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)
“Tallulah, no. No, no, no. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me.” He had her head in both of his hands now, guiding her down for big swallows of his sex, the strength of him on full display in every rough flex of his hip abductors and chest and biceps. “Fine, you want to swallow me? Swallow me, girl. You don’t get to spit after taking me to the balls. God, I love this pretty mouth. Tell me it was made for me.”
“Made for you,” she gasped, before he pumped deep one final time, his entire body simply breaking, shattering, shaking violently, his muscles flexing and releasing in bunched-up patterns while salty moisture found her throat, her grip continuing to stroke more of him free, home to her where it belonged. Yes, that’s how it felt. Like taking some part of Burgess inside of her was long overdue, and she moaned, drawing until her cheeks hollowed, begging with her eyes for every single ounce.
The power of his finish was so intense that when his fingers released her hair just slightly, she pitched back onto her butt, gulping down oxygen like she’d just surfaced from the bottom of Boston Harbor. What in the sweet hell? The room was . . . spinning.
She’d only meant to give him a blow job and let him know she found him wonderful. Now she felt emotional. Like she wanted to be in his arms. And her body was overwhelmed by the height of its own arousal, so much higher than it had ever been. So high that she was almost afraid to reach for it, because it would set the bar too high. Or rip her chest wide open.
Not knowing what else to do but retreat, Tallulah scrambled to her feet and bolted for the door, forgetting the sweatshirt. She forgot her own name, really, but before she could actually turn the doorknob, Burgess was standing behind her, planting a hand on the door and closing it with a firm click. His exhale bathed her ear, his mouth latching onto the sensitive skin that connected her shoulder to her neck, and slowly, slowly he pinned her to the door.
“What happened?” His breath continued to come fast. “Did I fucking hurt you?”
She shook her head adamantly. “No.”
“Thank Christ.” He kissed a path into her hair, his hand finding her breasts and kneading them each once, before skating his knuckles down the shuddering plane of her belly. “Is the ache so bad you don’t know what to do about it?”
“Yes,” she sobbed, flooded with alarm and relief in equal measure. How did he know?
“That’s okay, gorgeous. I know what to do.” He fingertips lingered at the waistband of her panties. “Are you going to let me?”
She nodded, whispering, “Please.”
Holy shit. Her knees were shaking, her breath wheezing in and out, but she felt gathered together, secure even in the storm, when his body pressed the front of hers tight to the door, mouth busy on her neck while he yanked down her panties to midthigh and . . .
And slowly delved two fingers inside of her. Deep, deeper still until she gasped, compelled to rise up onto her toes, curving her butt into his lap and seeing nothing, nothing but stars, hearing only the rush in her ears as he fingered her roughly, the heel of his hand pressing and rubbing her clit every few pumps until she was openmouthed and clawing at the door . . . and then, as if he knew she was getting close, he focused in on her clit and exploited the sensitivity with three finger pads, rubbing so fast that she couldn’t have matched him for speed. Not even with her own fingers, her own body.
“Oh my God. Oh my God.”
“What happens in my room?”
“I . . . I . . . what?”
“This is where you come to be fed, Tallulah.” His magical fingers picked up the pace that much more and she whimpered, squeezing her thighs around his hand. “Nowhere else and no exceptions. I tend to you. Especially after you get on your knees and suck my cock raw.”
It was the grind in his voice, the explicitness of his words and the sudden pressure of his three fingers back inside of her that caused release to wreck her, mind, body, and soul. She went somewhere. Somewhere beautiful and gleaming and made of rainbows while she shuddered and orgasmed between Burgess’s barrier of a body and the door. Sobs broke and broke and broke past her lips, her legs quaking, hands slapping and twisting against the door, immense relief coursing through her, muscles contracting almost in shock.
As soon as it was over, she collapsed, Burgess catching her on the way to the floor, looking down at her in his arms for several beats with an expression of pure animal pride, before carrying her to the bed, tugging up her panties and smoothing them—a little unnecessarily—over the mound of her sex. Getting in beside her, he lay down, drew her into the warmth of his giant body, and made a gruff sound that found its target in her chest.