Total pages in book: 98
Estimated words: 94653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94653 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
It's not like I haven’t seen photos of penises before, but it’s quite another thing to see one up close in real life.
And Wolf is…big.
Both thick and long.
I shove the jeans along with the boxer-briefs down his thighs before sinking to my knees and glancing up until my gaze can fasten on his. Sparks of heat flash from his eyes as his hands stay tangled in my hair. The firm pressure is what grounds me in the moment.
My tongue darts out to lick the bulbous tip, and a burst of saltiness explodes in my mouth. It’s strange to realize that I like the way he tastes. When I take another greedy swipe, a guttural groan escapes from him.
“You don’t have to do that, Fallyn. It’s not something I expect.”
“I want to.”
My tongue flicks out to wet my lips before I wrap them around the mushroom-shaped head and suck him into the warmth of my mouth. Even though I’ve never done this before, and I’m not quite sure how to go about it, I keep my eyes pinned to him in order to gauge his reaction as I take him as deep as I can before retreating. His fingers tighten around the sides of my scalp with each pass I make.
Just when I find my rhythm, his cock swells, growing impossibly hard. A few seconds later, he pushes me away. His dick is released with a soft pop as my brows furrow. One hand stays wrapped around the side of my head as the other drifts across my jaw before grazing my swollen lips.
“Did I do something wrong?” How embarrassing would that be?
With a snort, he shakes his head. “No, you did everything right. A little too right.” His voice sounds as if it’s been roughed up by sandpaper, and it scrapes something low in my belly. He leans down until he can wrap his hands around my ribcage before lifting me to my feet and pressing a hot kiss against my mouth.
He breaks away just enough to whisper, “When I finally come, it’s going to be in that sweet little pussy of yours. I want to feel your tight heat wrapped around my hard cock, strangling the life out of it. It’s all I’ve been able to think about.”
More arousal pools in my core as those images flash through my head like a slow-motion picture show.
Before I can agree with the sentiment, he shoves both the jeans and boxers down his legs until he’s completely naked. He doesn’t give me the chance to take in his male beauty as he scoops me into his arms and carries me to the queen-sized bed. It’s gently that he lays me down, hovering over me and caging me in with his bigger, muscular body. His gaze searches mine as his mouth descends. When his tongue sweeps across my lips, I open, allowing him entrance. And just like in the elevator, our kiss is deep and all encompassing. It’s as if he can’t get close enough.
As if he wants to devour me.
It wouldn’t take much for him to swallow me whole.
My arms twine around his neck to draw him closer.
Just as I lose myself in the caress, he pulls away. “I want to strip you bare.”
His fingers tangle in the hem of my sweater before dragging it up my chest and over my head. The pale pink bra with a tiny bow in the center is the next garment to be shed. Love shines brightly from his eyes as he stares down at me before lowering his face to my chest and pressing his lips against the scar. My fingers slide through the short strands to hold him in place.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He rains soft kisses down on me before admitting roughly, “I waited so damn long for you that I almost gave up hope of this—of us— happening.”
My arms tighten around him as tears spring to my eyes. “I’m so sorry. For everything you went through.”
He tilts his head until our gazes can catch and lock. “We should have been able to lean on one another and be there for each other.”
That comment is like a dagger to my heart because he’s right. The three of us were so tight. Wolf and I should have been allowed to grieve together. Instead, my parents kept us apart and started a war between our families. I understand their pain and anguish. It’s one they continue to breathe life into each and every day, but what they did was wrong. And at some point, we’ll be forced to have an honest conversation about it. There’s no other way for the four of us to move forward.
Unwilling to take anything away from this moment with Wolf, I focus on the gorgeous man looming over me.
He’s the only one I want to think about.