Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 101001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 505(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 505(@200wpm)___ 404(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Her arms shook from long moments of supporting her weight, but the idea of losing sight of his head creating magic between her legs was unfathomable. In the past, she’d squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on the pleasure to get herself to orgasm, but here, that wasn’t necessary. The sensations overwhelmed her nearly to the point of too much.
He sucked at her clit, making her whimper. He kept at it, adding the occasional flick of his tongue. She couldn’t control the needy sounds flying from her throat in the same way she was helpless to keep her sex from producing so much wetness. If he weren’t lapping it up with so much enthusiasm, she’d have been mortified. As it was, he acted as though he’d never had anything so good.
After one final swirl of his tongue, he abandoned her clit. Olivia groaned in protest.
“Don’t worry, my needy baby, I’m not going anywhere.” Two thick fingers slid into her, giving her that almost full sensation. Incredible, but not quite enough. Only his cock could fully satisfy the emptiness.
His lips shone in the moonlight, glistening with her arousal. Curling the fingers deep inside her, he licked his lower lip and then made a hum of approval. Hands down, the move would forever live in the top three hottest things she’d seen. Olivia clenched around his talented fingers. He didn’t go down on her as some obligation to make her come or strictly because he thought she’d enjoy it. He loved it as much as she did, and that only made it sexier.
Who wouldn’t want a man who got off on eating her out?
Olivia moved her hips with him, encouraging him to keep fingering her. Every time he thrust in, she pressed her pelvis up, making the heel of his palm bump her clit. Sparks shot through her body, lighting her up.
“You fucking love this,” he growled. He was so attuned to her every breath and shiver that he caught onto what she was doing. Holding his fingers deep inside her, he curled them, rubbing the walls of her pussy as he ground his palm against her clit.
She cried out and worked herself on his palm. “Scott, please!” Her head thrashed back and forth. It wasn’t enough. She needed more, harder, and fuller.
“What do you need, baby?” he asked wickedly. Teasing her. He knew exactly what she needed but wanted to hear her say it.
“You!” she yelled as he found her G-spot. Her arms gave out, and she landed flat on her back.
“You want my cock?”
“Yes!” God, yes. Nothing had felt as good as him drilling into her that morning.
“You’ll get it. But first, you’re gonna come on my mouth.” The words barely left his lips before he was licking her clit while still plunging his fingers in and out of her.
“Scott, please.” She couldn’t have kept quiet to save her life. Her stomach felt tight. Too tight. Pressure built and built until she thought she’d die if she didn’t get her release. Her hips shot off the blanket, slamming into his face.
He chuckled against her. “Fucking love making you beg,” he mumbled against her, or at least that’s what she thought he said. It was hard to hear over her panting. “So fucking desperate and wild for my cock.”
“Yes,” she said. It was practically a sob. “Give it to me.” She wanted nothing more than to feel as full as possible and have the thickness stretching her and taking over her senses.
“Soon.”
She growled, making him laugh a split second before he grazed his teeth in the lightest rake across her clit. The sharp shock of it sent her spiraling into a powerful orgasm. She squeezed her eyes shut as she shouted his name and welcomed the tremors. They went on and on, prolonged by his continued fingering and licks. Eventually, she calmed, and when she opened her eyes, it was to find him stripping out of his shirt.
All those delicious ripples danced before her eyes. She tracked his movements as he flicked the button on his jeans, then lowered the zipper. In the next second, he shoved them down and then yanked them off his feet. Fully naked, he kneeled between her splayed legs. Her body thrummed with an odd mix of lethargy and desire.
“You look fucking ravaged,” he said with a sexy smirk.
She smiled back. “And you look fucking hard.” She mimicked the way he said fucking.
Laughing, he ripped open a condom she hadn’t seen him produce. “I’m that.” He rolled the condom down his stiff length, clenching his jaw as though the slightest touch drove him crazy. Once the latex was in place, he released himself only to wrap his large hands beneath her thighs. Quick as lightning, he yanked her closer.
Olivia yelped as she flew down the blanket.
Before she had time to register the new position, his fingers found her slit. She groaned as he swirled them around and then stroked himself with the evidence of her arousal. It was so filthy yet so erotic she couldn’t keep from staring at him. But the tantalizing show didn’t last more than a few seconds. Maybe someday, he’d let her watch as he jerked himself to completion.