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)
“Ohmyfuckingod. Lachlan, oh my. . .oh my Godddd,” she said loudly as she came against my mouth, and her entire body began to shudder.
I leaned back and pulled my fingers out slowly, moving them gently over her clit. I watched her face, mouth open and eyes screwed shut, as she rode out the orgasm. I smiled against her chest when another orgasm rocked her body, and she started chanting my name. Fuuuuuck, that was hot. I backed away slowly, sucking her come off my fingers as I sat back on my knees and watched her entire body sag into the mattress. She was still catching her breath when she opened her eyes, and damn, those fucking eyes.
“Did you bring a condom?” she said, panting.
“Are you going to be mad if I say yes?”
“Livid,” she said, deadpan, as she sat up.
I smiled as I got off the bed to get the condom. I’d brought one, just in case, not because I thought this would happen. I mean, in my dreams, it would. I ripped the wrapper with my teeth and pressed the condom on my tip when she moved toward me.
“Wait.” She set a hand on mine. “Please.”
I didn’t know what she was asking for. For me to use the pull-out method? For me to. . .all thoughts subsided when she lowered the front of her body, ass up, and swirled her tongue around the head of my cock.
“Oh. My. Holy fuck, Lyla.” My head fell back.
She licked it all around before finally taking it in her mouth. She tried twice before she could take it all and gagged as she deep-throated me, but she did it again anyway. I forgot how to breathe. My toes curled. She did it a third time as she played with my balls. Fuck. This was by far the best head I’d ever gotten, and I wasn’t even going to let myself come in her mouth. I gripped her hair as she moved. I wanted to fuck her mouth so badly. If she were a random hookup, I would have. I looked at her again, taking another mental image, this time of Lyla fucking James sucking my dick. If she kept going, I wouldn’t be able to fuck her, so I took it out of her mouth. She looked up, confused.
I grabbed her chin and pulled her up. “I want you to come on my cock.”
“Oh fuck.” She shuddered.
I slammed my mouth on hers and kissed her. It started fiercely but turned into a slow, deep kiss. She pulled away, looking at me in a daze like she was turned on and maybe confused. I finished sliding on the condom and moved her, so she was lying on her back. As I settled between her legs, I tweaked her nipples and mentally prepared to take my time thrusting into her. I wanted to feel her pussy clench over every single inch of me. I moved against her to prepare her, and then I sank in slowly. Just the tip at first, but once the tip was in, and I felt her around me, I fucking lost it and thrust in hard, deep.
“Fucking hell, Lyla.” A growl ripped through me.
“Lach.” She screamed, tears slipping out of her eyes. I stopped moving.
She shook her head. “I’m fine. You’re just. . .huge.”
I felt myself smirk as I lowered my lips to hers and brought a hand between us to play with her clit. She jerked her hips and pushed my hand away.
“Please fuck me, Lach,” she whispered against my lips, clenching around me. I groaned, grinding my jaw at the feel of her. I was trying to be gentle, but this fucking woman made it impossible. “Please, please, please move.”
Fuck, the begging. Lyla James freaking begging. I rocked my hips again, starting with slow thrusts. She was so fucking tight. I would have believed her if she’d told me she was a virgin. She felt too good. So perfect. The kiss had been indescribable. Her pussy tasted like something I could eat all day. And now this? This was what sex with her felt like? I wanted to take the damn condom off — something I’d never done — and fucking mark her with my seed. Her breath hitched when I sped up my thrusts. I pulled out slowly and thrust in hard again. Again, again, and again. Her eyes were screwed shut as she lifted her hips to meet each thrust. Her hands were gripping the sheets underneath us so hard, her knuckles were white. I’d always avoided eye contact during sex. When a woman gave me head, I looked at her, but it was mostly because I got off on the way their eyes widened when I fucked their mouths. Eye contact during sex seemed like overkill. Why would I even want it if I was going to fuck and leave anyway? Staring at Lyla’s eyelids did something to me. I wanted her eyes on mine. Needed them.