Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75862 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
He releases one nipple, making a pleased, throaty sound, and moves to the other, giving it the same, slow, torturous attention he gave the first. Then he releases it, moving to the skin around it, and starts feathering soft little kisses. My breasts ache for more, but it’s the fire between my legs that’s truly getting to me. I curl my toes and arch up again. Dammit. I need more.
“Like that, do you?” he murmurs, grinning as he looks down at me. He looks like a wild animal, unpredictable and dangerous.
And it only turns me on more.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Let’s see if you like this, then.”
He shuffles backward, and when he does, I catch sight of his cock still poking out of his jeans. My eyes fall on it and my mouth drops open. It’s as big as it felt against me. Thick, long, and so hard it’s gone an angry shade of red. I bite my bottom lip as it disappears from sight and lose my concentration when his fingers hook into my jeans and he peels them off my legs, taking my panties with them.
Cool air hits my pussy and I squirm. It feels as though a fire has been lit between my legs, burning deep, flaring outward until my whole body can barely keep from launching off this bed and attacking him, taking everything I need. He runs his hands up my legs, kneeling between them, and when he reaches my knees, he pushes them apart.
I swallow.
His eyes drop to my core, and he growls.
Low.
Feral.
A sound I’ve never heard but I want to hear again, over and over.
“Most beautiful fuckin’ sight I’ve ever had the pleasure of layin’ my eyes on.”
I bite my lip again or I’m going to cry out in desperation and he will know how urgently I want him between my legs. As if sensing it, he slides down until his face is hovering just above my pussy. Pleasure explodes, the anticipation almost as thrilling as the act itself. He hasn’t touched me yet, but the ache between my legs is very real.
He leans down and presses a kiss to my pubic bone. I whimper and squirm. He chuckles, and the sound vibrates through me. He continues the feather-light kisses around my pussy, down the sides, over my thighs, anywhere but where I need him to kiss me. I clutch the sheets, crying out, begging in whispered breaths for him to put his mouth on me.
Finally.
He does.
His lips close over my clit and his tongue flicks it in rapid succession, and then with a pop, he lets it go. Blood rushes to the already aching nub and I don’t know what he just did, but holy fuck it felt good. He does it again and again, sucking my clit into his mouth and then letting it go with a pop. I’m so wound up, panting and pulling at the sheets, whimpering his name, begging for more.
“Just warmin’ you up, baby,” he murmurs.
Warming me up?
Warming me up?
I’m so hot I could melt ice. And he’s only warming me up?
I gasp out a ragged “please” and with another chuckle, he drops down and he licks. He licks deep and he licks hard, he delves his face between my legs, tongue devouring me, lips sucking. I gasp, then moan, and then a scream threatens to escape as he pushes his tongue low, thrusting it inside of me and fucking me with it. He’s fucking me with his tongue.
I manage to get my fingers around a pillow and jerk it over my face before a pleasured scream erupts. He fucks me with his tongue, not putting his hands on me once as promised. He doesn’t need to. The skill he’s showing is making my entire body come alive. I’ve never experienced this kind of pleasure before. It’s incredible, fucking incredible.
He slides his tongue back up and moves it over my clit again, flicking, circling, using his lips to suck it in his mouth, and I can’t hold it back anymore. I arch up, my entire body winds up so tight I feel like a spring about to uncoil and explode, and I come. I come so hard I can’t hear my own screams, I can’t feel what he’s doing, all I can feel is the pleasure ripping through my body.
It takes a while to come down from that.
Only when my body has stopped convulsing and he starts sliding up my body do I finally push the pillow away and blink somewhat groggily at the man now towering over top of me. “Not a finger laid on you, now I’m goin’ to leave you to sleep and go think about how fuckin’ incredible it’s goin’ to be to fuck you after seein’ that performance.”
I flush.
“You’re going, already?” I whisper.
He runs those bruised knuckles over my cheeks, and I realized in all our fighting and making up, I forgot to ask him what happened today. But after the moment we just had, now doesn’t seem like the right time to bring it up.