Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 161434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 807(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 807(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 538(@300wpm)
Heaven.
My mouth tames a nipple while my fingertips encircle the other, sending her to ecstasy.
When I say I could spend an entire day etching her face into my mind, it’s no exaggeration. Especially when I send her through the full spectrum of emotion with every pinch, every caress, every heated flick of my tongue and sting of my teeth.
Agony.
Impatience.
Defiance.
Shock.
Awe.
Sweet relief.
She gives it up and then some, her eyes fluttering as I pull her into my mouth, sucking greedily. These tits are fucking mine.
For a scalding second, I can even see a flash of her glowing like a summer day, cradling a child to her chest—a baby I put in her.
Fuck. What’s happening to me?
“Oh, Nick. W-wait,” she moans, digging her nails into the back of my neck.
I pull away reluctantly. “I didn’t mean to bite you so hard—”
“No.” She smiles. “No, it’s just—”
She locks eyes and shimmies her pants down.
My eyes drop to the V between her legs like depraved hunting hawks.
Her matching lace panties hug her hips, and a diamond hole with a jewel dangling from it rests just above her triangle. I swear, her navel piercing invites me to devour everything underneath.
“You just killed me. Congratulations,” I groan.
She smiles. “The lady at the store said they would, but—”
“Reese, fuck. You didn’t need fancy panties to undo me. You’ve done it a thousand times before dressed in three layers, plus that bulky-ass winter coat.”
“Hold me,” she whispers.
I can’t deny her.
Moving forward, I’m about to tumble her down on the bed and slide into her, fumbling a hand in my pocket for a condom.
Only, she shoves her hands playfully against my chest.
“Wait,” she whispers, grabbing the button to my pants, slowly undoing it.
The zipper falls, and so do my trousers. Then she puts her hands on both sides of my briefs, yanking them down with the same hunger I used undressing her.
She cups a hand around my shaft, already straining with wicked intent against her skin.
“Shit” I breathe. “I thought I was bringing you off?”
“That’s up to you,” she says with a husky tone that turns me inside out.
I want to fuck her, but I also need her touch, my cock hounding me to give in as her hand pumps up and down my length.
I’m a dead man walking.
Chuckling, I push forward, into her strokes. When she brings those pert lips to the tip of my dick and kisses the head, I rear back and crash down on the edge of the bed.
It’s all I can do to avoid busting streamers like the Fourth of July.
A boiling growl rips out of me as I sit up.
“What gives? Less than a week ago, you were Miss Innocent.” I kiss her jaw and down her neckline. “Now you’re a damned seductress. I can’t decide which Halle I like more.”
She runs a finger around the sensitive tip of my cock, then grips it, pumping up and down. Her eyes shine like ice-blue pools.
“Fine. Seductress wins,” I grind out. “Show me what that mouth can do, sweetheart. Suck.”
She obeys.
Goddammit, she obeys.
Recent virgin or not, I have to believe she’s given a blowjob before. Those lips cling to my shaft like a velvet ring, spiraling down my length. She gets halfway—most girls never make it that far—before moving up, then coming back down with greater confidence.
My hand twines a tangle of her hair around my fingers.
Even when she’s on her knees, sucking me to the brink, being utterly defiled, she’s beautiful.
And the living art of her pink mouth full of me, working, triggering neurons I didn’t know I had, turns the heat lashing my balls into an inferno.
“You keep that up,” I snarl, choking on a hot breath. “You keep that up, I will come in your mouth, woman.”
Rather than slowing down, my confession only sends her into overdrive. She closes her eyes, bobbing her head, even fighting my hand as it leashes her hair. I’m struggling for a measure of control and failing—fucking failing.
Because I may have her in my fist, but every second she engulfs me, we both know who’s prisoner.
Her eyes look up with a plea.
Nicholas, give it to me. Come!
It strikes without warning, a breathless fireball crackling up my spine. My instinct to fill her the fuck up kicks into overdrive, and I shove her head down on my cock as it swells.
Ropes of fire. Ribbons of ecstasy. Knives of static pleasure crisscross every nerve ending I own, ending with the guttural curse leaping off my lips.
“Shitfuckdamn!” It comes out as one hoarse word with the flood pouring into her mouth.
It’s a miracle she even swallows anything with how forceful it comes on—with how much white-hot heat erupts out of me.
A few seconds later, it’s running down her chin. Seeing her painted with my essence like a damned soul from a medieval hellscape when she looks so angelic annihilates me.