Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 75003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
But then he was leaning forward, his face pressing between my breasts. I felt him breathe me in as my hand slipped into his soft hair.
Then he was shifting and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.
The desire was a white-hot fire that burst through me, making my skin feel too heated, too tight to contain all of that need.
Levee’s teeth grazed the tightened bud, making my thighs clamp to the sides of him, my cleft rocking against his hardness.
He teased me with lips and tongue and teeth until I felt like I couldn’t take it. Then moved across my chest and continued the sweet agony.
When he finally moved back, I was the one quickly losing my grip on my control.
My hands yanked at the leather vest he was wearing. With a chuckle, he sat back to help me remove it. That wasn’t nearly good enough, though. I grabbed his shirt, pulling it until he took over and pulled it off, tossing it carelessly to the side.
A little whimper escaped me at the feel of his bare skin on mine as I leaned forward to steal his lips. But just for a moment before the need to explore him became too strong to ignore.
I kissed down his neck, over his collarbone, down the center of his chest, then took a moment to tease my tongue over his nipples before continuing down.
His abdominal muscles were tensed with his desire, each of them tightening as my tongue and lips moved over them.
I scooted off his lap, lowering my body down between his thighs.
My hands went across his stomach to the waistband of his jeans, working his button and zipper free, then reaching inside to free his cock.
Levee’s hand clenched his own thigh, like it was taking actual effort not to reach for me, not to draw me down onto him.
He didn’t need to hold himself back. I had no intention of torturing him.
I leaned down, teasing my tongue around the head of his cock, then down and up the underside of his length.
A rumble moved through Levee as his hands reached out, gathering my hair and moving it out of his way. He twisted the long strands around his fist, then held it against the back of my head as my lips parted and started to take him in.
Beneath me, his whole body was tensed, and I felt high on my control over his desire right then.
So I worked him achingly slowly for a long few minutes. Until his breath was coming in short, shallow little huffs and his hand was tightening on my hair.
Only then did I start to suck him harder and faster, my head twisting as I moved, tasting his desire in my mouth as his labored breathing was disrupted by increasingly rough groans and curses.
Suddenly, his hand yanked hard at my hair, making little sparks of pain shoot across my scalp as he pulled me back until his cock slid from between my lips.
He didn’t let up, and the pain had me moving as he was silently directing until I was straddling him again.
Leaning forward, his lips took mine.
Hard.
Deep.
Bruising into mine.
His free hand went to my ass, dragging me against him, and the feel of his cock against my cleft had a long moan escaping me, my thighs shaking with the effort not to just lift up and take him in. Like both of us were aching for.
Sensing my desperation, likely feeling it himself, his hand released my hair as his body shifted, allowing him to reach into his back pocket to grab his wallet.
He fished out a condom, and as I leaned in to nip his earlobe, he made short work of protecting us.
Both of his hands went to my hips, dragging me against him again, then rocking me against him until I was drenching his hard length with my need.
“Let me feel you,” Levee groaned, his hands sliding to my ass, sinking in, as I shifted up, positioned myself, then slid down onto him.
His sharp exhale was overpowered by my deep moan as he slipped into me, stretching me inch by inch, making me his.
“Fuck,” he groaned as I took him to the base, needing a second to adjust to the feel of him, the depth of him.
His fingers tightened on my ass, but he didn’t try to make me move until my own need became too strong to ignore.
I rode him slowly, caught up in the sensation of him moving in me inch by delicious inch.
But it wasn’t long before the coiled need in my core had me riding harder, faster.
His hands made me take him faster still as our breathing went shallow, as sweat started to slick our bodies.
The orgasm came on slowly, then all at once, making me choke on a moan as it slammed violently through my system, deep, hard pulsations of pleasure that had my whole body shaking with their intensity.