Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 147891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Caz exhales, and one of his hands comes to my head. He buries his fingers in my hair, and I look up to find his hooded eyes on mine.
I push to my knees and climb between his legs, continuing the kisses, laying them thick on each scar, and he makes a throaty noise. I work my way down until I’m at his pelvis, kissing him there. When I look up again, his eyes are wider, glinting from the moonlight. I pull the hem of his boxers down, freeing his dick.
“Willow,” he whispers.
“Is this okay?”
His face softens, and eventually, he nods. “Yes.”
I slide the boxers lower down his hips, then take him into my hands. He’s already semi-hard, and he tenses as I wrap my fingers around him. He has a beautiful dick, thick at the tip, with a girthy shaft. My mouth aches for him, so I part my lips and take him in, and all the tension melts from his body.
The noise he had trapped in his throat comes out in a guttural groan. I take him deeper, and he sits up on his elbows, watching me with tired fascination and heated lust. I hold his gaze, and his lips part as I swirl my tongue around the head of his dick. He brings a hand down to my head, pushing some of my locs back and caressing my ear with his thumb. One side of my face is cradled in his palm, the tips of his other fingers pressing to the nape of my neck, and I take him deeper, deeper, and he moans. Pulling back up, I lap my tongue around his tip, then slide it down to his balls. I suck each one gently, lick them, lap them up, and he throws his head back on the pillow as if it’s the best thing he’s ever felt in his life.
“Fuck, Willow. That’s good. You’re so good.”
Before I can drag my lips back up to wrap around him, he grabs a handful of my hair and tugs it lightly to stop me.
“On top,” he commands, and I don’t hesitate to climb up his firm body as he rests his head against the headboard. I take off my shorts and panties, then squat above his hard dick as he grips the base of it.
I sink down on him slowly, and with each inch, his mouth parts wider. I hold his attention, pleasure pumping through me as he fills me slowly. When he’s all in, a hiss slips between his clenched teeth, and he cups my ass in his hands.
“Ride me.” The words come out in a hurry, heated and quick.
I rock my hips forward and backward, and he sinks his perfect teeth into his bottom lip while his hands skim up my waist. He drives his hips upward as I ride him, and I feel all of him.
I lean forward to kiss him, coaxing his mouth open so our tongues collide. He buries his fingers into my waist as I rock my hips, and his grip sparks a painful pleasure. I want him to hold me like this every time he’s inside me, just so I know he’s there. Just so I can feel him.
He sits upward, bringing himself chest to chest with me. His hands slide beneath my ribcage, gripping me as I work my hips in slow loops.
“You’re so sexy,” he rasps. “I love seeing you like this, on top of me.”
I keep riding, keep kissing, and when it becomes too much for me to bear, I gasp and bite my bottom lip, draping my arms around his shoulders.
“Look at me,” he whispers, and I do. “I want to watch you come.”
His voice. It’s always his voice that gets me, so deep and orgasmic. The fact that he’s just woken up only enhances it. The sound of it is so raw and primal. I moan, and I swear he feels bigger inside me. He cups my ass again, shifting his hips upward to propel himself deeper, and it’s more than enough to make me shatter.
“Oh, Caz!” I moan. “Shit, I’m coming!”
“Mmm. I feel it. Talk to me,” he rasps. “Tell me how it feels.”
“It feels so good,” I pant. “You feel so good inside me.” I drop my forehead to his, rocking my hips, breathing faster.
“I could spend all night inside you,” he murmurs. “I’m so hard right now after watching you suck and fuck me.”
My hips don’t stop. It’s his voice pushing me to the climax again.
“I’ll come inside you like this if we don’t switch positions,” he warns.
I smile. “I’m protected.” Fortunately, from the shot.
“Very well.” He keeps one hand on my waist, the other wrapping around the back of my neck, and as we look at each other, eyes locked and unwavering, he holds me close and releases a guttural groan.