Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“More,” she said, moaning.
Letting go of her hair, he ran his hands over her breasts. Brandon lifted their weight in his palms. Licking the tips of her nipples, he gave each bud his attention. He tongued the hard peaks until they were rock hard.
She whimpered, cried out, and ground herself on him more.
Her fingers pulled on the hair at the nape of his neck. When she wasn’t satisfied with that hair, she moved onto the next hair.
He growled as her free hand went between them. She fisted his cock, pumping the length.
Brandon released her body, tightening his hold in the sheets.
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
Her touches were innocent.
Wrapping his fingers around hers and slowed down her movements. “If you’re going to do it, then do it properly.”
She stared between them. The tip of his cock leaked pre-cum. She ran a finger through the cream and rubbed the natural lubricant along his cock.
“That’s right, do it slowly to start with.”
Her actions slowed to his pace. Elle’s gaze never moved away from his cock.
“You’re so hot,” she said. “Are you supposed to be this hot?”
“I’ve never got my cock out or asked another guy if having a hot cock is normal. I don’t see how a hot cock can enter a conversation.” He teased her.
Tucking hair behind her ear he relished her chuckles at his joke. His cock was rock hard. His will-power wasn’t going to last much longer with her sinful touch. He was close to losing it already.
Taking some of his pre-cum onto his finger he pressed the digit to her lips. She opened licking his cum off his finger. His cock thickened. The sight of her licking his finger was deeply erotic.
“I’ve just done something dirty, haven’t I?” she asked.
“Don’t worry. Your dirty little secret is between you and me.”
She laughed, pumping his shaft.
When he couldn’t stand her touch any longer, Brandon pushed her to the bed. He locked her hands around the head of the bed with the Velcro straps he kept around the posts.
“What are you doing?” she asked. Fear entered her voice.
“I’m going to make you feel good. Trust me, Elle. You’re my everything. You don’t need to be frightened. I’ll take care of everything.” He pressed a kiss to her lips.
She relaxed at his words. He started at her heart-shaped lips and moved down her body to the tops of her breasts.
Sucking each bud into his mouth, Brandon worked his way down her body. He dipped his tongue into her belly button making her giggle.
Her legs opened as he went between her thighs. Opening her pussy with his fingers, Brandon took the time to look at her cunt. Her clit was swollen and peeking up at him. His mouth watered as her scent grew thicker.
Her breaths came out in small pants.
Using his fingers, he moved them up and down her pussy. She cried out. The sounds she made echoed around the room, filling him with pride. His mate was experiencing pleasure at his hand. He’d give everything to hear nothing but her pleasured screams.
“That’s it, baby. Give me everything. Let me hear it all. You’re mine,” he said.
She gave him everything. Her legs opened wide accepting him. When he could no longer touch or look, Brandon used his tongue. The first touch of his tongue on her wet slit had her crying out.
Elle tried to pull away from his tongue, but Brandon held onto her. He was going to give her this.
Her taste exploded on his tongue.
No words described her taste. He was drowning in her essence. She was turned on, and he relished every drop she gave him. Swirling his tongue around her clit, he moved down to her cunt before going back to her nub. He drew out her pleasure.
Wetting his fingers, he drew the moisture back to her anus. He was going to fuck every part of her. Anyone who got near her would scent him around her. His scent was another barrier of protection. Only an idiot would take a mated woman.
She’s mine. No one is taking her away from me. My mate. My woman. My life.
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His tongue needed to come with a warning. There was no way she’d be able to survive being on the receiving end of his desires. They’d been in the room together an hour, if that, and he’d nearly exhausted her.
Brandon wasn’t going to let her go until she came apart begging for him to leave her alone. Could she leave him alone?
Something was happening between them. She didn’t understand what was happening, and not knowing frightened her.
You trust him. How could you trust someone you don’t know?
The questions only served to confuse her. Her lack of understanding or general caring, upset her.
Don’t think. Feel what he’s doing to you.
His tongue worked its magic as he touched her clit. The moment his tongue caressed her nub she was panting to keep sane. No coherent thought was possible as he attacked her clit.