Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23689 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Malkolm,” she gasped, and it sounded so fucking good spilling from her lips.
“Come on, baby. Let me taste that honey,” I murmured against her soaked flesh.
And then she came for me, and I didn’t stop working my mouth on her as she gave me what I wanted.
She gave me everything.
Flora tugged at my hair, and that pain ignited my pleasure even more. I fucking loved it, craved more of it. I was so fucking turned on that I wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that I was dry-humping the hell out of the mattress, grinding my cock against the bed, rolling my hips to ease the ache. I needed the friction like I needed her to come against my mouth again.
It was only when I felt her sag against the mattress as her orgasm started to fade that I allowed myself one last lick through her slit. I pulled away and stared at her as I licked my lips, tasting the addictive flavor of her pussy covering my mouth.
God, she tastes so good.
“I’m going to be a dirty bastard where you’re concerned, baby, but I can’t help myself.” I looked into her eyes for only a second before I let my gaze travel down her body. “Spread your legs again… as wide as you can get them. You know what I want to see.”
For a second, she didn’t move, and I saw the way her muscles tightened. Had I fucked things up by pushing her like this, crossing lines?
But then, holy fucking hell, she did what I said. A deep pleasurable sound left me, and I gripped my cock hard, squeezing my length until I hissed out and more pre-cum spilled from the tip.
She placed her feet flat on the bed and spread her legs wide, and sweet Jesus I was in heaven. God, the way her pussy lips parted, exposing how ready and wet she was for me, the fact that her clit was a little engorged pearl at the top, had my cock jerking and my mouth watering.
“Oh dear God, Flora.” I ran a hand over my mouth, breathing out roughly, and found myself moving closer, as if I were on autopilot. “That’s it,” I growled. “That’s so fucking it that I could come just from looking at your cunt like that.” My words were coarse and blunt, dirty and probably offensive, but I swore she got wetter right before my eyes. “That pussy is mine.”
I hadn’t meant to say those words, but fuck it; she needed to know how far gone I was.
“Yes,” she whispered.
My heart slammed into my ribs at her confirmation.
There won’t ever be anyone else for me. And the very thought of her being with anyone else had me all but snarling, white-hot jealousy moving through me until all I wanted to do was mark her so every fucker knew who she belonged to.
She’s the air in my lungs, the blood in my veins. She brings meaning to my life, one I kept lonely and dark. She is my light, and I will never let the shadows wash over me again, because I won’t let her go.
I was going to give every piece of myself to Flora, and I didn’t care if there was nothing left of me when this was all said and done.
8
Flora
He took my breath away. Left my legs shaking. Had pleasure unlike anything I could have ever imagined rising through my body and touching every part of me.
When I looked at Malkolm, he made my heart race. He didn’t even have to touch me, didn’t have to say one word. Just thinking about him had butterflies slamming into my stomach, my pulse skyrocketing, and my body preparing itself for this one perfect moment.
I was on his bed, totally naked, my legs spread, and Malkolm touching me in ways no man had ever touched me before. He pulled back and looked at me with so much unrestrained passion it was clear he barely had his control in check.
For as many times as I imagined losing my virginity—sweet, soft, with gently spoken words whispered in my ear—I now wanted fierce and raw and powerful.
Every hard ridge, dip, and bulge of his muscles was shown in startling clarity, and I was shamelessly staring at him, checking him out, knowing he was all mine. My heart jackknifed behind my ribs. Malkolm was just so big and muscular, so alpha and masculine. He may have had a hard edge and a roughness to him, but I witnessed the soft, gentle Malkolm that I had a feeling he didn’t show many people.
But he showed me.
And his tattoos… and God, that piercing. It all turned me on even more.
He groaned, and the sound was harsh and gruff, pitched low, and full of male need. “I want to make this good for you, baby. I want to make your first time something you remember as the best night of your life.” His voice was so breathless, and I felt how much he meant those words. “I want to give you experiences like that forever.”