Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 117201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 586(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
“I’m ready,” she sobbed, brain in the spin cycle. On some level, she’d known Burgess would be like an alpha conqueror in bed, but she’d never expected to respond like a shaking, impatient peasant, her body thrilling to the pure domination of him. But here she was, opening her thighs like a big box store on the morning of Black Friday, her nails scoring his scalp, his massive shoulders, her own hips, anything she could reach. “I’m ready, I’m ready!” she screamed through her teeth, but he continued to move his tongue in the most unique and confident way, like, like, in a snake pattern, pressing down the hardest on her clit, rubbing relentlessly, and her spine quite literally bowed without her permission, stars frolicking in front of her eyes. “Burgess, please! Please, please, please.”
Instead of stopping, instead of weighing her down into the mattress with his heavy body, as she was craving, he gently filled her with two fingers and dragged his puckered lips side to side over her nub, humming as he went. And then he looked at her, his upper lip tugging slightly in a snarl, and added a third finger, pushing it deep until she cried out. Spat on her again. Pumped his fingers once, twice, twisting them, while bathing her with the flat of his tongue, over and over and over until she was ripping at the strands of his hair, pressing her hips up and begging, out loud. Begging for the end of her own life, because she couldn’t take the incredible pressure anymore. Couldn’t withstand it without breaking.
And that’s when she shattered.
Screaming.
His lips ground down against her clit, pushing down and holding tight while she came, like how, how did he know exactly what to do? How was this real? Her sex clenched and quivered and pulsed in excruciatingly perfect waves of gold, sweat rolling down the slopes of her temples, toes digging into the mattress, bliss radiating outward, inward, everywhere.
She was still lost in the glory of it all when Burgess came up over her, wedged his hips between her trembling thighs and brought his fisted shaft to her entrance, his expression one of palpable starvation. “Still saying yes to this dick, Tallulah?”
“Yes,” she managed, still unable to pry her molars apart.
Burgess’s muscles locked up and he pumped home, deep, his balls smacking off her bottom, a fractured yell coming from his mouth, the headboard slamming off the wall. “Oh God. Oh God, yes. Fuck yes.” He suctioned their mouths together, kissing her once roughly, before giving her a series of soft, gentle ones. “Look at me. Tell me you’ve never been filled up as full as I’m doing it right now. I need to know.”
How could he even wonder? Her nails were sinking into the fleshy curve of his buttocks, urging him to scramble her like eggs. “Never,” she moaned, lifting her hips. “I’m so full.”
Still, his gaze took a few laps around her face, even as sweat started to form on his upper lip from the effort of holding still. Until . . . “Yeah, I can see you like it.” Relief flickered in his expression a second before he licked into her mouth, flexing his hips a couple of times, before beginning to rock, pulling himself out slightly and pressing back in. “Been wanting inside of you so long, I can’t believe I’m there. Can’t believe you’re so fucking perfect. Goddamn.”
“You’ve been inside my mouth before,” she purred against his lips.
He groaned through a slow thrust. “Don’t remind me of how well you suck my dick when I’m trying not to come in eight seconds.”
Tallulah could actually feel herself grow more slippery where their bodies joined. Could feel every minute expansion of her lungs, his lungs, could pinpoint every atom in the air, her senses were so heightened from being connected to this man. “I suck your dick so well,” she whispered in his ear, against his wishes, tightening her flesh around him cruelly, wanting him to join her on the cloud of pleasure where she’d been dropped, thanks to his tongue, floating and luxuriating in the scent of his sweat, the firm shape of him inside of her. “I suck it so hard because I love it.”
In response, Burgess’s breath shuddered out, eyes clenching shut momentarily. “Jesus, that’s a hot squeeze.” He reared back and slammed home. One, two, three, four, five times, his mouth open with enjoyment. “Fuck!” He slowed down, panting, visibly trying to rein back the need for relief. “The day we met, you could have asked me to bring you the moon on a platter and I’d have done it,” he said raggedly. “Ask me for galaxies now. You get anything you want, gorgeous. Just let me be the one to spread these legs.”
“I’ll spread them so wide for you,” she whined against his mouth, her body eagerly absorbing the blows that followed, the punch of his powerful hips, the rough ride of his erection over the sensitivity of her clit, rubbing and teasing her a little, before taking some hard thrusts all for himself, his tongue busy on her neck, in her mouth, his eyes feverish while watching her breasts jiggle while he took her. “Nobody’s cock but yours.”