Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 71832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
I lean my face against his back. I breathe him in. Sorrow fills me, thinking of my brother, happy, in love with a girl he can never have, ruining everything so badly for that love. “Is she okay?” I ask, whispering. “The girl?”
“She’s fine so far as I know.”
“Is that all true? Did Iain really get the Polish boss’s daughter pregnant?”
He lets out a long breath. “That captain took a lot of persuading to tell us that story. I believed him.”
I kiss his back. I dig my teeth into his skin and, on impulse, I reach around my hand, moving around his hip, until I find his thick, long cock.
He grunts in surprise, his entire body tensing, a tremble running down his spine.
“Don’t talk,” I whisper as I roll my fingers around his tip, rubbing his precum into my hand. “Just don’t, okay?”
“Ash,” he groans.
I stroke him. Slowly, root to tip, root to tip.
“You’re tired,” I say. “You were out there doing something hard, weren’t you? Something you hated.”
“For you.” His voice is husky. “Ash. My angel.”
I stroke faster. “For me. I like that. I like when you call me your angel, too.”
“Angel.” He moans, low and masculine, the most sexual sound I’ve ever heard in my life. “You don’t know what you do to me. You have no idea what this feels like.”
“I hope it feels good.” Faster, rubbing the tip of his cock, stroking him. I bite his shoulder, kissing him, licking him. Tasting his skin, drinking in his moans.
“Ash, fuck,” he moans. “I can’t hold back.”
“Good. Come in my hand. Come for me, husband.”
That throws him over the edge. I sink my teeth into him hard as he finishes in thick spurts, groaning like a monster, his fingers digging into the tile wall.
When he’s done, he turns to face me, breathing hard, eyes burning.
I bring my hand to my mouth—and I taste his cum.
He stares in shock.
It’s salty. Warm. Like him.
And the moment I take it into my mouth, I can tell I fucked up.
“Carson,” I say, taking a step back. I rinse the rest off. “You’re looking at me funny.”
“You ate it.”
“I tasted it. What’s the big deal?”
“You tasted my cum.”
“So what? I was curious?” I blink rapidly. His cock’s getting hard again. “Carson.”
“Angel.” He grabs my hair, pinning me to the wall.
Suddenly, he’s not tired anymore.
“What are you—”
But my protests are drowned by his kiss.
Chapter 23
Ash
“This isn’t how I expected tonight to go,” I admit as he spreads my legs, licking my inner thigh, kissing up to my dripping wet pussy. I moan, eyes squeezed shut, my fingers lacing into his hair.
“Are you complaining, my angel?”
“Only a little bit. I really wanted some good rest tonight. I do have a long day of work tomorrow and—fuck.” I’m silenced as he slides two fingers deep inside and sucks hard on my sensitive clit. “You could be gentle, you bastard.”
“I could be,” he agrees, fucking me faster with those big fingers. He licks, tip of his tongue hardened. “But I enjoy your moans too much to go easy on you.”
I gasp, digging my fingers into his hair. He scrapes his stubble across my pussy, finger-fucking me deep, as pleasure explodes down my spine. I arch my back, groaning for him, as his tongue laps me up, his mouth eats me.
I feel as though I’m being devoured by some ancient, starving beast.
A beast only hungry for my flesh.
“Come for me, angel,” he growls as he goes faster, sucking hard. “Come for me, little love, and when you’re through, I’ll fuck you like you need.”
“Who says I need anything?” I say, legs twitching, the orgasm building, building, toes curling down into the bed. I try to hold it back just to spite him, but I can’t help myself.
I come with his name on my lips. I come, moaning for him, and I know he loves it as he grunts his approval. When I’m finished, he rocks back onto his heels, stroking his cock, rubbing his length with my wetness.
“There you are, my wife,” he says, staring at my body in the darkness, looking like a creature from another world, like a celestial being. Pure and lovely. “I’ve waited a long, long time for this.”
“You keep telling me shit like that,” I say, writhing from side to side. “But what the heck—”
He silences me by grabbing my ankle and yanking me toward him. I gasp in surprise, but don’t have long to think, because the tip of his cock presses against my aching, soaking entrance, and he slides himself inside.
“Oh my god,” I groan as he stretches me, filling me to the brim.
His mouth finds mine. We kiss like that, hungry, my mind blank, totally lost in the moment. I’ve never felt anything remotely like this before, not a single time in my entire life. He fills me to the edge, bottoms out, and still I want more like there isn’t enough of him to sate my void. Slowly, his hips rock, then my hips glide along with him, and soon we’re fucking, grinding against each other in a hard, passionate frenzy. Lost to everything but feeling.