Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92417 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
I licked my lips. “How are the kids?”
“Fine. But I don’t want to talk about the kids right now.” He moved close enough to bury his face in my neck and slip his hands beneath my shirt. “Fuck, you smell good.”
“Thanks.”
His hands moved over my butt. “You came here without panties on?”
“I didn’t think they’d last long anyway.” I shivered as his lips and tongue worked down my throat.
“You were right.” He steered me backward toward the bed. “It’s bad enough you’re still wearing this shirt. You’ve been here at least thirty seconds.”
“Take it off me. It belonged to Neil anyway, and—”
“What?” His body immediately went tense. He picked up his head and stared at me, fury ablaze in his eyes.
“This T-shirt. It was Neil’s, but I—”
Before I could finish my sentence, Austin grabbed two fistfuls of cotton at my chest and fucking ripped it apart. He kept tearing until the shirt was split completely down the front, then he shoved it from my arms and threw it to the floor. It was as if the grizzly inked on his shoulder had taken control.
“Nothing of his will ever touch your skin again,” he fumed.
I didn’t know whether to be turned on or terrified at this display of possessive rage. But my heart was galloping like a racehorse, and my breath was coming in short, quick bursts. Between my legs, I felt the flutter of arousal, and my nipples were hard and tingling.
Turned on, it was.
“Fuck. I’m sorry.” The cords in Austin’s neck tightened, and his eyes closed for a moment. “I keep losing my shit today. I don’t know what it is. I just can’t fucking stand the thought of him near you, not even his shirt.”
I smiled coyly. “You’ll have to give me one of your shirts to replace it.”
“Deal.” He kissed me ravenously, his tongue sliding between my lips. His cock sprang to life between us, and I took it in one fist, wrapping my fingers around him, working my hand up and down the thickening shaft.
He slipped his hand between my legs. “You’re already wet,” he growled, his fingers easily gliding inside me.
“It’s your body. It does something to me.” Then I rose up on my toes to put my lips to his ear. “And now I’m going to do something to you.” I dropped to my knees, enjoying the sharp intake of his breath as I wrapped his swelling cock with both hands. “Something I’ve been thinking about all day.”
“All day, huh?” His voice was low and thick with desire.
“Maybe even all week.” I moved my fists up and down the hard length of his shaft, teased the soft, smooth tip with my tongue.
He groaned, his hands flexing into fists at his sides.
“Don’t tell me you haven’t.” I slid one hand between his thighs, cradling his balls in my palm.
“Haven’t what?”
I looked up at him coquettishly as I swirled my tongue around his crown. “Thought about this.”
“Only every other minute since I met you.”
I laughed and licked him root to tip, the skin hot and firm and ridged with veins. “Good.” I circled the ridge at the top and pumped my hand up and down his length, gratified by his deep, tortured moan when my lips hovered, wet and open, over the sensitive head. I tipped my head up and met his eyes again. “But before I do this, I want to make something clear.”
“I’ll give you a warning.”
“That’s not what I meant.” I stroked my lips with the tip like it was my lipstick, coating them with his salty taste. “I meant, I want it clear that you are not allowed to hold back.”
His hands moved into my hair. “Jesus.”
“I’m on my knees for you,” I whispered. “I want to make you feel good. Tell me what to do.”
An agonized growl rumbled from his chest. “I want your mouth on me.”
“Come on, you can do better than that.” I rubbed my lips up and down the underside of his erection. “Let me hear what you’re really thinking.”
“I want you to suck my cock.”
I smiled and took just the tip in my mouth, gave him a few playful little tugs.
His fists tightened in my hair. “I want to fuck your mouth so deep and hard, you choke when I come.”
And then I couldn’t talk anymore, because he was using his grip on my hair to hold my head steady while he pushed the full length of his cock between my lips, right up until the tip hit the back of my throat. He stopped there for a second, going completely still, so still I felt him thicken and pulse once inside my mouth. With an anguished groan, he began to rock his hips—slow, rhythmic thrusts that slid along my tongue, never quite withdrawing entirely, but always hitting the deepest reaches of my mouth. My eyes watered. My scalp stung. I struggled for breath, managing to grab a little air each time he pulled back.