Total pages in book: 174
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159159 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 796(@200wpm)___ 637(@250wpm)___ 531(@300wpm)
“Open your mouth for me, baby.”
His voice had gone hoarse and she knew he was becoming as aroused as she was. She wanted his cock, but she made a show of wetting her lips with her tongue, before slowly opening her mouth. He pressed the broad crown against her tongue, and she tasted the salty mixture of masculine flavor that was unique to Ice.
Her own body was on fire and when he lifted the chain so casually off her belly, she barely noticed until he tugged, and her breasts rose upward at his command. She gasped and his hips thrust gently forward, so that his cock slid deeper than it had ever gone.
“That’s it, baby, squeeze down on me. So fucking hot. Look at you. Get yourself off.”
She couldn’t breathe and she looked up at him, trying to tell him, but he was already sliding back to give her air, then he tugged again, and the flames shot through her and he was thrusting deeper, swearing, one hand in her hair so tightly her scalp ached. She thought she was going to explode.
Soleil backed off riding her own fingers deliberately, not wanting this to end too soon. It was too good, too perfect. It didn’t matter that it started off in tears or play, the expression on his face was what she wanted to have for all time. He could have the video. She could have the pleasure beyond measure and that expression.
She focused on the coiling tension in her body and the beauty of his cock. The weight of it. The shape and size of it. The way he tasted. She loved it because it represented him. Every stroke of her tongue, her hollowed cheeks, sucking him hard, using a flutter motion, not breathing and trusting him to give her air, all of that was telling him how much she loved him. Saying it without words. All the while she looked up at him, into those blue flames that never left her face. Never left her eyes.
He tugged on the chain and sent fire rushing through her, thrusting his cock deeper until she had no choice but to relax her throat, but he didn’t push her into a panic. He was careful with her. And then, before she could stop it, her body exploded in fierce, wild waves that overtook her, even as his cock swelled and jerked, pouring his seed down her throat, forcing her to swallow over and over.
“Don’t move, princess,” he ordered, his voice ragged, as if he couldn’t get enough air. He started to retreat from her.
She reached out behind her and caught at his hips to stop him from rising completely. The action lifted her breasts and sent another streak of fire racing through her body, straight to her sex, so that another powerful wave rushed through her.
“Don’t move yet,” she ordered. “You know I don’t like to leave you like this.” She did her best to glare at him. “You’re mine and I take care of you.” She did. Unless he was in a huge hurry, she always spent time making sure she got every little bit of his seed. It belonged to her. That taste. That was Ice.
She loved to watch his face as her tongue tenderly licked at him. As she gently sucked. He always closed his eyes, his hand in her hair, fingers moving in time with her tongue, the connection between them feeling sacred to her. When she was done, his lashes would flicker and then he would lift them and look at her with something close to worship. That was the time she most could believe he felt for her what she felt for him.
“I have to get those clamps off you, baby. They can’t be on too long.”
She’d almost forgotten, she’d been so wrapped up in his look. She didn’t move as he bent over her. Her breath hissed out as he removed the first one and replaced it with the warmth of his mouth. It wasn’t as bad as she’d feared, but it was definitely more intense than she liked. Because she knew what was coming, she just nodded and he was quick, once again using his mouth to soothe her nipple.
He helped her to sit and then he was kissing her, over and over, driving out any remaining worries she had. There was no way to think when he was kissing her. When she stood a little shakily, he smacked her bottom and grinned at her. “Come on, princess. We’re going for a ride. We need the wind in our faces. We may both be just fine or damaged beyond repair, but we belong to each other, and riding always makes the world perfect. You already did that for me. I’m going to do that for you.”