Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 147415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 737(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 491(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 737(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 491(@300wpm)
“My eyes are down here,” I joke, waiting until she looks at me. “That’s right. Look at me when I break you.”
Good fucking girl.
Her eyes never leave me as I rub her pussy, pushing two fingers inside her sweetness, robbing one moan from her lips after the next.
She’s so wet for me, instantly squeezing me until I see white.
I’m lucky I already came once, or I’d be a goner for sure, blowing my load inside her in under a minute.
Patience, patience.
The way my thumb rubs her clit drives it home that I’m taking my sweet time.
“Shepherd,” she gasps.
“That’s it,” I growl.
That’s it forever.
My name on her lips.
I want her eyes on me the entire time.
Not looking past me.
Not through me.
Not like she’s somewhere else when I’m in full control of her tight little pussy.
“Destiny,” I whisper.
Her eyes snap to mine.
I press my forehead to hers, holding our gaze, before I slowly work my way down to her tits and feast.
Her nipples are willing prisoners. I suck and massage and bite with just the right pressure that makes me think she could go off just from having them sucked.
Only, I’m not going to give her that chance.
She’s already put her bratty mouth to good use, and it would be a sin not to return the favor.
So I do.
I kiss down her belly, that little landing strip, her right inner thigh.
I draw it out until she’s clutching the sheets, holding on so she doesn’t go airborne.
“Shepherd, Shepherd...”
My name floats off her lips again and again like a prayer.
When I know she’s desperate, when I know she’s red and seething and about to pass out if I hold back, that’s when I answer.
My mouth finds her pussy and I eat her like my last meal.
This tongue delves deep, drags her to the edge, and then moves to her clit for the grand finale.
And what a fine fucking send-off it is.
Come for me, sweetheart.
Make that pussy scream.
It’s the most beautiful orgasm I’ve ever witnessed.
Her clenching, shaking, whimpering, coming apart, hair lashing like gold ribbons as the pleasure pulls her under.
Destiny Lancaster comes like she’ll never be the same after my tongue, and I’m proud as hell of that.
She’s barely breathing again, falling into my next kiss, tasting herself on my lips, when I can’t hold back.
I only wait until her eyes are on me before I push inside her, bottoming out in one long stroke.
Fuck, it’s too perfect.
We’ve done this enough, so I know the rhythm of her body and the tempo of her pulse.
I know all the right angles.
I know I need to come inside her, coming on me, if it’s the last goddamned thing I do.
She’s so close, and so am I.
Pressing my fingers against her clit, we go hard while I stroke slow circles, thrusting like a surging river.
“Oh, Shepherd, Shepherd. Fuck!” she murmurs.
Her eyes flutter shut.
“No, baby. Look at me.”
Be with me, I want to say.
But I don’t, not even in the heat of this, because I don’t know what she’ll think that means and honestly, I don’t know myself.
Her eyelids flutter. “So. Close.”
“Then go.” My breath falls against her cheek like a desert breeze.
I need—need—to see her come undone, before my balls lose it.
This is the last fucking time we’ll do this.
Supposedly.
If that’s true, this needs to count, this whole night where every hour feels like a breathless eternity that’s never long enough.
I want her captured in the moment.
Not thinking about anyone else.
Not dwelling on the fact that we’re doing everything we shouldn’t.
Not tomorrow’s trouble.
Just her and me, tangled up in this bed, alive with our own brute passions and driving each other out of our minds with filthy promises.
I slow my fingers as she squeezes around me, and she squirms, desperate for release.
“Look at me, Dess,” I order again through clenched teeth.
“So demanding,” she says, but her voice is tight.
There’s no more play in her eyes as she finally meets mine.
That familiar pressure becomes a raging current against my spine.
I slow down a little more—barely.
I’m not coming before she does.
“Shepherd,” she begs again. “Shepherd, please.”
“Since you asked nicely...” I press my thumb against that sensitive nub, knowing she’s ready.
Fuck, is she ever.
With one shrill moan, she comes apart under me.
It’s almost violent.
Shaking the bed, crying my name, my entire body shaking with animalistic energy, driving to her very depths.
Just like that, I lose the battle with my own orgasm and I tear the fuck open.
I didn’t want this to end, but there’s something impossibly hot about watching her come for me, and I can’t hold back.
With one more furious breath, I join her in the reverie, coming until my vision, my body, my everything are stars.
Destiny, indeed.
I’m deathly afraid she’s going to be mine.
When I’m done, I know we should clean up. Yet I can’t bring myself to roll out of bed and away from her when we’re both rendered boneless.