Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I closed my eyes and lost myself in the feeling of him, in how my mouth was stretched wide around his girth, in how my jaw ached as I kept sinking down on his cock. His crown hit the back of my throat, and I gagged, saliva slipping out the corners of my mouth because I refused to back off him. I refused to stop this. Instead I tried to relax my throat, wanting to take him as far and as deep as I could.
“So good,” he groaned. “So fooking good.” He started lifting his hips up in time with my bobbing head, fucking me slow and easy. I could tell he was holding back. I found it even more attractive that he was trying so damn hard to keep his control.
I slid my hands along his abdomen, his muscles clenching under my fingertips. The sucking sounds of me giving him head filled the room in an erotic cacophony that couldn’t be ignored. He still held on to the blankets beneath him, as if they were the only thing keeping him from clutching me to him fiercely. But I wanted him to touch me so badly that I was rolling my hips as I ached between my thighs, hoping he’d just snap and take what he wanted.
As if he read my thoughts, he groaned again, deep, guttural. “If I touch ye while ye have my cock shoved down yer throat, I’ll come in a matter of seconds.”
I moaned at how arousing his words were, and when I moaned again, longer this time, the vibrations from my voice had his cock kicking against my tongue, more pre-cum coating the muscle in salty masculinity.
In the next second he gripped my arms and gently pulled me away, his chest pumping up and down hard as if he’d just run a marathon. His expression was so fierce I shivered, his lips parted, the flash of his straight white teeth and elongated canines having me moan out his name shamelessly.
“I need you.” My voice was a husky whisper, as if I was too out of it to think clearly. Which was exactly the case.
Before I could stop myself or think about how bold I was being, I rose up onto my knees and swung my leg over him, straddling his waist. I felt his hard cock jerk between my legs, the heavy length pressing against my folds. We both sucked in a sharp breath at the contact, and I closed my eyes, letting my head tip back slightly on my neck as I closed my eyes and sank down fully against him.
The heavy weight of his erection slipped through my folds, my wetness making everything so slick that he slid against my pussy effortlessly. I started moving my hips back and forth, rocking over him and gasping at the sensation as the base of his erection bumped against my clit every time I rolled my hips forward.
I didn’t bother holding in the sounds that spilled from me. They were feminine and sexual, being brought forth from something deep inside me, a part of me that bloomed and opened up only for Cian.
“That's it,” he murmured, and I forced my eyes open and lifted my head so I could look at his face. His gaze was locked on mine, this rapturous expression covering his face as he kept lifting his hips up every time I pressed down against him. “I want tae see ye come like this. I want ye tae come all over my cock without me even being inside of ye, lass.”
His words were sharp and strong, like gasoline being poured over a fire and instantly igniting the flames.
I felt his hands slide up the curves of my waist, but I didn't break eye contact with him. He moved his fingers over my ribs and cupped my breasts. I wasn’t overly endowed on top, but he made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
Cian’s hands were so large that he dwarfed my breasts as he molded those calloused palms and fingers against me, as he pulled and plucked at my nipples until I cried out from the pleasure. I was going to come like this, I could feel it, taste that pleasure on the tip of my tongue, an intoxicating sensation.
I let my hands rest behind me on his muscular thighs, felt his flesh clench from that small touch, heard his groan because it turned him on as well. My mate was receptive to me, to the lightest touches I gave him. And God was that a heady, powerful feeling.
“Keep going, baby,” he purred in approval. “Rock those hips over me as you seek yer pleasure. Rub that pussy all over my cock.” I kept rolling my hips, his words making the ecstasy even more intense. “Fook,” he growled. “Yer soaking my dick, yer pussy cream all over my length.” He gave my nipples one last tweak before sliding his hands down to grip my waist. “Ye’re drenching me, baby, and hell, it’s hot as fook.”