Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27610 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
One of her legs lifts up, trying to wrap around my waist. I move, giving her the room she needs to climb me like a tree. She may think she’s doing it for me, but I’m a selfish asshole, grumpy to most when they’re pissing me off and ruining my day. Clementine Sinclair is the exception to the rule. She could run into my house like she’s run full force into my heart, and I’d take every mark and every bruise to have her in my arms like this.
“Clay.” She pulls back. My lips move down her neck, nipping at the skin.
“You good with where this is going, sweetheart?” I suck on the column of her throat right below her ear at first, ready to create a necklace of my marks around her throat.
“I’m more than good. Had it been up to me, we’d have done this last night.” Her voice has an edge to it, one that I put there, and we’ve barely scratched the surface.
“Had my reasons. Those are gone now. You’re not complaining of any aches and pains, you’ve slept, I’ve slept, so I’m about to sink my cock deep inside you, sweetheart.” I drop her to her feet. I’ll be taking her right here and now. What I won’t be doing is fighting with our clothes when I’m on my knees with my head buried between her shapely thighs.
“Yes, I want that so much, and just so we’re clear, I’m on birth control and all of that other stuff that isn’t sexy at all.” I watch as she grabs the end of her white shirt, pulling it up her body, and when it clears her tits, I’m ready to get down on one knee and beg for her to never fucking leave me. “Clay?” she questions once the fabric is off her body and she’s standing there in only boxers. My eyes have a hard-as-fuck time leaving her chest to look into her eyes. I lick my lips. I’ll for sure be taking my time when I wrap them around the sweetest damn nipples I’ve ever seen in my whole goddamn life.
“Yeah, sweetheart.” I’m still in a fucking daze, yet I’m not missing out on a single moment. My hand moves to the button of my jeans, opening the fly and pulling my cock out.
“Are you good with going bare? I don’t have condoms on me, and the thought of moving this to another room doesn’t make me leap with joy.” Clementine watches as I slowly stroke my cock upwards and downwards before pinching the tip to keep myself from coming before I want to.
“More than fuckin’ good, Clementine. Lose the shorts.” I let my jeans drop to the floor and step out of them, then walk right back to her as she shimmies out of her pajama bottoms. Her back hits the refrigerator, and my hand goes to her hip, holding her steady.
“Clay.” My name tumbles off her lips in a soft sigh.
“Clementine, gonna feast on your pretty nipples, then drop down to my knees and taste you directly from the source. And when you’ve come, I’m going to fuck you right here until you’ve taken every drop of my cum in your sweet body.”
CHAPTER 11
Minnie
Clay is true to his word. He nips, sucks, and licks at my skin until he lands near my breast. Still, he doesn’t go where I need him the most. He’s building me up slowly which, truth be told, I’m not the least bit surprised. Clay Garcia seems like the type of man who will take his time and won’t finish until he knows the job is done completely. His tongue skates around my nipple, first one and then the other, not taking it into his mouth no matter how much I arch my body.
“More.” My hands go to the back of his head, attempting to hold him to my breast. It doesn’t work. He’s a man on a mission, chipping away at my patience one devastating lick at a time. In the grand scheme of things, the wait will be more than worth it, and in the meantime, I’ll keep pressing my thighs together, clenching the muscles back and forth.
“You want something, sweetheart, tell me,” he whispers across my skin. The wetness he left in his wake only makes me shiver with goose bumps even more.
“I want your mouth on my nipples.” Clay’s looking up at me as he drags his tongue around the puckered flesh again and again. My eyes close, head slamming back on the refrigerator. A shocking contrast, the cold metal to my heated skin.
“Then that’s what you’ll get.” He wraps his lips around one nipple, sucking it deeply into his mouth. An electrical jolt radiates through me. My leg hikes over his hip, trying to gain some type of friction, needing to come so badly I’d do anything to ride out the feeling he gives to me. He moves from one to the other, giving both the attention I crave and desire. What he doesn’t do is linger too long. Nope, he's hellbent on making me squirm.