a fight now, eh?” I say huskily.
She shoots me a look of pure sass and confidence.
I imagine one of our kids trying to lie and say they’ve done their homework. Their mother bear will give them the same look with her penetrating eyes and pouting lips.
“Why are you trying to change the subject?” she counters. “You can’t expect me not to be curious.”
As she speaks, she looks around for her pants.
I meant what I said to her before. I’d never force my lust onto her, even if my desire roars at me to rush to the bed, grab her thighs, throw them open, and sink between them again.