Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
“We shouldn’t—oh!”
Yeah.
Oh, fuck yes, we should.
The moan that jolts out of her when my tongue swipes her clit speaks volumes.
She shifts in the seat, restless like she wants to fight it, but a few more licks do a lot of persuading.
I want her to feel my obsession.
I can’t keep my hands, my mouth, my goddamned mind off her.
She doesn’t know, but everything’s coming down like an avalanche inside me as I tongue fuck her pussy for the last time.
I’m not supposed to feel this ache, this boulder in my chest—much less say anything about it—and I won’t.
Not with words.
That’s why I use my mouth the only way I know how, growling as I push her pleasure higher.
Her clit slides between my teeth. I suck like it’s candy, sweeping my tongue over her bud faster.
Faster.
She drags her fingers through my hair with another delectable moan.
Goddamn, she needs this, and so do I.
I wonder if she’s about to draw blood.
Tonight, I’ll let her.
The only thing that matters right now is how loud she screams and how many people we wake up in their rooms before we’re done.
Hell, I want the entire city to hear—let the whole damn world know our dirty little secret.
“Chris...Chris...Chris!” She whispers my name like a mantra, more eager every time.
She’s so close I can’t help sending her over the edge.
Delia bites down to keep herself from filling the tinsel Vegas night with our music.
Not good enough.
I pop up, checking to make sure the chair can support our weight and vigor before I push between her legs.
Reaching for my pants, I reluctantly pull out a condom from its bundle of at least half a dozen for tonight.
She runs her hand over mine when she hears the foil crinkling.
“No. I’m on the pill. I want to feel you, Chris. All of you...”
My eyes laser-lock on her.
Shit, is she serious?
I study her, wondering if she is or if it’s just the raw emotion and the last shaking orgasm hijacking her lips.
“Last chance to take it back. I want that so fucking bad it could kill me. You let me in, there’s no chance I’m pulling out,” I say.
She deserves a fair warning before I do the unthinkable.
“Do it.” It’s a quiet, sensuous, dick-grabbing whisper, a plea wrapped in sheer desperation.
My hips connect with hers, hard and focused.
I need her to feel me, dammit, as long as I can stand being pressed lengthwise across her wetness.
That ends up being about ten seconds.
Grabbing the base of my cock, I reposition and sink down inside her, my jaw clenched so tight.
Goddamn.
Always so tight.
Always so divine.
Always my ruin.
Her mouth falls open when she feels me and her eyes widen, rolling like marbles.
She finally looks at me, reconciled to being taken like an animal in rut.
We’re doing shit I’ve never done with anybody else, fucking in the open.
I swear I’ll give her everything if it’s the last thing I do.
A memento.
A bittersweet regret.
A piece of my blackened soul.
It definitely makes me kiss her harder, swirling her tongue in mine.
I lead her around with my mouth in a frenzied tango, stealing her breath, resisting the insane effect her heat has on me as long as I can, holding my bare cock deep inside her.
Breaking the kiss, I push my forehead against hers.
Even that tiny patch of skin is hot and ready and aching to be mine.
“You feel fucking incredible,” I snarl. “I’m gonna miss the hell out of this pussy.”
My throat burns when I say it because it’s not everything I want to say. Baby, I’m gonna miss the hell out of you.
“Go,” she gasps, just like she knows, sliding her hips against mine, the fever taking her.
Her pussy slides up my dick, teasing me, begging me to claim her fast and hard and so deep I spill myself in her womb.
Wish. Fucking. Granted.
The chair creaks beneath us as I go to work, her hair fisted in my hands.
I thrust harder with every pump, shaking her more each time I bottom out, trying like hell to hold back the storm in my bones.
Fucking shit.
She’s wound so tight it only takes a few more strokes before she teethes her lip again, that strawberry pinkness disappearing in her mouth.
In one soft movement, she unravels me.
“Let it the fuck out,” I order. “Come for me, Delia. Let me know you want my come tonight, everything I’m gonna give you in spades.”
I double my strokes, grinding her clit, and she melts so deliciously.
Her arms and legs pinch so tight it’s like she’s part of me now.
I’ll never know how I stop myself from blowing inside her right then, but I do.
I feel the pulse roaring in her veins from her pussy convulsing on my cock.
I hear every frantic moan and muffled scream on her lips, spilling into the open night.
Let. It. The. Fuck. Out.