Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 83120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83120 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I eagerly open my mouth and take his length in fully, relishing the way he moans, his voice thick and affected when he groans, “Yes, babe. Just like that. Christ, yes, baby.”
Baby.
Babe.
Oh, God, I like that. I like that a lot.
I run my tongue along his veined length, eager for every sound he makes, when he yanks my head back and forth. He thrusts his hips, controlling even this, fucking my mouth like he’s wanted to. I fucking love it. My eyes water, and I gag, but he doesn’t stop. I relax, letting him fill me with his length. I run my fingers beneath his cock and cup his bollox, making him groan and fuck my mouth even harder.
My own body teems with pleasure and heat as he thrusts and I suckle, until his body quakes, and I know he’s going to come.
“Take it,” he growls. “Take every fucking drop.”
I hold his gaze, smiling around his cock, as he drops his head back, groans, and comes. I suck him down, swallowing eagerly, his hot, salty essence marking me. I want this to be good for him, I want him to thank him for what he’s done. I swallow all of him down until his grip in my hair slackens and his hand comes to rest on my cheek.
I release him with reluctance, and lay my cheek against his bare leg. I close my eyes. For this one moment, my symptoms are abated.
I just blew Tiernan Hurston, and I won’t ever fucking forget it.
“That was fucking brilliant,” he says, stroking my cheek. “Christ, woman, if I knew you could blow me like that…”
His voice grows hoarse, and I giggle, then sigh.
“How are you feeling?” he asks, still stroking my cheek.
“Other than horny as fuck again? Pretty damn brilliant. You?”
He lifts my chin and holds my gaze. His eyes are brighter. “Better than I have in a long fucking time. Now get on that bed and spread your legs, and I’ll return the favor.”
Again? Jesus.
I’m so ready, so eager, I come on his tongue in record time, then we lie in bed naked and sated. I think we doze off for a little while, but I wake to him nuzzling my breasts and licking my nipples, and before I know what’s happening, my hand is wrapped around his cock and he’s stroking my clit until I come so hard my body’s nearly paralyzed, just before he comes all over my tits.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he says, cleaning me off.
We climb under the sheets, tangled in each other’s limbs, until the sun rises.
I know he’s awake because he reaches for my fingers, entwining mine with his.
“Y’alright, babe?”
I sigh. It’s the first morning in fucking months that I haven’t woken up hungover, high, or in need of a fix.
“Better than I’ve been in a really long time,” I whisper. “A really, really long time.”
My body’s ready to go again, but I don’t want him to get me off. I want him in me.
“Can you fuck me for real, Tiernan? None of this oral or finger play this time. I want that thick, fat cock of yours in me.”
He smiles. “You want to be well and properly fucked then, is it?”
I nod. “Well and properly fucked. Yes. Yes, yes, yes!”
“Fucking climaxing before I’ve even touched you?” He grins.
I give him my most innocent smile. “Please?”
“Well then, if you put it that way,” he says with a laugh. He rolls over and opens his wallet that sits on the bedside table. He takes out a condom. “We can arrange that. Need a change of scenery, though, babe.”
I blink in surprise. “Oh?”
“We’ve done nothing but screw around in this bed. I want you to ride me, in my living room, while the sun rises behind you.”
I grin. “Won’t someone see us?”
He shakes his head. “Hell no. Not from that angle. Plus the curtains will keep us private.”
“If you say so…” I roll off him and walk toward the living room. Honest to God, I’ve hardly looked beyond the walls of this room since I got here. I peek out the door, and feel my eyes go wide. There’s so much to see here. Books upon books stacked on bookshelves, and a whole section of workout equipment. Free weights and an exercise bike, bands and bars.
“Those muscles weren’t given you by God, then?”
He snorts. “Hell no. I’ve earned them my own damn self.”
I turn and give him a nod. “I approve.”
He gives my arse a teasing slap. I squeal and trot out, stark naked, into his living room. Bright tendrils of pink and gold paint the walls from the sunrise just outside the window. One beam of light hits my bare chest. I turn and tip my head at him.
“This what you wanted, big guy?”
He leans against the doorway, taking me in, his eyes half-hooded and his gaze rabid. I swallow hard.