Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 91594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
As if to demonstrate, he glides his fingertip over his bottom lip, leaving it glistening with my arousal.
I close my eyes, trying to stop the need from being so intense. I’m scared that as soon as his tongue is on my pussy, I’ll scream from the orgasm that is already bearing down on me.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, his lips brushing against my inner thigh. “Every fucking inch of you is beautiful.”
I raise my hips slightly. “Joe.”
I can feel his lips curve into a smile as he presses a soft kiss on my skin. “Summer.”
Before I can beg him one last time, he flattens his tongue and glides it over my cleft. Then it’s on my clit, light flutters against it as the pressure builds within me.
I push up, wanting to experience more of his tongue, his mouth…more of him.
He growls against me as he slides a hand under my ass to tilt me up. “Jesus, yes,” he whispers. “This is so damn good.”
My hands ache to touch him, so I do. I weave my fingers into the soft strands of his hair. I tug a little, push down, and cry out when I feel one of his fingers glide into my channel.
“Oh, God,” I say to myself, but it’s too loud.
He laughs slightly, the vibration of that echoing through my core. “Come for me.”
Unable to contain myself, I unravel. The orgasm hits me hard, sending pulses through me that drive my hips up and off the bed as I push his head down so he’ll suck my clit between his lips.
Words that I don’t recognize flow from me. They’re woven into broken noises and cries that should embarrass me, but only fuel me more.
“Yes,” he hisses, his voice hoarse. “Like that.”
I go limp, my hands dropping from his hair to the bed. My legs fall open even more, leaving me shamelessly exposed.
The lightest brush of his finger over my already throbbing clit sends a shiver through me. “I’m going to fuck you, Summer. You’re going to watch.”
He flips me over with ease until I’m on my stomach. With a gentle swat of his hand against my ass cheek, he directs me. “Get on your knees.”
I do. I have no choice. I’ve never wanted anything more than to be fucked by this man.
“Look at yourself,” he orders as he slides off the bed.
A gasp escapes me as I look straight ahead to see my reflection in an arched full-length mirror leaning against the wall a few feet from the foot of the bed. My gaze shifts to his reflection as he sheathes his cock in a condom.
I’m mesmerized by all of it. The flush that’s taken over my skin, the wild mess that is my hair, and the movement of his hand as he trails it over his dick.
I hadn’t stepped foot into this room until I brought him here. I didn’t take him to the bedroom I’m staying in. That felt too intimate. Almost as though it was too much, but this is even more.
My gaze never leaves his body as he gets on the bed, yanks me back, and lines himself up to my pussy.
I shudder when he guides the crown of his thick cock over my tender flesh. I’m already so sensitive. I’m so needy that I moan when he slides the tip in.
He grips my hips as he buries himself deep in me with one solid thrust.
I scramble forward, unable to contain the burst of pain and the immense amount of pleasure I feel. “Oh, please.”
“Shh,” he soothes with his voice as his hand does the same on my skin. He circles his palm on my hip. “We’ll take it slow.”
I push back slightly, feeling his cock stretch me fully. “It’s so much,” I whisper.
“It’s everything,” he growls as he pumps slowly into me. “So damn good.”
Our eyes meet in the mirror as I watch him fuck me. He lets out an animalistic groan before he ups the pace.
I can’t tear my gaze away because I’ve never felt this connected to a man before.
His hand glides over my skin, diving between my legs so he can circle a finger over my clit. I cry out because it’s all so intense.
“You’ll come for me again,” he whispers into my ear. “Then I’ll take you the way I want.”
That’s enough to push me over the edge. I come with a blinding intensity that I’ve never experienced before. I call out his name, not caring if it’s loud enough that anyone on the beach can hear it through the open window.
His thrusts slow as I ride his cock through my orgasm.
As I still, he peppers my shoulder with kisses. Each feels like a gift to me.
“I want to see your face when I come,” he whispers against my neck. “I’m flipping you over.”