Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
“I wanted to fucking gut the men who danced with you tonight.”
She nipped his chin. “Your brother was one of those men, you know.” She panted as she shifted beneath his touch.
“He’s included in that statement.” He pulled back. “Gods I missed you, beautiful.”
Bradford dropped to his knees and shoved his mouth over her core the second he lifted her dress out of the way. The lace beneath his searching tongue was already soaked with her essence.
“Bradford!” she cried, arching her hips to get a better connection.
Her nails dug into his scalp as he thrust his tongue deep into her pussy, craving her cream. He cupped her ass, anchoring her to him.
Lashing his tongue against her clit, he pushed and pushed until he heard that telltale catch of her breath that he’d memorized while they were together. The sound that preceded her orgasm, before she coated him with her release and wrung him dry.
He pried one hand from his hair and gave her the bunched-up material of her dress to hold. Mouth on her clit once more, he thrust two fingers deep inside her.
“Oh holy fuck!”
She came. Hard. Her pussy walls clutched his fingers as he pumped them.
It wasn’t enough, and it tested the strength of his restraint. Pulling back ever so slightly, he focused on the glistening sex before him. This woman could easily be the death of him—and he wouldn’t give a damn.
He used his thumbs to hold her open for his questing mouth and tongue. Wanting everything and allowing her to hide nothing. No moans to be hushed. No trembles to be tempered. He wanted all of it. From her and no one else. He didn’t slow down until she’d come again all over his fingers.
Bradford needed her. He stood, his fingers curved up inside her as he took possession of her mouth once more, sharing her taste with her. “I need you, beautiful. I need that sound from you that I get when I slide my cock deep inside you.”
She whimpered, body trembling.
“Keep holding the dress up, or we’ll be back out there with my cum stains on it.” He nipped her lower lip. “And I wouldn’t give a fuck. Because everyone will know whose you are. Who owns this pussy.”
The tiny room they were in had one single bulb overhead that offered up flickering light. It didn’t matter. Only one thing did. All he cared about was the stark and raw hunger in her gaze. For him.
Not for his money. Not for anything his name could give her. Simply because she wanted him. Bradford had no doubt about this because it was the same look she’d given him after she’d saved his life, when all he’d given her was his first name. When she’d saved his life in more ways than one.
He freed himself from his slacks and hefted his heavy erection. There was no need to peer down and see for himself how stiff he was—there would be drops of precum leaking from the head.
Eyes locked with Iris’, he gave himself two slow strokes before bending at the knees slightly to notch himself into her soaked pussy. Iris leaned closer and licked his lower lip. He felt her hand between them, keeping her dress out of the way, but she speared her other hand into his hair.
“Bradford,” she whispered against his lips. “Please.”
The primitive part of him, which quite honestly made up more than ninety percent, wanted to slam home into her. It longed to lift her up on her toes and hear another squeal as he reacquainted her with his size. He fought that with everything he had and put their lips together.
“You never have to beg me, beautiful.”
And he pushed into her. Slowly. One continuous stroke until he sat fully surrounded by her wet heat.
“Ever,” he rasped.
Liquid heat surrounded him and he ground his jaw to ensure she found her pleasure before he did. His balls already drawing close told him he wasn’t going to last long. Not inside her. Iris was everything.
The bite of her short nails intensified, and she conveyed her desire without saying a word. Bradford listened. Keeping his strokes deep and slow, he changed the angle and lifted her up on her toes a bit more. Even with the heels, he was making her keep herself up.
Her pussy muscles quivered as he dragged his cock over them. Back and forth. She closed her eyes and released a deep, shuddering breath. When he was allowed the chance to see her incredible multifaceted gaze again, the passion in her eyes nearly overwhelmed him.
His control broke. Hips snapping forward, he ate her gasp of shock. He didn’t relent. Plunging. Driving. Thrusting. He took all she gave and pushed for more. He needed more. Wanted to be closer. Deeper.
Beneath the dress, he cupped her ass, fingers biting into the silken flesh and lifting her so he had more control.