Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 117451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
I think about the strangeness of his request, the way I saw him with his hand on Priscilla’s throat, and I can hear him in the limo: “You’re riding an awful fucking lot on intuition.” I try to feel some of the recommended skepticism as his fingers stroke my cheeks, his lips moving over my temples, teasing my ear. And, right there, he groans and shudders like he’s lost control, and pulls my hips against his lower body.
“No, open them. Open them, Libby. I want to see your beautiful eyes.”
His eyes are dazed and heavy-lidded, and when I look into them, I swear I feel a swell of heat between my legs. I nod, then arch up and lick my way into his mouth. We kiss until I’m so worked up, I’m gasping. Hunter’s body is warm and weighty, hard and solid. He’s got an arm around my back, holding me against him, and another one behind my head. I grab his hips as he rocks against me with increased frenzy, panting, “Oh God, Libby. Oh fuck.”
He’s unfastening my robe, his fingers trembling. His tongue is lapping at my nipple, his hand holding up my teddy.
“Hunter…” I fumble with the button of his jeans, and he groans.
“No,” he pants. “You first.”
He ducks and pulls my panties down, and then hoists me onto the bed with my legs hanging off the side, over his shoulders. Before I know it, his tongue is pushing into my slit, laving me right where I’m throbbing. I’m coming off the mattress, tugging on his hair, and I can only moan as he tongues me, pushes two fingers in, and fucks me till I’m pushing myself up against his face.
I come undone with a harsh cry, clamping my legs around his head. He grins when he lifts his head, and I can feel his stiff erection pressed against my bare leg through the denim of his jeans. I try to reach for it, but he stands fully, moving out of my reach.
“Why not?” I murmur.
His hazy eyes widen. “Do you want to?”
“Yes. Of course.”
I sit up and grab his shoulders, pulling him down on me. He laughs as I paw at his chest, trying to reach what I’m seeking. I shove him lightly off me, so he’s lying on his back beside me. Now it’s me between his legs, unzipping his pants and freeing that huge, hard erection. I work his jeans down his hips, pull his boxers back, and there is all of Hunter—long, stiff cock and taut, full balls and hair-strewn thighs. I can feel a needy tug between my legs as I lean down and lap at his cockhead with my tongue’s slick tip.
I lick the tiny slit and trace around his flanged rim, and his hips buck. He lets out a ragged moan and grips my hair. “Agh, Libby…”
I lick up and down his porno-worthy member, making his legs flex and his hand fist in my hair.
“You like that?” I whisper.
He makes a ragged sound, cupping my head, and I return to my work. I suck his head against the inside of my mouth and pump his shaft while my other hand cups his balls. I take him deeper, licking his rod-stiff length just like an ice cream cone—the way I practiced.
I suck my cheeks in, and he tugs my hair. I roll my tongue around his tip and squeeze him just a little tighter. I can feel his balls tauten in my palm. I cup them and rub my thumb between them, and I can taste something—primal and distinct—before he moans again and shifts his hips.
I take him slowly deeper, breathing through my nose as I relax my throat and swallow carefully. I can feel his cock throb and I take him deeper still, aware of how I’m throbbing, fighting the need to squirm and rub myself against something. The need to have what’s in my mouth shoved deep inside me.
I’m so desperate, I moan as I’m blowing him, and then with a surprising jerk, he’s out of my mouth, his hand gripping his cock as he spills creamy white cum down his shaft and in between his fingers.
Oh my God, that’s so hot.
He blinks down at his hand, and then he looks up at me. I laugh and I grab a shirt from the floor, holding it up with my brows arched. He reaches for it, and I let him take it, feeling just a bit too shy to clean him up—although I’d like to.
When he’s finished, I think he’ll lie back and shut his eyes. Instead he reaches for me. I step into his arms and he wraps me against his chest, still heaving slightly from his panting. I kiss his hair and he pulls me onto the bed beside him, wrapping his body around mine from behind.