Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
He wrapped his arms around her waist and before she knew what was happening, she was hauled over his shoulder. She let out a scream.
“Colt, what are you doing?” She grabbed onto his ass for dear life, worried he was going to drop her. Especially as he took her to the stairs and she couldn’t help but scream again.
“No, you can’t do this. You’re going to drop me. Put me down. Damn it, Colt, I can walk.”
He didn’t listen to reason. She growled at him, but then as they started to ascend the steps, she had no choice but to quickly shut her eyes. All she could think was how stupid she was to allow Kim to pick a villa with steps. She kept catching a quick peek, opening her eyes, to look down, and the stairs seemed to be going on forever. Were they magically, freaking growing? Thankfully, it didn’t last too long before they were back on the ground, but Colt didn’t let her go.
He kept hold of her until he finally placed her delicately on the edge of the bed. She expected him to take a step back, but he didn’t. Instead, his face was close to hers, within kissing distance, and she just couldn’t help it. Rosalie kissed him. The merest of brushes of lips against each other. He groaned.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he asked.
“Kissing you.”
“You’re driving me crazy, Rosalie. My dick is so hard. I’m going to prove to you that you love sex.”
She had a feeling she was going to like it, once it was done properly, but first, they needed to get there.
Rosalie gasped as he touched the front of her dress. It was a deep red one, with buttons at the front. A lot of buttons. He started at the top and she leaned back just a little to give him plenty of room to work. Staring at him, she waited. He pushed the dress off her shoulder, and then she had no choice but to lift her hips as he pulled it right off her body. Rosalie waited, wondering what would be his next move.
He sunk to his knees in front of her and she held her breath as he gripped her knees and then spread them open. She wore a matching pair of red lacy lingerie. She had purchased it a few years ago and never found a reason to use it. When she’d been packing her suitcase for this honeymoon, Petal had been there and encouraged her to take it, that she would never know when it came in handy.
Colt groaned. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
All she had done was wear lingerie.
He pressed his face against her pussy and she couldn’t help but moan as she tilted her head back. The contact of his mouth between her thighs was so unexpected. Heat filled her body, shocking her as she thrust her pelvis up against him. Once again, his hands were at her hips, and she was thankful he didn’t tear this pair.
“I have a feeling you’d be pissed at me if I ruined yet another pair of panties.”
She smiled. “Thank you.”
He chuckled. “Trust me, I did it for entirely selfish reasons.”
She tilted her head to the side. “What are those reasons?”
He winked at her. It wasn’t an intense action, or even something that should have made her feel anything, but it did.
“I’m going to want you to wear them again.”
“Again?”
“Yeah, for me.” He spread her thighs open again. His large palms going to the inside of her legs, holding them open. “But for now, I’m going to lick this pussy.”
He didn’t ask for permission and Rosalie didn’t give it to him.
Colt slid his fingers up the inside of her thighs, stroking the flesh, not quite touching her pussy, but getting so close. She gasped and moaned, but she felt his breath as well. Rosalie looked down and saw him looking up at her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, surprised to hear herself nearly breathless.
“Watching. Building the anticipation.”
He was doing an amazing job of it, but then she couldn’t contain her excitement as he suddenly swiped his tongue through her slit, and all thought left her mind. She loved it when he licked her pussy and this time was no exception. His tongue traced across her clit, going back-and-forth, circling the nub before gliding down to her entrance. He teased around her entrance, not quite entering, but there was a promise of more. Like he was warning her exactly where this was going.
Back up he came, touching her clit, stroking her, not hard but soft, and then when he used his teeth. She wasn’t expecting it. A scream fell from her lips.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said.
The feel of his voice sent a vibration through her body. Rosalie didn’t know how long women were meant to last, like on average with a man touching their clit in this way, but she couldn’t. The pleasure was so intense, so consuming.