Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
She turns her head to look at me. For a long moment, she just stares, and then she gets that look in her eye—that steely, stubborn, determined look that tells me louder than words that I'm about to pay dearly.
I am not wrong.
She shifts, sitting up. One hand lands against my shoulder, shoving me onto my back. I watch, half in amusement, half ready to pounce, as she rises over me like a Pagan Goddess, all curves and naughty plans.
"What are you doing?"
"You got to play." She flicks her gaze up to mine, her expression hot enough to burn. "Now, it's my turn."
I groan when she immediately reaches for my boxers, yanking them down to my knees. My dick springs free, bouncing in her face. The little minx ignores it, though. Aside from the whisper of her breath across the head, she doesn't go anywhere near the hard bastard. Instead, she sits back on her heels, looking at me like she's trying to decide where to start. Honestly, though, if she's taking suggestions…
"What was it you said you were thinking about?" she asks, reaching out to run a single fingertip down the ridges of my abdomen. "Oh, that's right. Me on my knees with your dick down my throat."
"Jesus," I rasp, precum welling from the tip. "Princess, you don't…" That's as far as I get before she's got that perfect hand on me, wrapping it around my shaft. My hips arch from the bed, my balls throbbing.
She holds my gaze as she leans down, so fucking slowly it's torture.
"Chloe!" I shout, already on the verge of losing my goddamn mind as soon as she wraps her lips around the head of my cock. She doesn't tease or take her time. Once she's right there, she just goes for it, the same way she does everything in life. And fuck me running. Her mouth is perfect. So perfect.
I destroy her braid, trying to get my hands in her hair, trying to get her hair out of her face so I can see. And then my soul threatens to leave my body at the sight of her perfect lips wrapped around my cock.
"Jesus, princess," I choke, trying like hell to stay still. If I move, I'll have my dick all the way down her throat while she chokes on it. I know I will. "Jesus."
She hums around me like she's enjoying this as much as I am, and then plunges down, taking damn near half of me at once.
I shout her name. Curse. Babble like a brainless idiot.
It feels too good. Christ, it's heaven, better than every dream I've ever had, combined.
Her hand slips between my legs to cup my balls, and I lose it. Just…fucking snap.
Between one breath and the next, she's flat on her back beneath me, and I'm breathing like I just ran a marathon. And she knows exactly what she did. She fucking smiles at me, her tongue swiping along her bottom lip like she's lapping up my taste.
"Delicious," she whispers.
I snarl her name, yanking her legs up over my hips. Both of them. Same time. It puts her perfect pussy right up against my cock. I feel her dripping on me, and I'm not sure which of us enjoys it more. We both moan. We both shake.
"I want to fuck you into next week right now," I growl against the side of her throat.
"What's stopping you?"
I lift my head to meet her gaze. "The fact that I won't survive hurting you."
Her expression softens, amusement morphing to something deeper, some emotion I'm not sure I know how to name. It's shock, awe, and adoration all at once.
"You won't hurt me, Tryst," she whispers, reaching up to cup my jaw. "I may be a virgin, but that doesn't mean I haven't played."
"What the fuck?" I scowl down at her, a hot surge of possessive jealousy rushing through me. It's not like I have a right to feel it. Until today, she wasn't mine. No, fuck that. She was mine. She's always been mine. And even though I thought she hated me, I never could stand the thought of her with anyone else. Anytime another man was even mentioned in relation to her, I made sure to show up to shut that shit down. I'm not even sure there was ever anything to shut down. She never paid anyone else any attention, but I showed up and made her see me anyway.
She immediately rolls her eyes at me. "Easy there, tiger. That's not what I meant. There's never been anyone else. Not even a date, Trystan." Her cheeks flush at the admission. "But I'm twenty-four. I have needs. I learned how to handle them myself."
Fuck. Oh, fuck.
"You mean toys."
"Yes."
"Are you going to let me use them on you?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe, my ass," I growl, shifting so my dick bumps her clit. "I will be using them on you. Every goddamn one you own, Chloe, just to ensure you remember what I did to you with them every time you touch them."