Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
"What?"
"Waving this gorgeous thing in my face." He smacks my right ass cheek, growling again when it bounces and jiggles. "Look at it." He drags my panties down, smacking my cheek again. "Christ, look at it." The reverent note in his voice is so sexy to me. He wasn't kidding about appreciating it. I think he might be a little bit obsessed with it.
I let him steady me while I finish removing my pants, and then I shimmy my hips, making my butt jiggle. The way Xavier snarls is more than worth it.
"Do that again," he demands.
I shimmy again, pretty sure I look ridiculous even if he doesn't think so.
"Goddamn," he growls, grinding his erection against my ass. He smacks my right cheek and then my left cheek in rapid succession, just hard enough to make it sting.
I gasp in pleasure, shivering in delight.
"You like that, huh?"
"Yes," I whisper.
"Then you'll love this, little kitten."
"Xavier!" I gasp, standing bolt upright when he shoves his hand between my thighs to swat my pussy. Before I can even comprehend the wet smack of his hand against my flesh or the shock of desire billowing through me, he presses his thumb to my clit.
"Walk to the bed, kitten."
"I can't!"
"You can."
"Xavier."
"Walk to the bed, Charlie."
I take a tentative step in that direction, groaning when he grinds his thumb against my clit. Every time I move, he does it again, pacing behind me, his thumb pressed firmly to my clit. One shuffling step after another. I collapse on the side of the bed in a trembling heap, my limbs shaking.
"Stay right there," he warns me. As if I could go anywhere. As if I want to go anywhere. I may never walk again unless he's going to do that every time.
I watch through slit lids as he strips his t-shirt off over his head, revealing the rest of the tattoo sleeve on his arm. It goes all the way to his shoulder. He has another large one across his chest. They're beautiful, like they're part of him. Heck, who am I kidding? He's beautiful. His body isn't cut like he spends an ungodly amount of time in the gym, but he's wide and muscular.
The little trail of hair leading down into his pants fascinates me.
He watches me watching him. I feel his gaze on me. It heats me like water in a kettle.
I lose the ability to think when he drops his pants. His cock is a monster. He's eight or nine inches long, and way thicker than I was prepared for. I mean, maybe I should have been prepared because he's been grinding it against me all day, but I was not prepared.
"Don't lose your nerve now, little kitten," he says, gripping his erection in one fist. "You made him this way. You can take him."
"Says you," I wheeze. "Jesus, Xavier. I bet you didn't lose very many measuring contests, did you?"
He chuckles, prowling toward me. "You can take me, kitten."
I'm certainly going to try. I think I might combust if I don't.
"Come here," he says, lifting me into his arms. I wrap around him on instinct, unable to help myself. He's naked, and I'm naked, and it just seems like the logical thing to do. His lips meet mine as he draws me into a deep kiss.
My worries melt away, unable to withstand the power of his kiss. Unable to withstand his power, period. When he's touching me, nothing else seems to matter much. I'm a bulletproof warrior in his arms, capable of anything.
He draws me back down to the bed, spreading out beneath me. His hands dig into my hips as we move together, kissing and touching, learning each other in a whole new way. I always thought I'd be a nervous mess when it came right down to giving up my V-Card, but I'm not. This is exactly right.
"Come up here," he practically purrs, slowly dragging me up his body. "I need to taste you."
Oh. My stomach quivers as we work together to position me. I try hovering over him, but he wraps his arms around my thighs, dragging me closer to his mouth.
"You're going to sit right here and let me eat you while you suck my cock, kitten," he growls. "None of this hovering bullshit."
"But…"
"But nothing. When your man says sit on his face, you sit on his face." He nips my inner thigh in a punishing bite. "Now sit your sexy ass down and let me clean up the mess I made."
He jerks me down on his mouth before I can say anything. And I promptly lose the ability to say anything. If this is how he cleans up his messes, I hope he intends to make a whole lot of them because holy Jesus.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I fall forward, catching myself on my hands before I faceplant against his rock-hard stomach. His erection bobs in my face. I eagerly stretch toward it, wrapping one hand around his shaft.