Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23649 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
I can't deny it anymore.
He has me wrapped around his finger, and I don't mind a bit.
"I can only imagine one thing sweeter," he murmurs. My eyes widen, heart racing in anticipation.
Every part of me responds to him, and just the thought of being in his arms, feeling his warmth against me, is enough to make my heart race and my body long for more.
His hand rests at my waist as his lips move against my neck. "What do you like, Palmer?"
I can't find my words, my breath escaping in shallow, panting whispers, feeling the tension between us intensify.
"I love being with you," I manage to say.
He grins, a wave of pride emanating from him. "Glad to hear that."
Then, he does what I've been hoping for—he presses his lips to mine, starting soft and then with increasing passion.
"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmurs between kisses. "I exhaust myself imagining all the ways I could kiss you." He nips at the corner of my smile. "Make you feel soft and warm in my hands." His hands journey up my body, exploring the curves of my hips and waist.
He tightens his hold, pressing me against his solid form.
"Do you want me to keep kissing you, Palmer?"
I nod softly, my tongue flicking out to trace his sensitive lips.
"Say it."
I nod. "Please, kiss me, Hudson."
My words unleash the wildness within him; his hands grip my hips, pressing closer, and he runs his tongue along the seam of my lips.
Our tongues dance and tangle together as his deep scent of sandalwood and smoke envelops me, sending shivers down my spine.
"You make me want things I’ve never wanted before.” His hands glide up my thighs, fingers pressing into my skin as he draws me closer to him. “I want to spend all of my nights buried between these beautiful thighs," he whispers.
Gently, he parts my legs, his thumbs tracing the damp seam of my cotton underwear.
"So fucking soaked for me, my sweet, beautiful Treasure," he says with a teasing pat to the center. "I love how responsive you are to my touch."
A moan escapes my lips, my back arching, instinctively moving toward his mouth.
"Eager pussy we have here," he grins, brushing his nose against the moist fabric. "And smells sweeter than a fresh ripe peach."
His hands explore my skin, lifting my dress as they roam, caressing every inch with reverent care.
"Should I taste this juicy pussy?" he asks, his voice dripping with desire.
I hum, aching with longing, our fingers intertwining at my chest.
"Say it," he orders softly.
"Please, eat my pretty pussy. I’m so soaking wet and ready for you," I whisper, giving in to the overwhelming need.
I gasp as his growl reverberates against my core, sending shivers down my spine and making my panties damp with longing. "You enjoy that dirty talk, don't you, my gorgeous girl?"
A soft moan escapes my lips as I instinctively press my hips closer to his face, craving more.
"Say it," he urges.
I let out a frustrated sigh, squeezing his hand, silently pleading for him to continue.
"Say it," he repeats, his voice laced with a need for reassurance that I’m comfortable with everything unfolding between us.
"I love when you talk dirty," I whisper, my voice barely above a breath.
"Good," he murmurs, his nose brushing against me, hinting at ripping away the thin barrier between us with his teeth. "Now say it so the neighbors can hear you."
For a moment, I hesitate, considering his words, but before I can decide, he nips at my engorged clit with his teeth, the sensation against my skin enough to drive me wild.
"Oh! My! God! Hudson, yes, please, please, keep talking dirty to me. Please don’t stop," I scream, my voice echoing in the room.
He chuckles against my now bare center, his mouth watering at the sight of me.
"That's what I like, baby," he says, his hands gripping my thick thighs, pulling me closer, back where I belong, against him. "Keep it nice and loud. It’s hard to hear when I’ve got your beautiful thighs around my ears."
My lips part slightly as his tongue traces their seam, and I tremble uncontrollably. "Hudson–oh God!"
He grins, delving deeper, his tongue exploring my sensitive folds with an intensity that sends heat coursing through my veins.
Every breathy moan I release seems to echo around us, mingling with the sound of his zipper as he presses against the counter. His eager movements stir a fire within me, as he licks at my hot, slick center, his hands tweaking my nipples and exploring the soft curves of my breasts.
A groan vibrates against my most sensitive spot and makes me ache for him, imagining his own release as he gives in to his desires.
With an erotic shudder, I feel my body tensing, my thighs trembling by his ears as my soft pants transform into desperate cries. I climax, his lips savoring every bit of my essence.