Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
“Baby.”
“Hmm?” she asked.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?’
“For being a selfish lover.”
“It was perfect.”
“But you didn’t…”
She giggled. “Do you think I care? This is exactly what I needed and wanted. You. Wanting me. Loving me. I honestly never thought—” She choked up.
I rolled over onto my side and stroked her cheek. “Don’t cry, love. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
“I never dreamed you could love me.”
I laughed slightly. “And I never dreamed you could love me.”
“What’s not to love?”
The fact that I’m Derek Wolfe’s son. But I didn’t say it. I simply caressed her cheek once more. “I could say the same.”
“I’m broken. So broken.”
“You’re not,” I said. “You’re perfect.”
“Hardly.”
“Perfect for me, then.”
She smiled. “And you’re perfect for me. I don’t care whose son you are. I only care that you’re you. Reid. The man I love.”
I brushed my lips gently over hers.
“Still,” she said. “So much to get through.”
“I know, baby. I know.” I drew in a breath and let it out slowly. “But we have some time right now. Time for us. We can think about the rest of the shitshow later.”
She smiled weakly. “I like that idea.”
“You’re going to like my next idea even better. I promise.” I rose and went into her adjacent bathroom, wet a cloth with warm water, and cleaned between her legs.
“That’s sweet.”
“Not really. I have an ulterior motive.”
“What’s that?”
I threw the washcloth on the floor and bent my head between her legs. “This.”
Her beauty stoned me like a drug. Her pussy was pink and swollen, and her clit large and welcoming. I slid my tongue between her folds.
“Oh!” she gasped.
“Mmm,” I growled. “Delicious.”
“I want…”
I looked up and met her gaze. “What?”
“I want to taste you too.”
“I won’t say no to that.” I rolled up next to her and lay on my back. “Come here.” I pulled her on top of me. “Turn around and straddle my face.”
“Reid?”
“Sixty-nine, my love. Gives us both the best positioning.”
“But I—”
“Hey”—I stroked her lower lip—“you’ll be perfect. I promise.”
No lie. I didn’t care if she was experienced or a novice. I just wanted those lips around my cock and my tongue inside her sweet pussy. Then I could die a happy man.
Fuck! Where had that thought come from?
No one was dying here. Not on my watch.
But…I had no idea what we were getting into. This was Dad’s private island. So far, all I’d seen was his first wife—actually, his legal wife, if the documents were to be believed—and the dock. The island was large for a private island. Who knew what the rest of it held?
“Enough,” I said aloud.
Zee widened her eyes. “Enough what?”
I smiled and pushed all other thoughts out of my mind. “Enough of you not straddling my face, baby. Come on.”
She turned around and I helped her get into position. Her beautiful pussy hovered above me. I grabbed her hips and brought her down onto my mouth.
Sweet tang.
“Oh!” She rubbed against me.
“Yeah,” I said into her. “Just like that, baby. Ride my face.”
She hadn’t yet leaned down to take my cock. That was okay. She could go at her own speed. All I wanted was to eat her up.
I dived into her heat.
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Sparks shot through me. I couldn’t help myself as my body moved seemingly of its own accord. I slid against his mouth, moving from clit and back again and again and again.
I opened my eyes. His cock was hard. So hard and big. I wanted to make him happy. Wanted that more than anything.
So I leaned forward and took the salty head between my lips.
His growl vibrated against my pussy.
I licked the tip of him, swirled my tongue around it, and then sank my mouth down.
I couldn’t take all of him, but I took over half. Then some more. And a little more. The sensations coursing through me seemed to spur me on—as if his work on me made me work on him. I sank down and then up his hard, warm cock.
Again, he growled. Every time I took more of him, he growled, his vibrations flowing into me and out of me and through me.
He tasted of salt and spice and man. Of everything I’d ever dreamed of.
And this made him feel good.
Which meant it made me feel good. Everything. Him eating me. Me sucking him. The feel of my breasts against his taut abs. The tickle of his pubic hair against my chin. And his mouth on my clit, his teeth nipping at my labia.
Then—
“My God!” I shattered into a climax when he shoved a finger into me.
I sucked him nearly to the back of my throat, in time with his finger. I sucked him hard and fast as the spasms shot through me, through my pussy and outward into my fingers and toes.
Harder and harder I sucked him. Harder and harder, until—
“Fuck, baby!” He lifted me off his mouth. “Turn around. Ride me.”