Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49416 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 247(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Zoe,” I say, drinking her in. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
She exceeds every fantasy I could’ve ever dreamed up. That first night had been fast, only dropping and shifting what we needed to for me to sink inside her. Tonight? She’s laid herself bare and I can’t get enough.
“You’re turn,” she says, eying my pants.
I smirk. “In a hurry?”
She nods, her eyes following my hands as I unbutton my pants. I get off the bed, shedding them and my boxer-briefs, my hard cock springing free with the motion.
Zoe sits up, eyes flaring as she looks at the ink covering my body. “Ohmigod,” she says, reaching for me as I climb back on the bed. “All of this is stunning,” she says, trailing her fingers down my neck and over my chest, following the tattoo that connects there in a whorl of designs.
“This is stunning,” I counter, dragging my fingers down her body, over her pristine, unmarked skin, teasing just between her thighs. “So many spots I can mark.”
She gasps, either at the contact, my words, or both. I’m not sure, but I love the needy little sound. I slant my mouth over hers, gently guiding her back down against the bed, my fingers teasing between her thighs as her hands explore my chest, then move lower.
“You want to mark me?” she asks on a breathy sigh, her hand gripping my cock with an explorative touch.
I thrust into her hand instinctively, loving the way she grips me. “Maybe,” I say, wanting to feel her out. “Would you want me to?”
She trembles against me as I glide two fingers through her wetness, sliding into her heat before pulling them out to circle her clit. “I want you to do whatever you want to me,” she says. “I don’t think there’s a thing you could do that I wouldn’t love.”
Jesus, this woman. She’s going to be my undoing.
“Is that right?”
“That’s right,” she says, arching into my hand while stroking my cock with more assertiveness.
Fuck, she feels good.
I dip down, kissing the line of her jaw, down her neck, and then hover just above her breast. I kiss the soft flesh, then suck it into my mouth, hard. I pump my fingers inside her at the same time, loving the way she flutters around me with the move, her little gasp of surprise-filled pleasure making a drop of precome bead on the head of my cock.
I pull away, kissing the fresh red mark I’ve left on her breast. “Like that, Kitten?”
“God, yes,” she says. “That and more.”
More.
Fucking hell, she’s going to have me coming before I can properly edge her.
I drag my fingers out of her, playing with her swollen clit, drenching it in her own desire as I circle and tease it until she’s gasping, until I know she’s right there. I back off on the pressure, and she blows out a frustrated breath.
I laugh, shifting out of her grip, kissing my way down her stomach before I settle my face between her thighs.
“Has no one ever edged you before, Kitten?” I ask, looking up her body at her.
She shakes her head.
I grin, my head hovering just above her pussy. “This will be fun.” I drag my tongue through her slit, groaning at her flavor as it coats my tongue, all heat and honeyed salt. “Fuck, you taste good.”
“Owen,” she says my name with a sharpness to it, her fingers tangling in my hair, her thighs clenching on either side of my face.
I draw back an inch, releasing a hot breath over her before lightly teasing with only the tip of my tongue.
“Ohmigod,” she groans, arching off the bed for more friction.
I slide my arm over her hips, pinning her to the bed. “You’ll come when I let you,” I say against her slick flesh, and I’m rewarded with a breathy little moan. I know her, know her mind. Know she needs someone to take control, to take over and handle everything to give her a break from being the boss all day. I don’t know how I’m lucky enough to be that guy right now, but I sure as fuck won’t waste it.
I plunge my tongue into her heat, fucking her like I will with my cock next, teasing her until she tightens around me…
I pull back, lightly teasing her clit again.
“Owen, fuck,” she says, frustration lacing every inch of her tone.
She’s right where I want her. Wound tight and ready to snap.
“Please,” she adds, her hips moving against my arm pinning them down. Every attempt has me that much harder, and my kitten loves the game too, because she’s drenched.
“You need me to get you off, Kitten?” I ask, teasing her some more.
“Yes,” she says on a hitched breath.
“Say it.”
“Let me come,” she demands, and it’s so fucking sexy I can’t deny her a second longer.