Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 116132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
I bit the edge of my mouth and soaked in his compliment as my fingers found the hem of my underwear.
"No. Come here," he ordered, standing up from the couch.
I paused and walked toward him, nervous of how I would react when he finally touched me.
"Lay back on the couch with your legs hanging off," he instructed. I did as he said. My brown hair fanned out around my face and a few of the silky strands cascaded down my neck and over my breasts.
He came to stand over me. His hands ran down my body, brushing my hair aside and cupping my breasts. He stole the air in the room as his fingers toyed with my nipples. I arched my head back and whimpered as he traced the outline of my breasts and then bent to mark the same path with his tongue. His mouth clamped over each nipple and I could feel dampness pooling in my silky underwear. I hated that he was still fully clothed. I felt like I was at his mercy. So I reached up and cupped him through his designer trousers. He was thick and hard against my small palm. I traced the outline of his length and licked my lips when I heard his shallow hiss in response to my touch.
He backed up, disconnecting my hand, so that he could unbutton his shirt and toss it aside. His sensuous muscles made him look aggressive, rugged, and untamable. His tattoos drew over the sharp contours and I wanted to reach my hand out and trace each black line.
His hands reached down to unbuckle his belt and I watched with rapt attention as he pulled the black leather out of the loops. His wicked grin told me he knew what I was thinking. I could feel my cheeks flush with color as he unbuttoned his trousers, but he didn't unzip them yet. He came to stand between my legs.
He was already taller than me, but when I was lying down, our proportions were thrown off even more. I felt small and helpless, especially when he reached down and peeled my panties down my legs.
I lifted my hips so that he could drag them lower and I knew he could see all of me from that angle. His gaze focused between my legs and he practically licked his lips as he bent down to have a quick taste. I wasn't prepared for his tongue and I bucked my hips as his lips hit my bundle of nerves. It was too much too soon, and I gently twisted my hips, trying to dull the intense sensation.
He wasn't having it. His strong arms pressed my thighs apart on the couch so that I was completely bared to him. He stared up at me as his tongue stroked up and down, working me into a frenzy of passion and lust.
I couldn't wait any longer. I dragged my toes up his trousers. He was rock hard and I wanted to know what he'd feel like deep inside me. I wanted to wrap myself around him and scream his name.
"Greedy little thing," he accused with a dark smirk. He swatted my foot away and took one more taste before standing back to his full height. He reached into his back pocket, retrieved a condom, and then finally pushed his pants and boxer briefs to the ground. I'd seen him before, but this angle magnified every single inch of his smooth skin. He expertly rolled on the condom and then he wrapped his strong hands around my thighs.
I squealed as he tugged my body to the end of the couch so that my ass was right on the edge. He separated my legs and bent his knees until he was positioned perfectly.
"Do you want this, baby?" he asked with a sharp tone.
I nodded instantly. It wasn't a question I had to consider. "Yes," I said, begging him to sink into me.
His stomach muscles clenched in tandem as he positioned himself at my entrance. I tried to take in everything at once. His bulging arms, his strong thighs, his divine lips, and his dark eyes that were focused directly on what was going on between us.
When he slid into me I moaned his name, and he didn't stop until he was pressed in to the hilt.
"Fuck," he growled, dragging the word out so that it rolled down my spine and made my toes curl.
Once he was in me, there was no going back. Liam wasn't a slow and steady type of guy. He was a world-class athlete whose body was made for professional level sporting events. I was learning in that moment that it was also made for professional-level fucking. He slid in and out of me, standing up and leveraging himself into me. The angle gave him so much control and I couldn't temper the soft cries that fell out of my mouth every time he pulled out and sank back into me.