Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
“More,” he said as he tossed me down onto the bed, making me bounce for a second before he was reaching out, grabbing my ankles, and yanking me to the edge, my ass damn near hanging off as he went down to his knees, then buried himself between my thighs.
My whole body jolted hard as his tongue slid up my cleft before finding my clit and starting to work it.
Back arching off the bed, my hands moved down, grabbing his hair and holding him in place as he continued to lick.
His hand moved between my legs, slipping inside of me once again to start thrusting as his tongue circled my clit.
It wasn’t long before he had me teetering on that edge, then threw me right over, leaving me crashing down into an orgasm that made me damn near have an out of body experience with its intensity.
“Fuck,” I hissed when I finally stopped crashing.
Slash was running his lips over my inner thighs then, and the unexpected sweetness had me suddenly folding up to a seated position as I yanked him up to his feet.
Then my hands were on his button and zipper, working them free, then reaching inside to free his cock, taking his long, thick length into my hand and stroking him to the hilt as I angled my head up to watch him.
His eyes narrowed.
His breath escaped on a hiss.
Leaning forward, I traced my tongue across the head of his cock, feeling his body shudder at the sensation.
His hand slammed down on the back of my neck, fingers curling in hard, as I slowly started to suck him into my mouth.
Slash didn’t strike me as a man who wanted to be teased, so I worked him hard and fast until he gathered a handful of my hair, yanking hard enough to send little shots of delicious pain across my scalp as he held me in place, and started to fuck my mouth.
The primal noises he made then had me pressing my thighs together to ease the ache that was growing once again, demanding relief.
Then his hand was releasing me and his cock was sliding out of my lips.
In one slick motion, Slash’s shirt and cut were off and on the floor, giving me a view I had never seen before.
What he kept hidden under those clothes.
Which was a fine-ass build with all those yummy muscles that made you want to trace with your tongue.
Again, he was covered in ink.
And, again, that ink just barely masked all the scars all over him.
What the hell had happened to him?
But then he was reaching for a condom, rolling it on, then reaching down, grabbing my knees, and yanking up, making me fall back on the bed as he pulled my legs up to his shoulders, then reached for his cock, tapping it against my pussy for a moment before sliding it down, then surging inside of me with one hard, deep thrust.
“Fuck,” we both hissed at the exact same moment as my walls tightened around him.
There was no time to stop and savor, though.
We were both too needy, too far gone.
His arms pinned my legs to my chest as he started to fuck me.
Fast, deep.
Then harder and harder as my moans grew.
With a growl, he pressed my knees to my chest, and the new position made me feel him even more acutely as he fucked me harder still, taking me up and through an orgasm that had me crying out his name as the waves crashed through me.
He fucked me through it, but didn’t come with me.
Instead, he kept fucking me, driving me up once again.
Then he was grabbing me, turning me, getting me on all fours, then surging back inside of me as his hand fisted in my hair, yanking back, using the strands to hold me in place as he fucked me so hard that he threatened to move the bed across the room.
And it was bolted to the fucking wall.
His other hand moved between my thighs, engaging my clit as he continued to fuck me, driving me up faster.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled, voice tense, getting close. “Come for me again,” he demanded.
Then, not long after, I did, crying out as he slammed deep, coming with a curse.
I collapsed forward as soon as he released my hair, completely wiped out, winded, and almost fuzzy with the remnants of the orgasm.
I was vaguely aware of Slash walking into the bathroom, likely to deal with the condom, then coming back.
I half-expected him to quickly dress and head out, realizing what a fuck up this was. A very satisfying fuck up, but a fuck up nonetheless.
But, instead, the mattress beside me depressed as he spread out beside me.
Then there was a sharp slap to my bare ass cheek, the sound ricocheting off the surfaces in the room.