Total pages in book: 227
Estimated words: 220940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1105(@200wpm)___ 884(@250wpm)___ 736(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 220940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1105(@200wpm)___ 884(@250wpm)___ 736(@300wpm)
“Open your mouth,” I order gently. She does without question or hesitation, and I slip my fingers in, kissing her at the same time, helping her lick up her sweet essence. “Let’s try again.” I lift her, holding my aching dick at the root. The tip scuffs her pussy, and I inhale, as does she.
“I’m still tingling,” she whispers.
“You’re going to be tingling all night, gorgeous.” I take her hips, she takes my shoulders, and she starts to lower onto me, every fraction of my length she takes, draining me of breath until my lungs have shrunk to nothing. A breathy gasp escapes, her mouth falling open when she comes to rest on my lap, her short nails digging into my shoulders. I start to shake with her, forcing back my body’s demand for release. Fuck no, I’m going all night. I just need to get past this initial urge. I grit my teeth, tense every muscle. “Don’t move,” I say, panting.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
I smile into my darkness. “I’m fucking incredible,” I admit. “I just need a moment.”
I take my moment, breathing through the rush, the temptation to take the release almost getting me more than once. I open my eyes. Blow out some air. Encourage her hips round slowly. Her nails instantly scratch my upper arms. “Brad,” she gasps, shaking her head, biting her bottom lip.
“Stop that,” I order, watching her teeth latching on. Fuck me, I’ll come here and now.
She falls forward, and I bark out my pleasure, hitting her deep. “God, you’re so fucking tight.” It’s making me dizzy. I roll up, grind hard, removing Pearl from my chest, taking her throat and holding it softly as she instinctively starts to circle on my lap. She swallows, eyes flitting all over my face, her nails persistent in their mission to shred me. She starts nodding, her hands grappling, catching my wound. I hiss.
“Sorry!” she blurts, head rolling. “Oh God, Brad.”
“Take it,” I growl, rising to my knees, my thigh muscles instantly burning. “Take it, Pearl. Claim it.”
“Shit!”
I growl, my hips piston, and her body’s a slave to the pleasure. Her spine cracks straight, she yells, and I roar, still holding myself back, on the brink of exploding. But I won’t. I’ll watch her a few more times before I’ll allow myself to come, because it is truly the most incredible vision I’ve ever had. I want more.
Head dropped back, she heaves in my hold, arms straight and braced against my shoulders. I look down at my chest—it’s red raw—and smile to myself, placing a hand between her breasts and dragging it down the center of her body to the apex of her thighs. “And again,” I whisper, taking her to her back, still buried deep, and pinning her arms over her head. I kiss her nose, her cheeks, her chin. “Let’s give my skin a break.” I thread our fingers, holding her hands, slipping back into her, and she groans, gripping my hands hard. I find her mouth and push my tongue past her lips, rolling slowly, thrusting gently.
“Brad,” she mumbles into my mouth. “You feel so good.”
Fucking hell, she should feel what I’m feeling. And that’s with a condom. I want to rip the fucker off and go bareback, feel her skin on skin, let her feel me. Fuck. I bite down on my teeth, hating that I can’t. Pearl isn’t on birth control—virgin—so I have to be sensible here. It’s hard when she makes me stupid.
I feel her moves become chaotic again, her kiss harder and more frantic. “Is it coming?” I ask, grinding into her, lifting to see her face.
Her cheeks balloon, her hands squeezing, her eyes darkening.
“Go on,” I whisper, watching her. “Again, gorgeous.”
She yells, lifting her head, stilling, tensing, and I slow my pace, feeling it take her. She flops back to the bed on a gasp, and I smile on the inside. A little on the out.
“Look at you, all sweaty.”
She laughs through her exhaustion, closing her eyes briefly, her chest pulsing with her fitful breaths. I dip and kiss her wet cheek, withdrawing on a suppressed hiss, and turn her onto her front. I put my mouth all over her back, her shoulders, her ass, her thighs, and she sighs constantly as I indulge in her, working my way back up to her neck. I see the scar at the base and circle it. “What is this?” I whisper, studying the mar on her creamy skin, the wound not old enough to be silver yet, her damaged flesh still tinged red.
“Chickenpox,” she replies quietly as I rest over her, my dick wedged between her thighs. I look up at her profile, thoughtful. Not convinced. But now isn’t the time. I slide a hand into the crook of her knee and pull her leg up, bending it so she’s not quite front down. “Okay?” I ask, nudging at her entrance. She nods, sighs, and pulls in air as I enter her again. Her arms slide up the mattress, her face turns out, and I study her profile as I get to my knees and lift her ass a little, stroking over each perfect, firm cheek, nudging my way into her.