Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 162138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 540(@300wpm)
“Fuck.” I bit my lip hard and groaned. “Do you want to kill me? Or is your goal to make me come in my pants?”
“Would you come in your pants if I keep doing it?” she asked, lowering her lips to mine and dropping three soft pecks on them.
“Fuck yes, I would,” I said against her mouth, taking her bottom lip and sucking it. I reached up and pulled off her hair tie, letting her hair cascade around me as she deepened the kiss.
“I like seeing you coming apart at the seams like this, Mr. Unattainable Hockey Star,” she said, sitting up again.
“You always have me like this,” I breathed, keeping my eyes on hers.
And then it happened. Her lips moved painstakingly slowly as if breaking through ice. Her eyes danced first, and then her mouth finally — finally — broke into the most incredible smile I’d ever seen in my life. The smile. Fuck. I thought I’d wanted it, but now that I’d experienced it, I couldn’t go back to seeing the perpetual scowl she wore.
“I thought you wanted to fuck me, Lachlan Duke,” she said, still smiling. Fireworks went off inside my brain. “But I guess you’re not interested.”
“Does it feel like I’m not interested?” I gripped her hips and thrust up hard.
She bit her lip again, her eyes heating in a way that would make me say yes to anything. “Stop thinking and do it.”
“Are you going to stop thinking?” I sat up slowly, so we were face to face.
“Maybe.” She smiled again, this time, her ghost of a smile. “Remind me to tell you something after.”
“After wh—”
Before I could finish my question, she whipped off her baggy shirt and revealed that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her bare chest rendered me speechless for an instant, before I reacted and dropped my mouth to twist one nipple and pull the other into my mouth. She writhed and moaned in pleasure as I licked, sucked, and bit. I focused on her other breast while teasing the one I'd just kissed.
“You have perfect tits,” I groaned, swirling my tongue around her nipple and sucking it.
“You have a perfect mouth,” she moaned, tugging at my shirt. “I want this off.”
I took my shirt off, tossing it in the same direction as hers. She roamed her fingers across my body, wandering over every inch of me, taking in each groove and bump of my muscles. Her eyes met mine and stayed there for an eternity before she stepped out of bed, swiftly discarding her baggy shorts and panties. I stopped breathing at the sight of her, fully naked. Sure, I’d seen her in a bikini, but this was some next-level shit. She wasted no time pulling down my joggers and underwear but stopped midway at my thighs to stare at my dick, which twitched under her scrutiny. I didn’t know exactly what she was thinking, but I knew she liked what she saw. She finished undressing me and straddled me again. Her warm, wet pussy gliding on my lower abs, right above my cock, did me in.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I’d exercised enough patience. I flipped her over. She landed with a loud oomph and a startled laugh. The sound distracted me for a moment before I went back to my task, kissing her lips again and making my way to each of her nipples and then her stomach. I dipped my tongue into her belly button, making her suck it in. I wanted to taste and explore every inch of her. When I finally reached her pussy, I paused to admire her. She was fucking perfect.
“You have the most perfect pussy,” I said, as I lowered my mouth and gave her clit a hard lick with the surface of my tongue.
Fuck. Her hips bucked, and her hands instantly grabbed my hair. Fun fact, I didn’t let women touch my hair. I usually batted their hands away and glared long enough that they knew not to do it again. I moved a little lower and gave a hard lick up her folds. Her back arched with a gasp. I forced her legs wider and pumped one finger inside her as I swirled my tongue on her clit. She gasped loudly when I added another finger. Holy shit, she was tight. Her body bowed off the bed, and her grasp on my hair tightened to the point of pain as I licked her. I fucking loved it.
“Holy shit, Lach. . .” she gasped. “Holy shit. Don’t stop.”
Don’t stop. As if I ever could. I took my fingers back, gripped her thighs, and ate her like a starved man. I wanted to fucking devour her, to own this pussy, to make it so that she never wanted another mouth on it. She bucked against me, grinding on my face as she whispered a chant. I was already turned on, but fuck, I wanted her to scream whatever she was saying. I added two fingers again and sucked her clit into my mouth.