Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“Ugh,” I grumbled, seeing a future with me flat on my back on a sheet of cardboard under a car in the driveway in my near future.
Then I got to sit across from Voss, watching him devour the food I had made for him, and I caught Sully shooting me a knowing smirk from the other side of the room.
Damn him.
I might not have been interested in learning to cook for myself, but if I got to watch Voss eat the meal I’d prepared, looking like he thoroughly enjoyed it, then yeah, I might be willing to throw some shit together in a pot or pan on occasion.
But, damn him, he offered to help clean up after the meal, so I went alone to the room, splashing some cold water on my cheeks as desire continued to swim through my veins, as intense as it had been back in the bathroom with my legs around his hips, his cock against my sex, and his tongue in my mouth.
Then, like the damn sex gods were smiling down on me, I heard the door open.
And there he was.
Going into the dresser for clothes.
I didn’t stop to think.
I just… flew at him.
He slammed back into the wall at the impact.
My hands reached up, grabbing him by the sides of his leather cut, and yanking his upper body down so I could seal my lips to his.
I felt a smile on his lips for a second before he gave into the kiss.
And I swear I just… melted into him. Into the feel of his arms as they went around me, squeezing tight, pulling me flush to his chest as his teeth nipped my lower lip hard enough for me to gasp. Then, taking the opportunity, his tongue moved inside to toy with mine.
The desire was liquid fire coursing through my veins, spreading, igniting, engulfing me completely.
Just from a kiss.
Voss’s hands moved down, sinking into my ass, then lifting until my toes left the ground.
My arms went around his neck, holding on as he pulled me up, then wrapping my legs around his waist.
Turning, he pressed me back against the wall, his lips ripping from mine to tease over my jaw, then down my neck.
My legs tightened around him, my hips rocking restlessly, my whole body aching for relief from the clawing need within.
Voss’s lips claimed mine once again as he pulled me away from the wall, turning and walking, then sitting off the end of the bed with me straddling him.
There was no hesitation as I adjusted, as my hips dropped down on his lap, feeling his hardness, and writhing shamelessly against it, whimpering against his lips at the sensation.
Voss’s hands were impatient, grabbing the hem of my shirt and dragging it up, waiting for me to lift my arms, then pulling it off, tossing it carelessly aside.
His fingers moved out, feather-light, tracing over the tattoos covering my chest before flicking each of the straps off of my shoulders before letting his hands drift down my back, working my clasps loose, then tossing my bra to the side.
His eyes were molten as his gaze slid down, looking at my breasts that felt suddenly heavy.
Hand shifting, his palm brushed the side of my breast, then covered it completely, the rough skin making a shiver of pleasure move through me.
A growling sound escaped him at my response before his hand was shifting, his fingers taking possession of my nipple, and rolling it into a tightened bud.
He continued the torment with my other breast as my hips continued their writhing and grinding.
Then he was grabbing my hips, pushing me off of him.
A grumble of disappointment escaped me before his hands were at the front of my jeans, roughly working my button and zipper free before dragging the material of my pants and panties down my hips and thighs.
I barely had a chance to step out of them before he was grabbing me again, pulling me to straddle him again, but still pulling me with him as he lowered back, going flat on his back, and pulling me until I straddled his head.
“Sit,” he growled, yanking me down until his face was buried in my pussy, until his tongue was tracing and his beard was tickling.
Desire seemed to ping off of every nerve ending as he ate me.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever been driven up so relentlessly, so quickly.
But my hips were writhing against his tongue, and my sex was clenching hard as he licked my clit relentlessly.
The orgasm slammed through me, a white-hot sort of pleasure that had me crying out and likely suffocating him as my legs seemed to lose all strength.
I was still panting for breath as I shifted back suddenly, crawling down his body, then working his button and fly open.
My hand moved inside, pulling his hard, thick cock out, hearing a little hiss at the sensation, before I was sucking him into my mouth, making his hips buck, his hand slam down on the back of my head, and ripping a savage curse from his lips.