Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“I’m a sure thing,” I tell her.
She pulls back. Her green eyes are twinkling. “Prove it.”
“You can’t rush perfection, Firecracker.” I move to the bed and lay her down. I’m leaning over her, my hands still on the backs of her thighs, and her arms and legs are still wrapped around me while her back is to the mattress.
“Too many words. Not enough action.”
“Must be the red hair,” I muse, kissing her lips. It’s just a small peck. Nothing compared to what I actually want from her, but I can’t let myself get carried away. “It’s just us here, Firecracker. Let me hear you.”
One night.
I’m taking my time.
I tap her thigh. “Relax for me, beautiful.” She does as I say and releases her legs from around my hips and her arms from around my neck. I drop to my knees, and she lifts up on her elbows to watch me.
“You don’t have to do that,” she says quickly. “We can just skip to the good parts.”
I stop and stare at her. “Scarlett, this is the good part. It’s all the good part. Whoever you’ve been with before me that didn’t make that known is an asshole. Now lie back and let me taste.”
Taking my time, I lift one long leg, trailing my lips from her foot all the way to her inner thigh, before placing it over my shoulder. I repeat the process with the other leg. She squirms but remains silent other than her labored breathing. I shimmy in close, pulling her ass to the edge of the bed.
“So pretty,” I whisper. She’s shaved, except for a small little strip. My cock aches for release as I move in close, allowing my hot breath to ghost over her clit before letting my tongue take over. The first taste of her explodes on my tongue, and I’m hooked.
I get lost in her, the sounds she’s making. The way her legs tighten around my neck. Her hands are pulling my hair, and the way she lifts her hips, seeking out my mouth, guiding me to exactly where she wants me.
All of it.
I take all of it. All of her. Nothing else matters at this moment except for her falling apart on my tongue.
“Archer—” she starts, but she can’t even finish her sentence.
Her legs grow tighter around my head. My cock hangs heavy between my thighs. She’s close. Fuck, I’m close. I need her to come so that I get my turn. She’s first. Always. When I slide one long digit inside her, she makes a sound that’s a mix between a mewl and a growl, and my cock twitches, begging to get in on the action.
Almost.
I pump a second digit inside while working her clit with my tongue, and she screams out my name. Her legs quiver around my neck as she grips my hair so tightly, I’m certain I’ll lose a few strands.
Worth it.
Once her body falls back to the bed, I slowly remove my fingers and place a kiss on her swollen pussy. I look up to see her lying with her arm over her eyes, and her chest rapidly rising with each breath she pulls into her lungs. Her skin is flushed a light pink, and I know I’ve never in my life seen anything more beautiful. I take a minute to just stare and memorize her. This moment.
Her arm falls away from her eyes, and she lifts her head. A lazy grin lifts her lips. I need to kiss her. I stand and brace my hands on the bed next to her head and drop my mouth to hers. I trace her lips with my tongue, her taste still clinging to me, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She locks her hands behind my neck and pulls me closer.
We’re not in a hurry. Sure, my cock is throbbing, but the wait will be worth it. I want to experience every part of her, and right now, it’s her tongue sliding against mine as we explore each other’s mouths.
It’s not until her hand roams over my chest and grips my cock that I pull away from the kiss. “Your hands feel like silk,” I mumble before taking a hard nipple into my mouth. Her back arches off the bed.
“You’ve shown me what a mouth can do,” she says, her voice soft and raspy. “Show me what your cock can do.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Pushing back, I stand and grab the condoms I left on the nightstand. I tear one open and sheath my cock in record time. When I lift my head to tell her to climb up the bed, she’s standing next to me.
“On the bed, Popeye.”
My cock twitches. “You taking the reins, Firecracker?”
Her eyes glance down at my cock that’s hard and angry and more than ready to be inside her. “Yeah,” she says, breathless. She clears her throat. “On the bed.”