Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Tell me, Lucky,” I whisper on her lips. “Tell me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” she murmurs when I lift her against me. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I look up to take in our surroundin’s. This isn’t a place I want to do this. I should take her to mine. “Through the kitchen,” she tells me. “Up the stairs. I live there.”
“Ye’ve been livin’ two blocks from me fer months, and I ain’t ever seen ye.”
I shake my head when I think about it. I’ve missed her. For weeks after the rehab I thought about her, but then when she didn’t get in touch, I focused on findin’ Bragan. I dove head first into work.
When we reach her bedroom, which is on the first floor, along with a bathroom, kitchen, and lounge, I can tell she’s made herself at home. It’s pretty. Just like the wee thing I’m holdin’ in my arms.
“I suppose now you’ve found me, you’ll have to tell me all those things you didn’t say back then,” Clover tells me as I set her down.
I don’t want ta be speakin’, not right now when all I can think about is worshippin’ her body.
“Do ye truly think I’m goin’ta be chattin’?”
I drop to my knees in front of her, and my fingers move for the button on her jeans. Lookin’ up into those emerald eyes, I wait fer her to stop me, but she doesn’t.
Slowly, I unbutton the denim, and tug the zip down. Her knickers are black lace, and the scent of her is intoxicatin’. She smells like promises and regrets. Not that I’ll feel bad fer doin’ this, but I have an inklin’ that she’s still hidin’ things from me.
I pull her jeans down, along with her knickers.
“Ye tell me if this is okay,” I say to her. “One word and I’ll stop, all right?”
Clover nods.
“I need ta hear yer words, wee thing,” I command, but I keep my voice low, a gentle coaxin’ fer her to admit what she needs.
“I understand.”
“Take yer top off fer me,” I ask her gently, and she willingly obeys.
She’s beautiful in her nakedness. Even if she wasn’t a walkin’ canvas, she’d be breathtakin’. I press my lips to her knees, then move higher. Her thighs shake, and I wonder if there are scars I can’t see under my touches. I briefly ponder askin’ her about them, about her past, but I don’t. Not now.
I savour her taste when I lap at the softness between her legs. She’s wet already, drippin’ fer me. I didn’t think she’d want me, but she so clearly does. Her hands tangle in my hair, and she pulls me closer. Her legs part wider, offerin’ me access to her cunt that’s perfect. The small strip of hair that adorns her mound is gorgeous.
“Lie back,” I tell her and watch as she shyly nestles herself on the bed.
Her legs splay easily when my hands slip up her inner thighs. Her pussy is wet and drippin’, and I lean in to have my feast. I start slowly as I lap at her core. The sweetness of her arousal coats my tongue.
I’ve never tasted anythin’ more delicious. With two fingers, I slip them slowly into her body. Her warmth envelops me, and my cock aches against my jeans. I want so badly to be inside her. But I have to be slow.
Lookin’ up at her as I tease her body, I watch as she glances down, meetin’ my stare. Her moans are a feckin’ symphony to my ears, music more beautiful than her fingers could ever play on the piano. Or any feckin’ instrument. I move faster, and her hands grip my head once more. She pulls me closer, my tongue movin’ with my fingers as I bring her close. Her walls pulse around both digits. I don’t stop. I fuck her mercilessly with both fingers as I suck on her clit, biting down gently on the hardened bud, which sends her over, and she cries out my name.
My feckin’ name.
“Please,” Clover says as she lifts her head and looks down at me. “I… I want to forget.”
I move to stand, and she scoots up against the pillows. Her body is a masterpiece. I pull off my top before I undo my jeans. Once I’m in my boxers, I smile down at her.
“We can stop anytime ye want,” I tell her.
“I don’t want to stop,” she admits, a smile gracin’ her beautiful face.
I shove my underwear down and watch as her eyes widen. The silver glint of the piercin’ is clear even in the dim light of her bedroom. When I move, my cock bobs, and that’s when she sees the ladder on the underside of the shaft, a series of piercings from base to tip.