Total pages in book: 151
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 139803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 699(@200wpm)___ 559(@250wpm)___ 466(@300wpm)
“Julian—"
I glared at Vincent as I leaned down and lifted Meghan in my arms. “Fucking save your lame ass apology,” I snarled at him. “You’re fucking dead to me right now, you hear? For you to even think that I would dare do something like this to her on purpose just goes to show you never really knew a damn thing about me.”
With that, I strode from the room with Meghan in my arms with one purpose on my mind.
And that was to make sweet love to the woman in my arms.
12
Meghan
* * *
I moaned softly as Julian pressed my back against the bedroom door, his hands sliding under my shirt. My body shuddered against his as his calloused palms slid over my smooth skin.
I pulled my lips from his, my breath panting out of me. “Not today,” I told him, my chest heaving up and down with my need for him. I gripped the hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head, leaving his tattooed, upper body bare for me. I slid my hands over his sculpted body, my lips following the trail my hands left behind.
Julian groaned. “Baby, you know the rules. I lose an item of clothing, you do, too,” he reminded me.
I shot him a wicked smile that had his eyes darkening with a sensual promise. I pulled all my clothes off, dropping them in a pile near the door. Then, I dropped to my knees in front of him and licked my lips. He groaned softly as I pulled his sweats down his legs, licking my lips again when I saw he went commando.
Even better.
“Meghan—oh, fuck,” he moaned as I gripped his thighs and sucked him deep into my mouth. I moaned as I shut my eyes, relaxing my gag reflex so he could hit the back of my throat. I was drenched in seconds.
I fucking needed him.
I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, stroking him as I bobbed my head back and forth, taking in as much of him as I could. He hissed a breath through his teeth as his hand slammed against the door behind me, his other hand lacing in my hair.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
I opened my green eyes, locking them on his stormy blue ones. “I always knew you had fuckable lips.” He groaned, his head falling back on his shoulders for a moment before he locked them back on my face. “For fuck’s sake, woman,” he hissed when I hollowed out my cheeks, sucking him in deeper.
With his hand still on the door behind me, he tightened his hold in my dark hair and began fucking my mouth. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I moaned around his cock, desperate for some kind of release, but I wouldn’t stop until his cum was drenching the back of my throat.
I slid my free hand down my body until I was rubbing my clit. “Jesus Christ,” Julian swore as he followed the movement of my hand. “You are every fucking dream come true.” He groaned as he watched me get myself and him off at the same time.
I sucked hard as I rubbed myself faster. I was right at the edge, desperate to bring both of us to that peak. Julian fucked my mouth harder, faster. “Meghan!” he roared as he came in my mouth. I released him from my mouth as I cried out his name all while his cum drenched my chest and belly.
I came hard, my breath heaving in and out of me as I slumped back against the door. Julian knelt in front of me and dragged me down so I was flat on the floor, and he slid inside of me. I arched my back, neither of us giving a fuck about the cum on my chest and stomach as Julian pounded in and out of me, his lips molding to mine.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, meeting each of his thrusts. I tangled my fingers in his black curls as he braced himself on his elbows, fucking me like it would be our last.
Hell, that’s how it always was with us.
“Julian!” I screamed as I came hard around him. I dug my nails into his back, drawing blood, but I didn’t care. He gripped my leg behind my knee and pushed my leg up, going deeper. “Fuck, yes!” I cried out. I brought my other leg up and hooked it over his shoulder.
“A fucking goddess,” Julian rasped as he leaned down and molded his lips to mine again. “I’m so fucking close, baby girl. I need you to come with me again.”
He sat back on his knees, and with my ankles linked behind his neck, he fucked me hard and fast, his eyes locked on mine. I tensed, arching my back. I was so fucking close, but I was trying to hold back for him, knowing he wanted me to come with him.