Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 100523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 503(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Carter grabs my chin a little rough, digging his thumb along my jawline. Hard. Like the way he bit my chest the other night. “Then I’m going to strip you naked right now, and eat you up,” he says.
In a flurry my jeans are off, then my lacy bralette. He’s backing me up to the bed, his hunger evident in his eyes, in his breath, even in his nipples.
They’re hard.
Am I into his nipples? Is that a kink of mine? I think it might be.
But there’s no time to contemplate kinks when he skims off my panties, pushes a hand to my stomach, and shoves me onto the bed.
A little aggressively, and I like it.
I scoot up the bed and he follows, stalking me. He catches me by my ankles, with narrowed eyes. Then he slides those big hands up my legs to the inside of my knees and spreads me wide open.
For a few suspended seconds, he doesn’t move. Just gazes at my pussy as he groans. It’s a little uncomfortable, his eyes on me like this. His gaze, so intense, so unforgiving. So different. No one has ever stared at me like this. He breaks the stare and dips his face to my thigh, brushing a soft kiss before he lifts his head again to meet my gaze. “You wanted to know how a man takes care of his woman?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to show you how this man takes care of you with his mouth.”
I have no more words. I’m nothing but a raw, vibrating nerve of desire.
But it’s been a while since a man went down on me and meant it. And I can’t quite fully relax when Carter kisses the inside of my thighs. I’m still tense, even as he murmurs against my skin. My mind races with questions.
What do I do with all this want inside me? What if I have too much desire? What if he doesn’t receive it? What if—
“Oh god,” I groan, unbidden, when he kisses my clit. The sound is chased by a gasp from the center of my soul.
I can feel him smiling wickedly against me. I feel his want completely now. And I relax into it.
In seconds, my hands are in his hair and he’s French kissing my pussy. He’s thorough, kissing and sucking, swirling and flicking. Lapping up all my wetness like it’s his sustenance.
He goes down on a woman like he plays football. He holds nothing back. He leaves it all on the bed as he worships me with his lips and mouth and tongue.
His scruff scrapes my thigh, and his hands spread me wide open, holding my legs so that I have to submit to his mouth.
To his desire too.
I grip his hair, watching him eat me till he’s groaning, gripping my ass hard, and…oh, god…he’s so aroused he’s humping the bed.
It’s such a filthy, beautiful sight, his need. I’m rocking against his face, letting go of all the what ifs, giving in completely.
But abruptly, he stops and springs up to stand.
Tension slams back into me. I close my legs. “What? Is everything okay?”
“I need you to do something,” he says as he shucks off his jeans in seconds, like he’s entering a contest for clothing removal.
“Tell me.” I sound desperate. I feel desperate to know we’re okay.
“Sit on my face,” he says.
Ohhh.
Oh, yes.
I pant out a yes as he pushes off his boxer briefs.
His dick is hard and throbbing. He gives it a tug. I nearly lose my mind. He prowls back onto the bed, grabs my hips, and jerks me on top of him. He’s not gentle. He’s rough and hungry. “Ride me, baby. Don’t hold back.”
I don’t know if this is a sex lesson or a Carter demand, but I’ll take either one. “I’ve never done it like this before,” I whisper.
His smile is filthy. Full of pride too. “Give me that first. Give it to me now.”
He smacks my ass hard, urging me closer to his mouth. For a second, I think about what I’m doing, and it’s a little absurd—humping a man’s face with my pussy.
But an order is an order.
I straddle him, and he yanks me down. I reach for the headboard, needing something to hold onto. As I rock against him, I look behind me, my gaze traveling the length of his hard body to his cock.
Thick, hungry, and leaking at the tip.
I ache, and I chase that ache on his face. Taking a page from his playbook, I don’t hold back either. I use him—his mouth and his scruff and his lips until I’m tossing my head back and shouting his name. My world turns black and beautiful as I detonate, sinking into a land of chaotic, erotic bliss.
One I’d like to spend a lot more time in with him.