Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 72156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“Sure.”
She leaves the living room and disappears behind a door.
Her bedroom.
With a bed.
A bed where I can fuck her into next week.
All I need to do is walk in on her. Our hot as hell chemistry will do the rest.
I try to stop myself. Really I do, but I walk to the closed door. I hold up my hand to knock when she opens it and gasps as she comes face to face with me.
“Falcon! What are you doing?”
I grab her, slide my tongue up the side of her neck to her ear. “Coming to you,” I whisper. “I can’t stay away from you, Vannah. I want you. I have to fucking have you.”
She sighs and melts into me, eliciting a groan from my very core.
I nip her earlobe and then nibble on her neck. She smells like a fantasy. A fucking tropical fantasy. Coconut, beach, roses.
My cock is straining in my jeans.
I walk, pushing her back into her bedroom along with me, until the back of her legs hit the queen-size bed.
Fuck, Vannah’s bed.
“Has anyone fucked you in this bed, Vannah?” I ask, my voice gruff.
She swallows. “No, Falcon.”
I narrow my eyes. “Do you want me to fuck you in this bed?”
She breathes in sharply. “I…”
I grab her wrists. “Tell me, Vannah. Tell me you want me to fuck you right here. Right here in your bed.”
“I…do.” She meets my gaze, her eyes blazing. “I want that, Falcon.”
I draw in a breath, exhale, breathe in again. My heart is beating double time. “How much do you want it, Vannah? How much do you want my hard cock inside that tight little pussy of yours?”
“Oh, God…” she sighs.
“I’ve never seen your titties, Vannah. Never sucked on your hard nipples. I’ve never stuffed my tongue up your hot little cunt. I want to do all that, Vannah. And then I want those ruby red lips of yours on my cock. I want you deep-throating me. Then I want to thrust into that sweet pussy of yours and drive you to the brink. Tell me you want all that too. Tell me. Tell me now.”
“I…”
I tighten my hold on her wrists. “I said tell me. Tell me, or I’m going to spank that luscious little ass of yours until it’s red as a fire truck.”
She gasps, pulling away.
But her cheeks are rosy pink, and her nipples hard and protruding against the cotton camisole she changed into.
“Naughty girl, Vannah. Did you forget to put on your bra?”
She crosses her arms over her chest and sits down on her bed. “Falcon…”
“I know you want it as much as I do.” I stand over her so the bulge of my cock is right at the level of her sexy mouth. “I just need you to say it. Say it, Vannah, and I’ll take you to fucking paradise.”
33
SAVANNAH
My skin is tight over my flesh, as if I’ve been wrapped in plastic. I’m aching between my legs, and my nipples are so hard and straining I feel like they’re about to pop off.
“Show me, Vannah,” Falcon says in his low, dark voice. “Pull that shirt right over your head and show me those pretty tits of yours. Show me those hard little nipples, or I swear to God I’ll go Savage on you.”
Without thinking, I uncross my arms, and though I don’t pull off my shirt, my hands go straight to my nipples and I pluck each one.
He groans.
A deep and guttural groan. “Fuck…”
I pull at my nipples, twist them through the cotton.
“Wouldn’t it feel better if I were doing that?” he asks, still standing above me, his gaze penetrating mine.
“God…” I twist my nipples harder.
“Take off that shirt, Savannah. Take it off and show me those gorgeous tits.”
I let one hand wander down to my waist where I lift the fabric of my shirt. A second later, the camisole is over my head and I throw it to the floor. My breasts fall against my chest, and my nipples… They’re so hard… So aching…
He sucks in a breath. “My God, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”
The heat from my cheeks creeps down to the tops of my breasts, making them round and rosy.
“Play with those nipples again, Vannah. Make yourself feel good.” He adjusts the bulge in his jeans.
“But you said…”
“Yeah. I said. And I’m going to give them all the attention they deserve. But first I want a feast for my eyes. I want to watch you play with yourself.” He’s staring at me, glaring even, as if he’s a wolf and I’m his next meal. “God, your tits are perfect. Play with them, Vannah. Make them ache for me.”
They’re already aching for him. All I can think about is having his full lips sucking on them, nibbling on them.
But something in his voice makes me want to obey his command. So I let my fingers wander to them again, and first I caress them lightly, and then I pull on them. A jolt arrows straight between my legs, and I squirm, letting out a low moan.