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)
He's so hard, yet so smooth. My hand doesn't close around him because he's so thick. The head of his cock is slick with moisture.
I flick my tongue out, eager to taste him.
He grunts as his tangy taste erupts on my tongue. I stretch forward again, trying to reach more of him. My tongue runs all over the head of his cock as he works magic with his mouth.
He isn't quiet about it, either. He grunts and hums and growls as he eats me, touching places I didn't know existed. Making me feel levels of pleasure I didn't know existed. I try to stay focused on my task. God, I try so hard.
I wrap my lips around him, moaning in ecstasy. And then he spreads my cheeks and starts eating me there, too.
I shout his name as a blast of…something…rips through me, setting off an explosion I feel everywhere, all at once. Pleasure pours through me in a fierce flood.
His cock slips from my lips as I slip straight into heaven, crying out his name.
He rolls us with a triumphant roar, pinning me to the bed beneath him. Somehow, my legs end up around his waist, our fingers locked together over my head.
"Dirty girl," he breathes, claiming my lips in a hot kiss. "You loved that."
I can't deny it. I don't even try.
"Are you on birth control, Charlie?"
"Y-yes. It helps regulate my cycle."
"Good." His eyes meet mine, glittering with possession. "I'm taking you bare, kitten. I don't want anything between us when I'm inside you."
"Me either," I whisper.
"There hasn't been anyone but you in years. There won't ever be again." He presses his forehead to mine. "As soon as you're ready, I'm putting my ring on your finger and my kid in your belly."
"Xavier."
"You're it for me. I knew it before you ever drove off yesterday. I'm in love with you. I don't fucking care if it's fast. I don't care if it's crazy. I'm wild about you, Charlie Marsh." He brushes his lips against mine in a sweet kiss. At least it starts out that way. But kissing him is dangerous.
Within seconds, it's gone from sweet to sultry to NC-17. I writhe against him, seeking friction as my core heats and the ache builds all over again.
Xavier growls against my lips, rocking and grinding against me. He drives us both to a fever pitch and then notches himself at my entrance.
"Eyes on me, little kitten," he breathes as he begins to push forward.
I lock eyes with him, but I'm not afraid. Physical pain is only fleeting. It's the emotional kind that sticks around. I know because I've been living with it my whole life. But in this moment, I feel more like me than I ever have.
He isn’t stitching me back together. I'm not broken. I'm exactly who I'm supposed to be. For the first time, in his eyes, I see the beauty in my messy pieces. And I make peace with them.
"Oh my God," I moan as my walls stretch around him. He's so big he brings tears to my eyes. It's an unfamiliar feeling, a strange fullness. There's pain. I won't lie about that. As he surges forward, tearing through my virgin barrier, it hurts, but it feels amazing too.
"Kitten," he breathes, kissing each corner of my mouth as his hips settle against mine. "God, you feel incredible, baby."
"That's because your penis is getting a warm hug right now, Xavier."
He freezes on top of me, and then his body shakes with laughter. "Jesus Christ, Charlie."
"It's true if you think about it," I mutter defensively. "What's the best feeling in the world? A nice, big, warm hug."
"Maybe you should keep giving hugs to my dick then," he growls, and then does some magic with his hips that makes me forget all about hugs.
My body melts into the bed as waves of pleasure roll through me. I moan, my core clenching around him.
"You beneath me is the best feeling in the world," he whispers, leaning down to capture my right nipple between his teeth as he rolls his hips again.
I cry out, scratching down his back. I think he might be right. This is definitely better than any hug I've ever gotten. So much better.
He moves from breast to breast, biting and sucking as he pumps his hips, pounding into me. I rock beneath him, my inner muscles clenching as if to keep him close or draw him deeper.
We get lost in one another. He rolls us, putting me on top. I circle my hips, grinding down on him.
"Fuck yeah," he growls, his eyes at half-mast "Ride it. It's yours."
I place my hands on his thighs and ride him. He helps guide me, rocking me on top of him until we're both trembling. I drop down faster, harder, chasing the orgasm that's building higher and higher.