Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
She moaned, struggling against my grip on her throat enough to kiss me. I nipped at her bottom lip when she did and slid my fingers down between her pussy lips. Pressing one deep inside her, I swallowed the cry she let rip free when I did.
“I need to hear you say it,” I said, curling that finger inside her. “Tell me you can come fast, baby. Tell me what you need.”
Her hands slid into my hair, and she tightened her grip, kissing me hard.
“Your mouth.”
I smiled against her next kiss, removing my finger from inside her as she let out a soft whimper.
Fuck, I was insatiable when it came to Grace.
Every morning, afternoon, and night wouldn’t be enough. When she looked at me like this, her eyes hooded and lips pouty with need… it obliterated my self-control. All I could think about was making her feel good, hearing the sweet sounds she made when I touched her, feeling her body clench and release, watching the blush that always crept up her neck to her cheeks when I said something filthy that I knew she fucking loved.
My hands found her hips, and I picked her up easily, carrying us through the water to another spot in the pool where I could balance her ass on a rock. This one was out of the water completely, and I propped her up on it with a wicked grin.
“Dirty fucking girl,” I said, biting my lip as I curled my fingertips over the slim band of her swimsuit bottoms. “You’re going to be splayed out for everyone to see if you want my mouth on you.”
She nodded, pinning her lip between her teeth as she watched me pull that fabric over her hips and down her thighs. She had such a gorgeous body, one I could spend hours paying homage to. But we didn’t have hours here.
I kissed along her shin and ankle as I stripped her the rest of the way, and then I slung the wet piece of cloth so it stayed on the rock behind her.
“Goddamn, Grace,” I said, pressing my hands against the inside of her knees. I slowly opened her, cock hardening to stone at the sight of her slick, pink pussy glistening, at how she was propped up on that rock like a fucking offering. “I’ll never get tired of this sight,” I said, sliding my hands up her inner thighs. “Of seeing my girl wet and swollen and fucking aching to be filled.”
“Yes,” she breathed, squirming under my touch.
“Come here,” I said, hooking my hands at her hips and tugging until her ass hung off the rock. I slung her legs over my shoulders next, kissing and licking along the inside of her thigh until I hit the spot she wanted me most.
I teased her with just one lash of my tongue that had her moaning and looking up at the sky.
“You look so fucking pretty right now,” I said, sucking her clit and letting it go with a pop. “Take those tits out, baby. I want to watch you playing with them while I taste you.”
“God, Jaxson.”
I growled at the sound of my name ripping from her throat, at how she desperately pulled her breasts up out of her swimsuit. She listened so goddamn well, and it turned me on every single time she did.
One hand held her steady against the rock, and the other plucked at her nipple, her legs shaking when I timed a long lick of my tongue right where she needed it.
As much as I wanted to drag this moment out, to stretch it through eternity and savor what Grace looked like spread out under the golden sun in the middle of nowhere with her tits pushed over the top of her swimsuit and her thighs balanced on my shoulders, I really didn’t know how long we had before someone else showed up.
So, I dropped my mouth to where she wanted it most, and I ate her sweet pussy like it was the first dessert I’d had in years.
Grace writhed and moaned as I feasted, holding her thighs to me so she couldn’t wiggle free. I licked and sucked and reveled in the feel of her tangling her fingers in my hair and holding my mouth to her. She was ravenous, and I savored every little sound she made as she chased her climax.
When I knew she was close, I released one thigh and used my free hand to snake under her, toying with her slick entrance. I pressed one finger inside, slowly, stretching her as I sucked her clit.
Part of me was a sick bastard, because I almost wished for someone to see us. I wanted them to walk up and find my girl like this — toes curling, thighs quaking, lips wet, and eyes heavy. I wanted them to see how fucking gorgeous she looked when she was about to come — and to know I was the one with the power to make her do it.