Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 132582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
“Meh. That name gets boring to say after a while. You could let me call you Caspian.”
“Have our relationship gotten to that level yet?”
“I think it has.”
I reel her in by the waist, my lips a breath away from hers. At this point, it’s getting harder to control my urges and the way I touch her. All I want to do is hold her, keep her close. Kiss her. Fuck her. It’s an odd feeling. Makes me feel weak and thoughtless. But, at the same time, I’m okay feeling weak in her presence.
“We should finish gearing you up,” I murmur on her lips.
She leans into my mouth, her plump lips brushing mine. “Yeah. We probably should.”
“So why aren’t we?”
She shudders a breath as I plant a kiss on her lips, so soft I feel the ripple effects travel through both of us. “Not sure,” she breathes.
A groan fills my throat as she drops her head an inch to kiss my neck. Fuck, she’s too good at that. My dick instantly hardens, and I press it into her.
“If you don’t stop, I’ll fuck you around my weapons.”
“Sounds dangerous.”
“It is, but that won’t stop me.” I grab her by the waist and pick her up, placing her bottom on the counter.
“Maeve and Juniper are waiting for me to come back down.”
“I suppose they’ll come looking for you soon then, eh?” I kiss her on the throat this time, my lips dragging from the crook to the soft skin above her collarbone.
“Probably.”
“Then we better make this quick.”
She attempts a weak argue with, “I’ll have to take all of these clothes off.”
“I’ll help you put them back on.”
A giggle bubbles out of her, and she drops her head to meet my eyes. “These clothes took me thirty minutes to put on. Explain to me why the bras here are so complicated.”
“I wouldn’t be able to tell you. I don’t have breasts.”
She laughs again. “Funny.” Then her mouth is on mine, and she tastes like Blackfruit and mint. Her fingers comb through my hair, and I reel her in by the hips, my tongue colliding with hers. She reaches down, groping my dick through my pants, and I groan into her mouth.
“Your touch,” I groan. “Fuck, Willow. How am I so weak for it?” I unzip my jeans and lower them, then work to unbutton hers. She lifts her hips, allowing me to ease them down. Her panties are white lace and fresh, and I so badly want to rip them off.
“You do that, and we’re fighting,” she says, narrowing her eyes at me.
I smirk. “What? Your panties can always be replaced.”
“Then what will I tell Juniper when she sees them ripped?”
“I don’t know. “I reach down, pushing her panties aside. My finger grazes the lips of her pussy, and she sucks in a breath. “But you’ll have to forgive me if I do.”
“Caz,” she breathes as I thrust a finger inside her, and then another. Her lips part, and she looks so damn sexy as I play with her. Her pussy tightens around my fingers, and she moans, looking into my eyes. There’s so much desire swirling in her eyes. I feel the aching, her hips rolling with my fingers, begging for more.
I can’t hold off any longer. I pull my fingers away, and she nearly whines.
Why’d you stop?
I fight a smile, lowering my pants just enough to free my dick. I lick my palm, wrapping it around my shaft and stroking it, making it wet.
Sliding her hips to the edge of the counter, I angle the head of my dick at her entrance, slowly pushing my way inside her. With each deliberate inch, she moans louder, and when I’m all in, I say, “That’s why I stopped. To feel you, like this.”
She wraps her arms around the back of my neck, and I pick her up off the counter, bouncing her up and down the length of my dick. I clutch her ass in my hands, groaning because she feels so good.
“You’re so wet for me. Fuck, Willow. The things we do to each other.” She moans again, dropping her head and kissing me, and I guide her body up and down, fast then slow, and it’s damn near impossible not to come right away. Her pussy is dripping down the length of my dick, making wet, sticky noises in the quiet of the armory.
I place her on the counter again, and she lies flat on her back. I wrap a hand around her throat and thrust harder into her.
“Oh, Caz!” she cries, her back arching. I watch her like this, my hand around her throat, my dick buried deep inside her, to the hilt, and that’s all it takes for her to cry out again.
“You take me so well,” I breathe.
She moans.
“Do you like feeling me inside you?”