Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
He catches me in his arms, lowering me to the rug. He spreads me out, and devours me all over again, eating me until I'm begging for mercy because my clit is so sensitive every lick has me ready to catapult out of my skin. Each touch has a sob pouring from my lips.
He delivers a final open-mouthed kiss to my clit, one so damn scorching hot, he sends me into another orgasm. It's all lips and tongue, and intimate, erotic possession. I ride out the waves, grasping at the thick fibers of the rug as if that's going to tether me to reality.
"I love you," he whispers, scooping me up into his arms. "God, I love you, little one."
"Andreas," I breathe, curling into him, too boneless to do much else.
He carries me through the penthouse, which passes in blurs. I see nothing until he lays me out in the middle of a giant bed under a glass ceiling. Silvery clouds paint the sky, light pollution hiding the stars. I tip my head forward, searching for him.
I find him watching me with those bedroom eyes, barely contained need and reverent devotion stamped across every line of his face as he undresses slowly. He's so damn beautiful, like a sleek, dangerous panther. He's powerful and strong, not because he's a billionaire or successful or beautiful or any of those things. But because of who he is. He is unshakable.
I love that about him.
"Spread your legs, rabbit," he orders, his voice gritty as he pulls his dress shirt off and tosses it over the foot of the bed. "Let me see heaven while I undress."
I shyly spread them, letting him look his fill. I never knew that men liked to look at us down there so much, but this one certainly seems to enjoy it. Who am I to ruin his fun?
"Part your lips," he says. "Let me see it all."
"Andreas," I groan.
"Now, little one."
I huff out a breath and then slowly slip my hand between my legs, spreading my lower lips for him. He grunts, squeezing his erection through his pants. That doesn't seem to satisfy him because he quickly reaches for the button, undoing it.
I moan when he releases the zipper and then pulls his cock out. He's so hard. With the overhead lights on, he's even bigger than he was by lamplight last night. I have no idea how he's going to fit inside me. But I'm ready to find out.
He strokes himself a few times, staring at my center. And then he curses and quickly finishes undressing. "I need in you, little one," he growls, climbing onto the bed with me. He prowls over me, leaning down to capture my mouth in a searing kiss.
I taste myself on his lips and gasp. He eases my hand from between my legs, fitting his body between them. He locks our fingers together, pulling my hand up over my head as he deepens the kiss. Our mouths work together, his kiss hungry and demanding, as if he's starving for me.
"Are you sure you're ready for me, Catriona?" he asks, pulling my leg up over his waist. His erection glides through my folds, the broad head grinding against my clit. "Once I'm in you, I'm not letting you go, little one."
"Andreas?" I tip my head back, looking up at him. "Stop talking and make love to me."
"Bossy," he chuckles.
"I'm not bossy. I'm practicing."
"Yeah?" He grins at me. "What are you practicing, rabbit?"
"Being successful."
His grin widens, his expression soft and warm. "You planning for a future of bossing me around, little one?"
"No." I shake my head against the pillow, holding his gaze. "I'm planning for a future of loving you and letting you love me, Andreas."
"Fuck," he breathes, heat flaring in his eyes. He tips his head, taking my lips in a hot kiss. By the time he lets me up for air, we're both panting. We don't talk after that. There's nothing left to say.
He notches his erection at my entrance and slowly presses forward.
I watch his, fascinated by his expression. It's so beautiful to me. His eyes blaze with heat. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth. His cheeks are flushed with desire. He focuses intently on not hurting me, but the intense look of pleasure on his face as he slowly pushes into me lets me know he's in heaven.
At first, I feel stretched and full. But then the stretch turns into a burn that grows in intensity. A moment later, a sharp pain burns through me as my virgin barrier tears. It's intense enough to bring tears to my eyes. But even as I tense up, it begins to dull and fade.
"I'm sorry, little one," Andreas whispers, resting his forehead against mine. "I'm so sorry."
"I'm okay," I promise.
"You're crying."