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)
“No, Milo, I don’t want to do you in. I want to make you feel alive, the same way you make me feel.”
A desperate moan rolled from her when I barely sank my teeth into the flesh of her round bottom, my fingers burrowing into her waist as I drew her closer to me.
Her perfect ass in the air was nearly more than I could take.
Desire radiated from her being, saturating her flesh.
“What do you need, Little Dove?”
“You. Just you.”
My finger slipped beneath the crotch of her underwear, and I drew the wet fabric to the side.
“Shit, baby, look at you.”
Her slit was pink and swollen, her silky arousal seeping out at the seam. I traced the tip of my finger through it before I watched myself drive the single digit in.
All the way until I was to the knuckle in her tight cunt.
“Your pussy is so sweet, Little Dove. Knew it was going to be.”
“Milo.” She rocked back.
Delirium.
That’s what I had to be suffering from.
No sense.
No rationale.
Just this girl and this moment and taking her to that heightened place where she wanted to be.
I drew my finger out and drove it back in slow, before I pulled it all the way out so my tongue could take its place. Using my hands, I spread her cheeks wide.
I devoured her.
Her clit.
Her pussy.
Her asshole.
Wanted to make every single one of them mine.
Fuck her. Keep her. Love her.
I squeezed my eyes closed at the barrage of thoughts, focusing on bringing her to the ecstasy that she kept affording me.
She mewled this desperate sound that landed like lust on my brain.
“Milo, please.”
I flipped her over onto her back, catching her off guard. She gasped in surprise before her hips were jutting off the ground as her heels dug into the grass.
Begging.
The girl dripping and pleading.
I angled back so I could rip her underwear down her legs, and there was Tessa, all spread out on my lawn, her chest heaving, her belly flat and quivering, her tits barely concealed by the red lace of her bra.
Her hair was stringy from the lake, spread all around her, red tendrils that snaked around her face.
A dark goddess.
A red siren.
My seduction.
My ruin.
So fucking sweet when she looked up with those eyes that pierced me through.
Sharp as a blade.
Deep as a knife.
“Take me.”
“Not gonna fuck you, Tessa, but I’m going to make you fly.”
I gripped her by the hips and lifted her high, hooking her legs over my shoulders as I dove back in. My tongue drove deep into the well of her body before I changed course so I could suck and lap at her engorged clit.
I plunged two fingers into her pussy.
Deep, deep, deep.
Her nails dug into the soft soil of the grass like it could keep her grounded. “Please.”
My cock was so fucking hard, this sweet thing so tempting. My free hand curved around the top of her thigh, and my fingers burrowed into the flesh while the others stroked deep inside her body.
I wound her to the place that had her writhing.
Her head swished back and forth, and her pleasure became something tangible in my hands.
Took only a minute for her to come unglued.
For bliss to break. For this treasure to crack.
Her walls tightened around my fingers when the orgasm blew through her body.
Tessa soared and flew.
Every muscle in her body trembled.
That rapture seeded way down deep.
Air rasped from her lungs, and she was nearly levitating from the ground as her pussy throbbed around my fingers.
I was the fool imagining it was my cock.
What it’d be like to just let go.
Get lost in this girl.
In her sweetness. In her belief. In the faith she kept pulling out from the wreckage like everything broken could once again belong to me.
I couldn’t go there.
Couldn’t.
I wouldn’t make it back.
Instead, I shoved down my underwear to my thighs, and I stroked myself while Tessa watched and writhed and whimpered at the sight.
“Tessa.” It was a twisted prayer getting loose of my soul as I dumped all over her belly.
We both struggled for breath, to come back down to reality.
A second later, Tessa flung an arm over her eyes, hiding her face as she let go of a wispy giggle. “Oh my God.”
“Are you going to get shy on me now, Little Dove?”
I reached out to tug at her arm so I could look at her, my chest stretching tight at seeing that adorable smile tugging at the edge of her lips.
“Where did you get that magic mouth, Milo Hendricks?”
A chuckle rumbled free because Tessa McDaniels surprised me at every turn.
“Funny, I was thinkin’ the same thing about you just last night.”
Everything about her went tender, and she reached up and set her palm on my cheek, her thumb soft as she ran it under my eye. “Well, we can’t deny it, now, can we? It’s a fact. We make a really great team.”