Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
I feel hot and needy. I want to not only see him, but also feel him as well.
Aaron’s expression softens as he watches my body visibly start to relax. He steps closer to the bed, his tall frame bringing that big damn cock my way. It’s going to be tough for my body to take him… but take him I will.
Aaron’s warm hand presses to the center of my chest, pushing me down onto my mattress. I expect him to climb right on top, commencing with round two of making out, as skilled as the man is at kissing.
Instead, I give a sharp yelp when he grabs my ankles and drags me to the edge of the mattress until my butt almost hangs off the edge.
“What—” I start to ask, but the words clog in my throat when Aaron drops to his knees. He bends forward, his warm breath caressing my lower stomach and the insides of my thighs.
My mind flashes with a moment of clarity, instinctively knowing what he is about to do, and I involuntarily try to close my legs. No man has ever done that to me before, and I’m as terrified as I am excited by the prospect.
“Keep ’em spread,” Aaron orders gruffly, the only warning I get before his mouth descends onto my most private place.
Suddenly, I’m pretty sure I’m going to come out on the other side of this as a completely changed woman.
CHAPTER 15
Wylde
Goddamn it, she tastes amazing, but… I knew she would. Just knew it down to the depths of my tingling balls, which are aching with the need to be inside her.
But there is no way I’m fucking Clarke until I make her come at least one more time. Yes, that has everything to do with my own male ego.
Having the knowledge about how horrible her first experience was—knowing the dickhead who took her virginity didn’t do a damn thing to make it good for her—well, I’m going to rock her fucking world so hard she’s going to be ruined for any other man for the rest of her life. And I don’t even feel bad about it.
Her sex is warm and soft. The skin under my hands is silky soft when I slip my arms under her legs, curl them past her hips, and bring my fingertips over the top of her pelvis to open her pussy wide for me.
“Aaron,” Clarke cries out at the first touch of my tongue to her clit, garbled pleas for me to stop… oh God, don’t stop… please stop, God… don’t stop… Hard to be sure which going by her contradicting demands, and it makes me chuckle.
Never going to stop—and she doesn’t actually want me to—so her confliction doesn’t bother me.
My goal is to decimate her senses—so far, so good. Luckily, my mouth is one of the best weapons I have. I fucking love kissing a woman. Could spend hours doing it. I look forward to spending some time with Clarke, maybe just slowly making out on her couch one night.
That’s not going to happen until I get my fill of her, though, and I’m not sure how many times or weeks that may end up taking.
Plunging my tongue deep inside her, I pull it out and lash at her most sensitive part. Clarke screams, begs, and bucks wildly underneath me.
The bucking part turns me on. I like the thought of Clarke believing she has any control over this, because it’ll be so hot when she realizes she doesn’t. Of course, all she ever has to do is say the word “no” and I’ll stop, but while all systems are on an agreed full-speed-ahead course, her cries and begging only add fuel to the fire. Only encourage me even more—urging me to make her come harder, more explosively, than the first time.
I eat at Clarke like a starved man who has never had such delicious-tasting sustenance. Inhaling her sweet muskiness with pure desire tickling my nose, I could happily keep my face buried between her legs for days on end.
Clarke continues to buck and cry out. Fingers twining in my hair, she jerks hard, desperate for something she has no control over receiving. That’s all up to me.
I sense her getting close, so I gentle my tongue, lapping her like a bowl of cream. When she seems to start to calm down, I roughly lash my tongue over her—quick strokes designed to build her fire back up again.
“Please, God… Aaron… please,” she whimpers, almost a wail, her head thrashing from side to side. At that moment, I smile against her pussy because she fucking belongs to me one hundred percent now.
Pressing my tongue to her, I flutter it quickly across the over-sensitized engorgement that holds the secret to her satisfaction. For a heartbeat, Clarke goes utterly still, her eyes squeezed tightly shut as if she’s concentrating… and then she explodes underneath me. Her entire body arches off the bed, bowing so deeply I’m afraid her spine will crack. She doesn’t scream or cry out, but rather utters a deep groan that sounds like the earth rumbling before a quake finally wrenches it apart.