Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 37450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 150(@250wpm)___ 125(@300wpm)
I stare up at the bright blue sky as he tortures me slowly, reducing me to a stuttering, sobbing mess. If anyone else is around, they definitely hear me. They probably see us too. But I don't really care. Part of the thrill is getting caught, and I know Cormac wouldn't have me out here if he didn't think we were completely alone.
He kisses a hot trail down my body, leaving little love bites to mark his journey. I writhe beneath him, pleading for him to go faster. The wicked man doesn't listen, of course.
By the time he finally settles between my legs, beads of sweat replace the water droplets on my skin. He throws my legs over his shoulders, lifting me toward his mouth.
"Fuck, I missed this sweet little thing," he growls, diving right in.
My hips jolt upward, a sharp cry ringing out around us. Filthy sounds fill the air as he eats me, loud and messy and wild. I sob his name, shouting it to the heavens. Nothing should feel this damn good.
And yet it does. So damn good.
I grind my hips against his face, clinging to his hair as he attacks my clit with his tongue. He thrusts two fingers inside me, stretching and fucking me with them, driving me out of my mind.
When I'm on the edge, he pries my cheeks apart. His tongue presses against my back entrance.
I shout his name, shocked.
"I feel your cunt squeezing the fuck out of my fingers, Mischief," he growls, hooking an arm around my waist to drag me back down beneath him. "Don't pretend you don't fucking love having my tongue on this hot little hole."
Oh. God. He's right. I do love it. Maybe I shouldn't, but I do.
"It's mine too. I'll eat it if I want." He buries his face between my cheeks again, circling that hole with his tongue. He stiffens it, forcing the tip of it into me while stroking my g-spot at the same time.
I come apart at the seams, screaming as an orgasm knocks me breathless.
Before it even ends, Cormac picks me up, putting me in his lap again. "I can't wait," he growls, his face wet with my juices and his eyes on fire with need. "Christ, baby. I need to fuck you."
"Yes," I moan.
"Straddle me. I want you wrapped around me while I'm fucking my kid into you."
I wrap my legs around his hips, moaning when the head of his erection grinds against my clit.
"Ah, fuck. You feel like heaven already," he growls like he's mad about it. His teeth sink into the hollow of my shoulder as he notches himself at my entrance.
I rock my hips, eager to get him inside me. I need him inside me now.
"Slow, baby," he croons, holding me firmly around the waist. "Slow. It'll kill me if I hurt you."
His confession slows me down and steadies me.
"Cormac," I whisper.
He lifts his gaze to mine.
I sink down slowly, our eyes locked. Neither of us breathes as he fills me. It's heavenly torture, so damn slow the moment seems to last forever as my body stretches around him. And yet it doesn't last long enough either. I want to stay in this moment for eternity, with fierce devotion blazing in his eyes as he claims what belongs to him. As I claim what belongs to me.
"I love you," he whispers.
A tear slips down my cheek.
He wipes it away with the pad of his thumb.
I sink lower, the stretch morphing to discomfort. A small twinge of pain lances through me, and then it's gone, replaced by a curious fullness and intense pleasure. My hips settle against his.
"Fucking fearless," Cormac mutters, leaning up to claim my lips in a hungry kiss. The movement causes his pelvis to grind against my clit.
I jerk, bouncing slightly on his lap.
We both moan in ecstasy.
He tightens his grip on my waist, lifting me slightly. I use my grip on his thighs to drag me back down.
"Fuck," he growls against my lips.
We work together. He lifts me, and then I drag myself back down, sobbing into his mouth as pleasure builds on pleasure, driving me higher.
He lifts me higher. I pull myself back down faster. And then harder. I circle my hips, chasing some instinctive rhythm that seems to sing in my blood.
It sings in his too. He fucks me in time to it, murmuring a litany of praise against my lips.
"So good, so good. Ah, fuck, little girl. You've got my cock so fucking hard. Ride it like you own it. It's yours."
I drag my nails down his back, chanting his name. I never want it to end. And yet I can't hold off the orgasm. He feels too good. His cock dragging against my walls, his panted breaths against my lips, his hard body all over me.