Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Baby.” His voice softens, now so close he’s whispering against my neck. “Look at me.”
I refuse, keeping my eyes lowered to my fisted hands.
“Feel me.” The pressure on my wrist increases until he’s urging me to wrap my fingers around his length. “I’m not hard because you couldn’t satisfy me. I’m rock solid because I want you so much, because I can’t get enough of you, because I want to bury myself so deep inside of you that your body becomes home.”
Shaking my head, I deny his explanation.
“I have never come so hard in my life.” He groans as his hand covering mine strokes him.
The sounds wash over me, renewing the unfulfilled need that was pulsing through me earlier.
“Are you wet for me? Did wrapping those perfect lips around my cock turn you on?”
“Oh God,” I whisper.
“Are you hurting with need? Confused by the emptiness even though you’ve never been filled?”
How does he—?
“Is your skin on fire?” I shudder when his free hand trails lightly down my spine. “Can I taste you?”
My eyes snap up to his.
“Come here.” Lying back against the pillows, he urges me up his chest.
“I’m afraid I’ll be hard for you every second for the rest of my life,” he explains against my mouth. “My cock needs you, wants you so much it isn’t going to waste a second needing a recharge, no matter how many times I come.”
Trembling from head to toe with his admission, I can no longer concentrate on fisting his dick, but before I can feel guilty about not giving him what he needs, his mouth finds mine.
“Are you ready?” he whispers against my lips. My head is nodding, answering for me without my brain even getting involved. “Then why are you shaking?”
“I—” I clear my throat when the word comes out like gravel. “I’m afraid it’s going to hurt.”
His brows draw together, creating the crease in his forehead that I love so much.
“I want it,” I assure him, not wanting him to back away. “I just hear the first time hurts.”
“From who?” The confusion doesn’t clear.
“Anyone and everyone I’ve talked to who’ve lost their virginity.”
“Virginity?” His head shakes violently. “I’m not going to fuck you, Molly.”
Disappointment overpowers the anxiousness. “What?”
“I want to eat your pussy. Taste you on my lips, drink you down my throat. I’m not fucking you.”
“Ever?”
A wide smile spreads his face. “Not today, baby.”
His lips brush mine before his hunger takes over and he dives in deeper.
“Goddamn.” He licks into my mouth again. “I taste good on your tongue.”
Moaning when he sucks on my tongue to the point of pain, I’m lost in him. I’d do anything this man asked me to do. If his hands around my throat is what he needs, I’d tilt my chin back and offer it to him.
“I bet,” he pauses, taking the time to nip at my chin, “I bet there are parts of you that will taste even better.”
My body trembles at the suggestion.
“I want that,” I confess breathlessly.
“Up here.” He tugs at my waist, urging me to straddle his face.
My mind flashes back to the moment I walked in on Zoe and Lynch her first night here, and a rush of eagerness urges me higher up his chest. I move so fast he chuckles when I clock him in the arm with my knee rather than wincing in pain from the impact.
“You smell divine.” His nose sweeps down my seam as his hands grip the now abrading fabric of my dress. My nipples tighten against the lace of my bra, but I don’t remove it. Getting him like this, so hungry that he’s forgotten all the reasons why this is a bad idea, has been less of a challenge than I thought it would be, but there’s still the chance of him putting an end to this.
I reach for the discarded eye mask near his head, but he shakes his head when I try to pull it over his eyes.
“I don’t need that.” His eyes flutter closed as his tongue licks at my panties, tracing the apex of me in one languid stroke. When he tilts his head back, taking in a deep, drawing breath, I reach between us and pull my panties to the side.
His tongue sneaks out again, meeting flesh instead of fabric, and his eyes snap open. I expect him to stop, to tell me this wasn’t his intention, so my hand clasps the back of his head and pushes him against me. He never falters again, never takes his mouth from me. Surprisingly, he never closes his eyes either. They stare up at me, bright blue orbs reaching into my soul as he removes me from the plains of the earth and sends me floating in the atmosphere with pleasure I never thought possible.
I don’t feel anything but his working tongue on my body. The concentration of attention in that one tiny spot is enough to make me jerk against him. I want to press harder against him and pull away because the sensations possessing me are too much to handle.