Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81423 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
I climbed in, lay on my back, and then he was there, straddling me, looking down at me with those blue eyes that held the world in them, and those curls I loved to feel wrapped around my fingers.
“You are so goddamned beautiful, Remy. I don’t care if it’s messy and we have shit to figure out. My life only feels right when you’re in it.”
Jesus, the things he said to me. “Me too. When we were apart, it was like there was always this part of me that felt empty, this absence I was always aware of. I tried to fill it with music, with my family, and I couldn’t. Needing you is the only thing music can’t cure for me.”
He sucked in a shaky breath, and then he was leaning over me, kissing me. I felt him everywhere, all around me, inside me. Our tongues played a melody together that only we could hear. Law’s mouth made a trail down my neck, into the hollow spot at the base, before I maneuvered him, pulled him toward me until he got the message.
Law straddled my chest, traced my lips with the head of his cock, wetting them with precome, my own cock aching and leaking too. When I opened my mouth, he pushed the head inside. “So pretty with your lips stretched around my dick.”
I wanted to devour him, wanted to kiss and suck and fuck until the rest of the world melted away and there was only me and Law, this bed, and the way our bodies clung to each other and loved each other, because this was where we belonged. Where we were want and love, sweat-slicked skin and searching hands and hungry mouths.
Law tangled his hand in my hair as he thrust into my mouth, fucked it slowly, his fingers going from my hair to my face, where he touched the freckles I’d always hated until he loved them.
My hand found its way to my prick, where I stroked as slowly as he took my mouth. He trembled above me, and I saw the flash in his eyes, the way they blew wide, and I knew he was already going to come.
“Fuck.” Law pulled back. “I almost lost it there, and I’m not nearly done with you yet.” He moved to my side and flipped me over. I went easily, and then he was on me, one leg on either side, his mouth on my shoulder. “Mmm. I’ll never get tired of tasting these.” Law kissed and licked my freckles.
The way he unraveled me, always made me feel precious, treasured. Like we were the only two people in the universe.
He slid down my body, his tongue riding the dips and peaks of my spine as he went. Goose bumps followed behind, chasing after him, because who wouldn’t do anything to be a part of Lawson Grant’s world?
“Fuck me,” I begged, thrusting my erection against the mattress.
“I’m getting there. You know how I like to play first. I can never get enough of you.”
“What if I don’t survive it?” I teased, well, kind of teased, because I really did question it.
“You will.”
The strands of his hair danced along my skin, adding to the sensation of him. When he got to the top of my ass, right over my crack, he worked his tongue back up again. “Law…please…” I pushed my ass toward him, needy and achy for him.
“Nothing else matters when it’s you and me.” He bit my neck gently, then went down again. My whole body felt too sensitive, like every touch was magnified, making me come alive. I felt his breath and his hair and his body. The air in the room and the softness of his sheets, and everything else melted away.
This time, when Law got to my ass, he didn’t journey back up again. He lay between my legs, and I opened them for him. His strong hands parted my cheeks, his warm breath ghosted over my hole. “Fuck, the way you just tightened for me. You want it.”
“You know I do, so give it to me.”
“So bossy,” Law teased, and then his tongue gently, so fucking gently it nearly killed me, brushed across my rim. “You’re mine, Remington, and nothing is ever going to change that.”
This time, he didn’t stop at one lick. His tongue devoured me, brushed back and forth over my hole. My hands fisted in the pillows as I fucked into the bed, alternating between the feel of the mattress against my cock and pushing my ass back into Law’s face.
He pulled back and replaced his tongue with his finger, pushing inside, opening me up. “Christ, this is so fucking hot. Watching you take my finger like this.”
“More,” I pleaded. It wasn’t enough, never enough.
Law continued to fuck me with this finger, first one, then two, before he gave me his tongue again. Back and forth between them until I was writhing and sweating and coming apart beneath him.