Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74794 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
“Oh my god,” Ransom grunts. “So, so beautiful. You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen.”
I love that he’s not scared to tell me things like this and is not the least bit intimidated by my sexuality or my boldness. He’s the perfect match for me, feral and alpha but also shy and sweet in turn. I know that we fit together. In this way and so many others. I also know that I’ll never, ever be bored. Never.
I swirl my finger over myself. Then, as Ransom watches me—his gaze scorching through me, the knowledge that he’s watching me and panting to the point of wheezing makes my skin sizzle so hot, and it’s like I’m branded all over the inside with that knowledge—I bring my finger to my mouth and suckle it. My tongue explodes with the taste of both of us, and it’s so dirty, so exhilarating, so exotic, and so right that it only takes a bit of pressure on my clit and a few swivels of my fingers when I dart my hand back between my legs before I’m coming. I’m coming hard, wave after hot wave rocking me, pelting through me, and taking me to a lush, tropical jungle where the air is thick and humid and scented with the salt of our bodies.
Okay, that might just be the bathroom because it’s getting seriously steamy in here, and it’s also been quite sexy since we got in here, but whatever. I can imagine going to a tropical jungle if I want to.
“Holy shit,” Ransom mutters with a sigh, his eyes so heavy-lidded that they’re barely open. “I promise I’ll do better next time. This was…uh, unusual.”
“Better?” I choke out. “It was perfect. Seriously.”
“Well,” he says, humor etched onto a face I’m always going to think is nothing short of handsome, no matter what other people might say. “I’ll be even more perfect in an hour. Or, uh, whenever you might decide to use that perfection again.”
I pretend to give that some serious consideration. “An hour sounds good.” Then, I frown. “I wonder what we can do in the meantime. How about finishing that shower, wrapping ourselves up in towels, then seeing if we can make a fort somewhere? Maybe a lovely indoor sex fort where we can camp tonight.”
“A sex fort. Sounds exotic.” I giggle as he scoops me off the counter and into his arms before stepping back into the shower, the hot spray bathing us both. “I can’t wait to wash your hair,” he croons into my ear before his tongue traces the whorl straight down to my earlobe.
“Kinky.”
“It will be.” He winks at me, sets me down carefully, then reaches for the bottle of shampoo. “I can promise you that I’ll redeem myself with this.”
I give myself over to him, leaning into him and surrendering to his big, soapy hands that lather manly-scented shampoo into my long, lush lady locks. And as he said he would, he truly does redeem himself with the best hair wash and head massage combo I’ve ever had or known.
After my hair is clean, he stuns me by hefting me up into his arms. My legs immediately lock around his waist, and I look at him, a question burning in my eyes, my breath burning my lungs, and all parts south of the border just plain burning.
“What are you doing?” I pant as he fits his cock to my entrance.
“Trying to redeem myself. My man pride took a real beating, and it’s more than slightly wilted. If it were a plant, it wouldn’t have been watered for somewhere around two months and three days.”
“That’s very specific.” I lean in and inhale the scent of him, all manly, just like his shampoo. I rub my nose there, in the crook of his neck, licking at the water droplets beaded on his skin. He flexes his hips, sliding in an inch, and I whimper. “Oh my god. So, so big.”
“Ahhh,” he sighs. “That’s water to the plants, for sure. But okay. We’re doing this. We’re doing this, and we’re not stopping until you come so hard that you can’t remember your own name.”
“That would take a good solid amount of coming indeed. And I’ve always known who I am.”
“Alright, well, maybe so you can’t remember mine.”
“I’ll always remember that too.”
“So you…okay, never mind. You’ll just come so hard that it will be the best orgasm of your life, hands down. Ever.”
“Alright.” I swivel my hips, taking more of him as he presses me up against the shower, so the spray is barely on us. The colder air hits my wet skin and makes goosebumps form all over.
He grabs my hips and pushes all the way inside, filling me to the point of no freaking return because he really is that big, and I let out a whimper that I try and stifle by biting down on my lower lip. The sound comes out ultra-breathless, and Ransom must like it because he grunts, and then his hips start to pump until he’s buried deep inside me.