Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Bailey had zero complaints about that. Especially right then. Knelt on the base of his shower stall, he held her thighs wide open as he feasted. She could only cling to the edges of the bench on which her butt was perched, her hips angled toward him.
Around them, the hot spray pattered against tile, drummed down on his back, and steamed the air. Out of range of the spray, she might have felt cold—especially with droplets of water drizzling down her naked, goosebump-y flesh—if her nerve-endings didn’t feel like they were blazing.
A wet flick to her clit made her gasp. No lie, Deke had a tongue that could enslave a person; could addict them like nothing else. Every velvet stroke of it pushed her closer to the orgasm that was almost on her.
Her head fell back as he rolled the tip of his tongue around her clit. A clit he then suckled on, his fingers digging into her skin. Oh God, oh God, she was gonna—
He pulled back.
Bailey’s head snapped up. She glared at him, her gut clenching at the dark intent in his eyes. “Do not do that thing where you make me wait a lifetime to come.”
His lips quirked. “But you like that game,” he mocked.
“No one likes that game, you dick.”
He gave her a wounded look that was pure bullshit. “That wasn’t nice.”
“You messing with me isn’t nice. I didn’t make you dance around an orgasm just now.” She’d sucked him off when they first got into the shower.
“No, but you did almost spit out my come just to piss me off.”
“Almost,” she stressed. “Almost, almost, almost.”
“Not seeing what that has to do with anything.” He latched onto a nipple and sucked hard, sending streaks of hot pleasure to her clit.
She sank her fingers into his hair, arching into the calloused hand that skated up her body and then palmed her breast. There was an edge in his grip. A greed that held a note of entitlement … like he was declaring with his touch alone that only he had the right to use her body for his pleasure.
He licked his way to the breast he cupped, using his hold on it to feed himself her nipple. He sucked, bit, and rubbed it against the roof of his mouth.
It felt good. So good. But she needed more. She ached inside, the sensation near unbearable. “Enough with the teasing, Boy Toy.”
He released the taut bud and arched a reprimanding brow. “Now that’s not my name, is it?”
“Whatever. Just do me.”
He skirted his warm lips up her neck and to her ear. “You’re not getting my dick until you say my name.”
Grr, her snake wanted to bite him so hard right now. She gripped his solid shoulders tight, pricking his skin with her nails. “Don’t push me, Hammond.” His surname would have to do.
He hummed. “Close. Not close enough.” Then he went back to playing with her breasts. Squeezing. Nipping. Shaping. Suckling.
Her defiance crumbling little by little, Bailey bit back a whimper. Her body felt tight and hot, caught in a state of such intolerably intense anticipation that she thought she might implode with it. “Enough.” Her voice came out raspy and thick.
He drew his teeth over her nipple. “You know what you’ve got to do.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “Deke.”
“Again.”
“What?”
“Say it again. And look at me this time.” Deke had to fight a smile when her eyes flipped open and blazed into his, promising retribution. He’d expect nothing less. She was a mamba, after all.
Her upper lip curled. “Deke,” she finally repeated.
He almost laughed. She’d said his name like it was a dirty word. He flicked her nose with his own. “Such a perfect little pout.”
She frowned. “I don’t pout.”
Oh, she did.
“Now where’s my orgasm?”
He stood, tugged her to her feet, and pulled her flush against him. “Coming right up,” he said, cupping her delectable ass. Their breaths clashed as he slanted his mouth over hers. Ravenous, he kissed her deep and wet, greedy for everything she had to give.
His hard cock throbbed viciously. It was nothing to do with touch-hunger and everything to do with how badly he needed to sink into that exquisitely tight pussy he’d come to crave.
Her hand slipped between them and curled around his cock, startling a grunt out of him. He squeezed her ass tight, his mind’s eye flashing with all the things he wanted to do to it.
She gave his dick a quick pump. “In me. Now.”
He tugged her skilled fingers off his cock. “That’s the plan.” He spun her a little too roughly, his body screaming to possess her.
Letting out a muffled oath, she slapped her palms on the tiled wall to steady herself.
Deke pulled her hips back slightly and tilted them just right. He pushed the head of his dick inside her, groaning as her scalding hot muscles bitingly contracted around him. “Knowing my come’s in your belly right now just makes me want to fuck you that much more.” He drove his cock deep with a merciless forward-snap of his hips, seating himself to the balls.