Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
I gently sucked one of her nipples into my mouth while my hand caressed and fondled the other. Her breathing escalated. Both of her soft, delicate hands made their way up my chest, gripping my hair as she gyrated her hips forward to the edge of the dresser.
Her silent plea to keep going.
I continued my pursuit of her smooth skin, leaving a trail of desire in my wake. Kissing her belly next, I gazed up at her with just my eyes as she looked down at me, watching everything I did through a dark, dilated, intensified stare.
I grinned. “There’s my girl.”
She smiled, biting her bottom lip in a sinful yet innocent way that only Hazel could pull off. Her hands let go of my hair to lean back for support while my teeth latched onto the front of her silk panties. My hands went to the sides of the elastic binding, deliberately sliding them down her legs in a slow, tantalizing rhythm before getting on my knees to slide them down her legs.
She still wore heels and was adamant that she would wear them, no matter how big she became with her pregnancy. It was sexy as fuck; she was sexy as fuck.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about eating your pussy today,” I groaned, grabbing her right foot and perching it on the side of the counter as I licked my way to her core.
I leaned back, sitting on my ankles once I was done. I needed to see her sitting there, completely spread open for me. I let my predatory regard do all the talking for me as I admired the view of her wet pussy.
I could have come from that alone.
“I need you to know that you didn’t have to do that for me today with your parents.”
“I need you to know,” she repeated, “that I meant every word.”
Making me lose all control.
Hazel
I couldn’t believe he was doing this, here, in his bedroom of all places, but when Ledger put his mind to something, anything… there was no telling him no.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
There I sat, completely open for him and showing him every last part of me. It didn’t matter that he’d seen me countless times before. Each time he looked at me, it felt like the first. I had always loved his bright green eyes that held everything he could sometimes never say. They always spoke volumes.
The desire.
The thirst.
The hunger.
It was all there.
Especially his love.
He was my home.
Mine.
As if he couldn’t take it any longer, he lunged forward, almost knocking me off the dresser to devour me.
Licking, sucking, eating…
My hands tangled in his hair, clutching on for dear life while my head fell back and my eyes closed as he devoured me like a starved man who needed food. It didn’t take long until I panted and moaned his name, overwhelmed by his sweet torture and coming apart for him.
“Fuck…” he breathed out, and our stares locked. “You taste so fucking good. I will never be able to get enough of your sweet pussy. Does that feel good, baby? Tell me how good.”
He didn’t give me a chance to answer before his tongue immediately moved to my opening, and he growled the second his tongue dipped inside, licking me clean. He made love to me with his mouth for what felt like hours, like he couldn’t get enough of my heat.
After I came for the third time, he kissed his way up my body, latching onto the sides of my face before he slid his tongue into my mouth, wanting me to savor my arousal from his lips.
I heard the rustling of his pants as he let them fall down his thighs, not bothering to remove any of his other clothing. His hands went around to my waist within seconds, and he effortlessly picked me up off the counter like I weighed nothing when that was far from the case.
He laid me on the bed, ordering, “Get on your knees for me, sugar.”
I did, sticking my ass out for him.
In one deep thrust, he was balls deep inside me.
“Ledger,” I panted, unable to hold it in any longer.
We moaned in unison, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of being connected as one as we molded into what felt like one person. He held my hips tightly in his grasp.
“Fuck,” he growled, grabbing me harder and more demanding.
And with that, he started to glide in and out of me.
“You always feel so deep this way.”
“You can take it.”
We eyed each other from the mirror in front of us, and I showed him everything he wanted. Everything he needed. How I was his and only his. How I’d always been.
Our eyes remained in tune with one another, watching what the other was giving. It took all my willpower not to let my eyes roll to the back of my head. We were both gasping and breathless for air. Our moans were getting louder and heavier.