Total pages in book: 244
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
“Yes,” I murmur since I’m not as much of a talker as he is, but I also can’t be quiet. I just can’t, not when he travels down my stomach, licking a path between my abs until he reaches the waistband of my jeans. River lifts his face, his eyes shining with lust as he says, “I want to just lick you all over. You taste so good.”
My eyes stray to my hard-on, bulging, insistent in my boxer briefs. “I’m into that, but maybe just start with my dick, River.” Then, since I bet he likes a little pleading from a lover, I arch my hips, and gasp out a throaty, “Please.”
I’m not doing it for show.
I damn well mean it.
But I also have a hunch River likes a little bit of power play.
A little begging to complement his bossiness.
“Since you asked so nicely,” he says, then pulls on my jeans, wiggling his shoulders back and forth like he’s doing a dance of gratitude for my dick.
He tugs them down my hips with a certain finesse, whistling appreciatively as he stares at my hard-on tenting my black boxer briefs.
We are a feedback loop. I watch him gazing at my face, then my chest, then the ridge of my erection. Lifting my ass, I help him along, pushing my pants and boxers down.
“Oh yes. So nice to meet you,” he says to my shaft. He takes a second to wrap a hand around my dick, and I babble incoherent words that would be bleeped out on a TV show.
Then he jerks my jeans down each leg and off.
At last.
I’m completely naked and he’s still in clothes, jeans unzipped. I’m dying to see all of him, but I don’t want to interrupt his seduction plans, since the man seems to have a sex agenda for me. River prowls up my body, a low rumble in his throat as he nears my cock.
His eyes narrow, darkening as he dips his face to me, then flicks his tongue along my shaft.
One swipe of his tongue and I nearly lose my mind.
And if that—just the trace of his mouth on me—makes me jerk and writhe, I’m going to be hitting another championship record soon. Fastest to come.
River gives me a reprieve though. “Hold on a second,” he says, then sits up on his knees, reaches for the bottom of his shirt, and rips it off.
A shaky breath falls from my lips as I drink him in. His golden skin, the perfect shade for a Californian, outdoorsy guy. His toned, lean chest and tight stomach. His trim arms, and that ink that travels from wrist to shoulder and says who he is. What he wants. How he loves.
My heart aches with longing for this man.
He stands to shed his jeans. In seconds, he’s completely naked in front of me for the first time, and I can barely breathe. As I drink him in, he kneels between my thighs again.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I say, and it comes out so reverently that I have to shut up.
I’ve got to stop talking or I will blurt out words of affection. Words of love. Words that will make it impossible to put us back to the way we were if he doesn’t want to find a new way with me.
So I push up on my elbows, thread a hand through his golden locks, then speak without words. I push his head down my body.
A light laugh comes from him. “I hear ya, cutie. I hear ya loud and clear,” River says, returning to the center of my world right now.
My aching cock.
And this man, bless him. He swirls his tongue around the crown, licking off that first drop of liquid arousal like he’s tasting his favorite cocktail.
Well.
I swallow roughly, my whole body buzzing, my bones humming, and he’s barely touching me.
Until . . . he is touching me.
And my hips roll.
And buck.
River draws me into his mouth, humming around my dick. He takes several long, indulgent strokes, flicking his tongue up and down my length as my thighs shake. I’m a firework, and he’s lit me up. I’m sparking hot and fast.
And everywhere.
Flames flicker across my body. Lust coils tight in my veins. My hands wrap around his head, but I’m not rough like he was with me. I just keep him there, where I want him, where he wants to be, enrapt in sucking me off.
I moan with every lick, grunt with every suck, and lose touch with the rest of the world every single second.
Screw the rest of the world. I want only this.
My hips buck as he lavishes sinful attention on my dick, then my balls, sucking them in his mouth while he strokes me with a tight fist, and this is not fair.
I can’t last.
I can’t survive something so good.