Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42171 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 211(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
A whimper escapes me as he lifts me up into his arms. My legs go around his waist, and he starts to move. “I need you, and if you don’t want this, now’s the time to tell me.”
I laugh softly. “Please, I thought I was going to have to strip down naked and come to your room to convince you to do this so yeah, I want this to happen.”
He moans my name. “Fuck, don’t put that image in my head.”
All of a sudden he comes to a stop. “Fuck.”
I rest my head on his shoulder and hold him tighter. So help me, if he is changing his mind, I’m going to spontaneously combust.
“I should feed you.”
I reach down between us, and he struggles to keep a hold of me. I cup his impressive manhood in my hand. “Feed me this.”
His eyes about pop out of his head. He walks back to the oven and turns it off before making his way down the hall to my room.
As soon as we’re inside, he kicks the door shut.
When he carries me to the bed, I struggle to get out of his arms. As soon as my feet hit the floor, my knees are next. Now that I’ve said it, I realize how much I want to have him in my mouth.
I make quick work of undoing his jeans and pulling those and his underwear down his thighs. His cock springs free, and it’s hard and pointing straight at me. I wrap my hand around his girth, and his whole body jerks at my touch. He pulls his shirt off and slowly steps out of his pants.
I smile, knowing that he reacts like he does with his manhood in my hand. I stroke him from his root to his tip, and a drop of precum beads at the end. There’s no stopping me. I lean forward and press my tongue to it. A moan escapes me as his taste hits it. I open my mouth, pressing my tongue to the underside of his hard length. I lick him and then open my mouth, taking him in until he hits the back of my throat.
His hands are undoing my braid, and then he wraps his hand around my hair, holding on to my neck as he pumps his hips. I run my hands up his thighs and then cup his balls in one hand, giving him a little squeeze.
He moans. “Look at me, angel.”
I look up into his eyes, and he moans again. “Fuck, I’ve imagined this. Seeing your blue-green eyes looking up at me with my cock in your mouth… but my imagination is nothing compared to the real thing. You take me so well.”
A whimper escapes me. My body feels so hot as if it's on fire. My pussy is soaked, and my lower belly pulls with each thrust of his hips.
Asher is quick as he lifts me up and I pop off his cock. He pulls me up and cups my face in his hands.
My lips feel swollen as I push the question out. “Was I doing it wrong?”
His thumb caresses my lower lip. “You are perfect, but I want to come inside you, Madelyn. I don’t want anything between us.”
I suck in a breath, knowing that I want the same thing. I want him bare.
“Okay,” I mutter.
He moans. “No baby, I won’t pull out. I’m going to finish inside you.”
Fuck, why does that sound so hot? “Okay.”
“I’m clean,” he says.
“Oh, me too, and I’m on the pill… I mean, if you’re worried about that. I’m on the pill… it’s not a hundred percent, but—”
He cuts me off. “I’ll take my chances.”
With his eyes on mine, he pulls my shirt off and slides his warm hands across my shoulders to my back, and then he unfastens my bra. He lets the straps fall from my shoulders as he peels the material off me and tosses it to the chair in the corner.
He moves slowly, his gaze eating me up. I shiver at his touch as he cups my fullness in his big hands. When he strokes his thumbs over my hard peaks, my back arches, pushing me farther into his hold. He leans into me, his warm mouth taking me in as his hands slide gently down my body.
He parts my swollen slit, drenching his fingers with my sweet heat. My legs begin to tremble as he strokes through my swollen core, but he doesn’t stop. He cups my sex, and I shamelessly rub myself against him. I move my hips back and forth as his thumb strokes my swollen clit. I'm panting and breathless, hoping he doesn’t stop.
I can feel him everywhere, but it’s not enough.
“I need to taste you,” he whispers into my neck.
I tense at the need to have him. He gently lays me back on the bed, and my legs part. He stares down at me, his gaze like a caress.