Total pages in book: 204
Estimated words: 193115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 966(@200wpm)___ 772(@250wpm)___ 644(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193115 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 966(@200wpm)___ 772(@250wpm)___ 644(@300wpm)
She tugs my hair and I look up at her questioning face. She’s sensed my despondency. Would she understand why I’ve done what I’ve done? Does she realize she’s saving me? I cup her arse and press my mouth into her stomach again. She has to understand. Has to.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, and I face her. I will make you understand.
“Nothing.” Everything. “Nothing’s wrong.” I need to distract her. Stop her questions until I’ve figured out how the fuck I can answer them. I yank her onto my mouth and plunge my tongue deep into the walls of her pussy. I’m instantly drunk on her, ravenous for more. I kiss her, bite her, suck, circle, plunge, lick.
“Ohhhhh!” she moans, yanking at my hair as I feast on her. “I need a shower.”
“I need you,” I mumble, and my need trumps all others. I need to sate it. And at the same time, send her delirious to the point she wonders what she ever did without me. She needs to be as addicted to me as I am to her. This needs to be even ground.
“You taste incredible,” I mumble, her walls pulsing against my mouth incessantly. “Tell me when you’re close.”
“I’m close,” she yells desperately.
“Someone’s keen this morning.” I introduce my fingers, enduring her vicious yanking of my hair.
“Oh, shit. Please.”
“Watch,” I growl, increasing my pace, “your,” I circle my tongue firmly, her vibrations sinking into me, “fucking,” I seethe, “mouth.” I sink my finger deep, circling wide, my tongue making long, firm licks.
“Jesse,” she yells, and then I see the torment on her face, her expression strained. Oh yes, she’s remembering. And she tips the edge on an epic moan, her body folding to sustain the intensity as she comes all over my face, her grip finally loosening in my hair, my scalp tingling.
“You’re the best hangover cure,” she pants as I bring her back down to earth, drinking up her pleasure and swallowing it down.
“You’re the best everything cure.” I trail my tongue up her body, from her pussy to her throat until I’m on my feet again. “Hmmm.” I kiss her jawline. “I’m going to fuck you in the shower.” I pull her flushed face down and share her release, spreading it across her lips. “Deal?”
“Deal,” she says, no hesitation, her hands and eyes drifting down my torso. I feel my muscles tighten the closer she gets to my scar.
“Don’t even ask,” I say without thought, knowing what’s coming. “How’s your head?”
She startles, her hands freezing just shy of my wound. God damn me, I need to think before I speak, manage my fucking tone. I fight to get my scowl under control as she looks up at me.
“Better,” she says quietly, unsure, and I kick my stupid motherfucking arse all over the bathroom. But being defensive comes naturally, always has, and I need to kick that habit with Ava. I offer a small, apologetic smile, and move things along, glancing down at my boxers.
She reaches forward tentatively, as if bracing herself, and the second her touch meets my skin, I take a long, steadying breath, watching her concentrate, her eyes shooting to mine when she meets my solid cock. She moves in closer, my eyes close, and I lower my forehead to hers for a few relaxing moments, her hands drifting to my arse.
“I love this,” she whispers, and I open my eyes.
“It’s all yours, baby.” All of me is yours. The good, the bad, and the downright fucking ugly.
She smiles, satisfied, and grabs my dick. I gulp. “I really love this.”
Fuck me. I smash our mouths together, kissing her hard, possessively, tugging her close, absolutely loving her greediness. She’s desperate. I’m desperate. We’re going at each other like we might not live if we don’t ravish each other, all tongues and teeth, moans and gasps. My head is spinning. Fucking hell, get me inside her. She must be on the same page because she’s suddenly missing from my mouth, wrestling my boxers down my legs. I help her along, and as soon as I’m free, I grab her, hauling her into my chest. “Get your thighs around my waist,” I demand, unable to control my tone, attacking her throat, getting my mouth anywhere I can as she circles my hips with her long, slender legs. I choke on nothing when my cock brushes her soaked pussy.
“Oh God,” she yelps. I kiss her again, blindly walking into the shower and trapping her against the wall with my body, my hands wedged into the tile to hold me up. “This is going to be hard, Ava.” I’ll never be able to hold myself back. I’m too desperate. Too starved. “You can scream.” Scream so loud, make my ears hear only that. I’ve missed it.
The water rains over us, and I rear back, mentally bracing myself for what’s to come. Exquisiteness. That’s what’s coming. Perfection. I take hold of my cock, blinking the water from my eyes, watching her panting into my face. She’s mentally bracing herself too.