Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
"You won't be able to breathe!" she cries.
"Did I say I wanted to breathe, or did I say I wanted to eat, Samara? Sit."
"Fine, but if you die, I better not go to jail," she huffs.
"Angel," I chuckle. "Sit your pretty ass down and get your mouth on my cock."
She tries to ease herself down little by little. After about two seconds, I've had about enough of that bullshit and pull her down onto my face. She cries out in shock…and then cries out again when I immediately attack her pussy like a starving man. She falls forward, her hands landing against my abdomen. As soon as her taste hits my system, I decide air isn't a necessity at all. This pussy though? I'll be living off it for the next seventy years. Minimum.
"Oh my God!" Samara cries. "Tate!"
"Get your mouth on my cock, Samara," I growl, yanking her down even lower.
She sobs my name and stretches forward. A moment later, her perfect hand wraps around my cock. I nearly come unglued when her tongue touches the head. She's timid at first, licking me like a lollipop, experimenting. I can tell by the way she stretches eagerly for more that she likes it. She's a greedy girl.
She teases me mercilessly, oblivious to exactly what she's doing to me as she explores. By the time she wraps those plump lips around the head of my cock, I'm in a race to get her off before I lose it down her throat. I'm clinging to control by the skin of my teeth. Every instinct I have screams at me to flip her over and pound into her until she's mine in every way, but I won't. I can't. I refuse to fuck this up by pushing her too far too fast.
I thrust my tongue into her little fuckhole, growling at how tight she is. At how wet she gets. God, where's she been all my life? I don't know. But I think I was supposed to meet her now. There's a reason I came into her life when I did, a reason she came into mine when she did. I don't believe in much, but I believe that. We're exactly where we're meant to be.
I pry her cheeks apart, pressing my thumb against her back entrance. She moans around my cock, tensing and relaxing as if she isn't sure if she likes it or not. That's all right though. She'll learn to love it. I toy with her, slowly getting her used to being touched there. She grinds against my face, riding it from above as her thighs tremble and shake around me. Whatever inhibitions she had about sitting on my face are long gone as she chases her orgasm.
I fuck her with my tongue, trying to hold off my own and get her there. It's close…damn close when she cups my balls in her hand and gently rolls them between her fingers. My hips arch off the bed, forcing more of my cock down her throat. She gags around my length.
I thrust my tongue deeper into her pussy, grinding my nose against her clit and jiggling my thumb against her asshole at the same time. She cries out around my cock, her body locking down around me.
She comes in a heated rush of liquid honey and throaty cries. Her juices drip down her thighs, soaking my face as she rocks and moans. Her thighs are clamped tight around my head, the walls of her pussy fluttering and pulsing against my tongue. It's the hottest thing I've ever experienced.
Feeling her coming all over me sets off my own orgasm. I try to lift her off, not sure she's ready for me to actually come down her throat, but she fights me like a little hellcat. Her nails dig into my thighs, her lips locked around my cock like she intends to stay there permanently. I give up trying to get her off and give her what she wants. My stomach clenches, cum shooting up my shaft.
I roar against her pussy, the world going black. Blood rushes in my ears in a torrent of sound. Everything slows, fading to this moment, to this woman. For one long moment, my world narrows to this…to her. And I realize that I was wrong earlier. I'm not falling for her. I hit the ground hours ago, leaving behind a crater miles wide.
This woman owns me.
Her and the fragile little girl waiting across the street for me to heal her heart.
Chapter Six
Samara
"Samara."
I lift my gaze from Scout to see Carly standing beside my chair.
"Dr. Grimes is on his way up to see you," she says, smiling at me.
"Already?" I blink, glancing toward the television hanging over the bank of monitors beside Scout's bed. It's already after five. "I must have dozed off."