Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148704 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 744(@200wpm)___ 595(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
I want to see them, lick them, bite them.
I want to suck her nipples into my mouth and swirl my tongue along the hard peaks.
I want to make her scream, cream, and then I want to do it all over again.
I want to do what she said she wants and thoroughly ruin her.
I want to make her need me.
Crave me.
Love me.
I dip my face into her neck, and she gives me more of it, tipping her head as far back as she can, her timid little hands sneaking under my shirt.
“Tell me why,” I repeat.
“Because you’re you and I’m me.”
The way she says it, so plain and simple, so matter of fact with a sweet, little softness only she can manage, makes me delirious.
She’s her, and I’m me, and look at us.
Unable to keep our hands to ourselves.
Unwilling to let go.
Unable to walk away, at least I couldn’t if I tried. Time has proven that. I’ve left her twice, and she’s come back to me each time.
I don’t want to leave her anymore. “Why’d you walk away just now?”
She’ll leave you this time, my mind screams, you’re a detail in a deal she needs done, the fucking thing torments, but I tell it to fuck off and kiss her some more.
“I… didn’t want you to deny me. I wasn’t sure you’d-you’d ever touch me again,” she admits. “The first time you kissed me, you never came back, and I thought it was happening again.”
I growl in response, biting at her collarbone for the painful reminder, and she jolts, her thighs clamping down on mine.
“You like when I sting your skin.”
I knew she fucking would.
“Isn’t… is it not a universal thing?” She moans the last word, her fingers gliding along the sides of my face. “’Cause I can’t imagine how someone could not like it.”
I press against her, sucking on the spot beneath her jaw, and she draws in a deep breath. “It’s different for every woman. If a man cares about her, he’ll learn what she likes, remember it, and work his ass off to perfect it.”
She runs her bare foot along my calf and my muscles flex at the feeling, a sudden need to hike it up over my hip taking over. “And for a man?”
“Same thing. Every man is different.”
“So, it’s up to me to learn what you like?”
My head snaps up, eyes locking with her dilated ones.
She said me.
Me.
I brush my lips over hers, my voice coming out quieter than intended. “Yeah, baby. It is.”
I can’t help myself. I grind my cock over her clit, and her eyes flutter, her lips parting.
“Let me play, Sweets.” She’s got me begging. “Let me put you to sleep.”
“I-I think this would be a great time to remind you of a sweet little statement.”
“Go for it,” I say, nipping at her chin.
“You can’t.”
I freeze.
In the last five seconds, her gaze grew even darker.
I lift a brow. “Is that a challenge? ’Cause if it is, you’ll never be so happy to lose in your life.”
“Not a challenge.” Her fingers graze along my happy trail, a slow smile curving her lips. “An extension of our deal, remember?”
“Fuck our deal.”
My early thought bursts from my lips, and she gasps; it’s tiny, almost unnoticeable, but I catch it. I didn’t mean to say it, but I meant it, so I leave it for her to read how she wants. For now.
Davis pushes past whatever thoughts are swimming in her mind, the feel-good fog too thick for her to sift through at the moment and pushes on.
And by pushes on, I mean she pushes past the waistband of my sweats, her eyes flicking to the thick elastic of my boxers, and suddenly, it all comes back.
She said she’d let me do whatever I wanted to her after I let her lower to her knees for me.
An image of her soft lips wrapped around me flashes in my mind, my cock straining, jolting until it’s brushing against her through my sweats, eager to be played with.
Pulling my hand back, I run the tips of my fingers along her neck, down, down, down, until my pinkie is nearly wedged between the swell of her breasts as they strain against her tank top.
“You want my cock between these lips that bad, hmm?” I murmur, my tongue gliding across my lower lip as I focus on hers. “Want to suck me into this warm little mouth?”
She wallows, nodding. “I want to try.”
I snap my eyes to hers, tugging her top down a tiny bit, just enough so I can watch her while I flick my tongue along the fullest swell of her left tit. “Try.” I glide a hand along her ribs until I’m squeezing the back of her thighs. “So you can learn?”
She nods again, and a quick and sharp pang hits my chest, but then she adds, “So I can learn how you like it.”