Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Moving from her lips to her neck, I bite down on it just hard enough to make her aware of what she’ll get if she continues to fight me.
“I’ll not hurt you, Eden,” I whisper and start to place small kisses around the spot I bit. “But I will do what’s best for you.”
“I’m a fucking adult, Jude,” she hisses as I yank her tank top over her shoulder blades with her bra straps.
“Someone’s been a naughty, naughty girl,” I say, plucking at one of her bra straps. “I fucking hate your breasts being covered in a bra.”
Growling at me, she tries to shove me away again.
I shake my head and force the tank top and bra down to her elbows so that her heavy breasts spill out.
My mind momentarily goes blank looking at the sexy orbs begging to be kissed and all I can do is stare like a lovesick babe. They’re fucking glorious, magical, and heavenly.
Eden’s tits make me almost drool and cause my cock to become so fucking hard that I can barely think straight.
You’re on a mission right now, I remind myself.
Having her arms somewhat trapped to her sides, I look into her eyes. She’s still angry at me, but something else crosses her features when I stare back at her.
She knows my need and she knows I save my worship for her and her alone. She’s the goddess in the skies, the bringer of life, and veiled mistress of death.
“I’ll cause you no pain, Eden,” I remind her quietly before I pull her hips closer to the edge of the counter.
I lean forward and press my forehead against hers. “I swear my life to yours. I’ll worship at your altar for the rest of my days.”
“Jude,” she whispers, “you can’t possibly…”
Not letting her finish whatever blasphemy she planned to say, I kiss her again. There’s more than one way to a woman’s heart.
Wrapping my left arm around her, I lift her up and use my right hand to start yanking her pants down her waist. Her arms tightly trapped, she powerless, unable to stop me from yanking the leggings over her juicy ass.
Twisting us around, I walk us over to the kitchen table and sit her bare ass on the wood.
She yelps. “Shit, the table is cold.”
Not as cold as my heart was before you, I think.
Yanking her leggings down her legs and past her socks, I grin as I toss the black material over my shoulder.
“Dammit, Jude!” she snaps at me.
Kneeling, I pull her ass to the edge of the table then spread her thighs wide with my hands.
Looking up between her thick thighs, I say, “It’ll warm up soon, my love.”
Lifting her legs over each of my shoulders, my grin grows wider. This is going to be delicious. I can already smell the faintest hints of arousal from her. She may fight and hate me at times, but she cannot possibly deny her craven need of me.
“I’ve never—” she cuts off the moment my tongue grazes carefully against her inner thigh.
We’ll explore those words later. I care not what she’s never done.
Only what I will do to her.
Moving my hands up to secure her hips, I pull her pussy directly in front of me. Her delicate folds are there, on prominent display. And I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as her spread before me in this moment in time.
Tilting my head only slightly, I move my mouth to her pussy and give her a small lick of my tongue. No rushing this, I want it to last for her. My tongue brushes her lips, swipes here and then there. Never in any rhythmic pattern.
I want her curious and aroused before I settle into her clit for the first time.
Pushing my tongue deep between her lips, I feel a hand grasp my hair tightly and hear her groan out a long breath.
Licking upwards, I swirl my tongue around her tiny clit twice before I give in and allow myself to finally flick it.
The heels of her feet slam into my back as she pulls me hard into her pussy. “Holy shit!”
I’d be grinning right now if I wasn’t trying to make this last for her. I want her desperate for her climax. I want to feel her body shake and quiver over and over. She needs to beg me to bring her over the peak of the mountain I intend her to climb.
Moving my hands from where I was holding her hips, I slide them down to pull her thighs further apart. I need more room to work.
Licking and swirling my tongue around her clit again, I move my right hand from her thigh and slowly push my finger into her grasping core. She’s soaking wet right now, and the taste is ambrosia to my soul.