Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 138683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 555(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
I knew it was true.
Possession flashed through his expression, and my hands shook out of control when I rose higher on my knees and dipped my fingers into the band of his underwear. Those shakes turned into straight up tremors as I carefully drew them down his legs, setting his penis free.
It bobbed up high on his stomach.
My belly twisted, and I was pressing my thighs together as a newfound desire throbbed like a life beat at my center.
He was thick and fat and so freaking long, and the air was getting locked somewhere on the way out of my lungs.
Honestly, I had no clue what to do with that thing.
But I wanted it.
I wanted it deep and everywhere, and I was pretty sure Milo knew it because his hand fisted in my hair, his warning a low desperation when he growled, “You’d be better off if you didn’t take to looking at me like that.”
“You act like I can stop,” I whispered as I reached up and wrapped my hand around the base of him.
My spirit trembled, and my heart raced, a drum, drum, drumming that pummeled my ribs.
His hand twitched in my hair, the man so gorgeous where he towered over me. Every hulking muscle in his body was tense, bristling with strength.
“Don’t fall for me, Tessa.”
“Don’t worry, Milo, it’s just fake, remember?”
“Is it? I think you’re a liar, Little Dove.”
I figured we both were.
I leaned forward and licked him from base to tip, riding up to the fat, swollen head of him.
I gently kissed the tip.
His stomach flexed as he jolted forward. “Tiny Tease.”
I ran my tongue over the slit, wondering exactly who I’d become when I found myself relishing the salty taste of the precum that leaked from his dick.
Awed that my freedom was here.
That this was no longer chains or obligation.
It was only the truth that Milo wanted me, and I wanted him, no matter what faulty bargain we’d come to. The terms that it would end.
The only thing that counted in this single moment was this. This broken man who needed to be touched. One who thought himself wicked when I was sure he might be the best man I’d ever met.
I curled my lips around his head, applying the smallest amount of pressure, before I flicked my tongue over the little notch at the base.
Milo hissed, and his hand curled tighter in my hair, the muscles in his abdomen flexing in greed. “Are you playing with me?”
The threat of a smile pulled at my lips, and I whispered against his tip, “Never.”
I sucked him deep. As far as I could take him, my lips stretched so wide around him that I was having a hard time not using my teeth.
Milo grunted. “Yes, baby, just like that. That mouth…knew it was going to be my ruin.”
I tightened my hand at the base, stroking him in time with my mouth because there was no chance I could take all of him.
I rode him back to his head, sucking before I gave him another good lick.
Milo grumbled and shook. “Fuck me, Little Dove.”
His hips began to rock, pulsing deeper and deeper with each stroke.
My body glowed with want. With the perfection of giving him what he needed. Of touching this man in a way I’d wanted to touch him for what felt like forever. Like maybe I’d been coming up on this moment for my entire life.
Yeah.
I was so going to get my heart broken.
I knew it, the way emotion gathered and swept and gusted through me in an unrelenting force as I twisted this man up in oblivion.
In ecstasy.
I could feel it in the sheen of bliss that built across his beautiful body.
He moaned as his hips began to snap.
I felt it the second he let go.
When he drove himself into my mouth as deep as I could take him.
Milo came with a roar.
With a thunder that pounded the room as he pulsed and jerked, pouring into my throat.
He held me by the back of the head while I swallowed him down.
I led him through his orgasm before I slowly eased him out of my mouth, and the man had me by the chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.
This battered man who looked like chaos. A perfect disorder. A flawless tragedy.
My Beautiful Beast.
“You are better than I ever could have imagined,” he murmured.
Emotion clogged my throat. “I liked it, pleasing you.”
His thumb swept over my swollen lips. “Nothing’s ever felt so good as you.”
The second he said it, I could see the guilt that streaked through his expression.
“I guess it might have been a good distraction.” I forced a weak smile.
He blinked, so soft. “That’s exactly what you are, Little Dove. A perfect distraction, and I’m afraid I’m gonna lose sight.”
“And what if I can help you see?”