Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 192(@300wpm)
They weren’t pretty words to coax me into doing something I wasn’t ready for. They were plain-spoken words, real words. Sincere words. “You’re the beautiful one,” I told him as my hands started to roam his bare skin. “Your body is a work of art.”
He kissed me again, but this kiss was different. It was raw and real, intensity level one million as his tongue thrust into my mouth and stroked against my tongue, wringing whimpers and moans of pleasure from me. This was a kiss of seduction. It was almost as if his tongue was everywhere—across my nipples and my ribcage, my hip bones, between my thighs. “Molly,” he panted as he kissed his way from my mouth down to my breasts. “Your tits are absolutely perfect.” He flicked his tongue over one hard peak over and over before licking a trail of heat to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment.
“Colt,” I cried out, shocked at how good that felt all over.
“You’re so fucking responsive, Molly. You know how hot that is?”
I had no idea because I’d never done this before, any of it. Part of me knew I needed to tell him that fact, but I couldn’t—not when his lips wrapped around my nipple and sucked just hard enough to sting a little, but I felt it between my thighs, a deep pulsing that stirred fire low in my belly. He did it to the other nipple, and I thought I might come again. “Colt, fuck.”
He growled and kissed down my belly before he pressed whisper-soft kisses to one hip bone and then the other. And then his shoulders dug into my thighs, spreading them indecently wide. His warm breath fanned against my most private area, and I felt myself clench. “So wet. So pink,” he groaned and used his fingers to open me to his gaze. “So swollen,” he sighed and swiped his tongue in a long stroke against my clit.
My hips bucked up, and I cried out. “Yes!”
He smiled and did it again and again while I watched. Over and over, he flattened his tongue and licked me, the sensation so wonderful that I had to fight to keep my eyes on him because I didn’t want to miss a moment of what he was doing. Then his face was just buried between my thighs, and the sensations were so delicious that my hips rolled and my fingers tangled in his thick black hair. It was amazing. It was earth-shattering, and far too soon my body tensed and then flew apart into what I was sure was the most unattractive and wild orgasm either of us had ever experienced.
“Wow,” I cried out and collapsed against his mattress, my hips still rolling as his tongue teased my clit. “That was wonderful.” I knew I would never forget the feel of his tongue against my clit, the feel of his five o’clock shadow on my thighs, the dig of his broad shoulders into my thigh muscles, and the weight of his cock in my hands when we were face to face—hard, thick, and heavy. “You’re big.”
“Molly,” he groaned as I stroked his cock. “Put me inside you.”
I didn’t know exactly what he was asking, but the feel of his thick, blunt tip against my opening was scary and exciting all at once. His hips flexed, and he pushed inside slowly. I held my breath and waited for the pain to come and pass. I heard it was painful but quick, and I was ready for what came after the pain.
“Breathe, Molly.”
I sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly with a smile. “I’m totally breathing.”
He sank deeper and deeper still. He froze at the barrier and stared at me. “Molly,” he said, this time with a question blazing in his eyes.
I nodded in response to the unasked question. “It’s my first time, yes, and I’m choosing you to be my first. Don’t make me regret it.”
His gaze softened. “I won’t,” he whispered against my lips and then kissed me until I was breathless and panting and completely unaware of any pain as his cock invaded my body. It was, hands down, the best kiss of my life. It was hot and sweet, a seduction as well as a dance. He kissed me as if he wanted to kiss me, as if the only thing he wanted in this world was to please me.
He took his time, teasing me with shallow strokes that had me begging for more. “Please.”
He smiled and kept up his slow torture until I was so wet that I could hear it each time he sank into me. My hands gripped his forearms and my hips bucked up to take more of him, but Colton pulled back and kept teasing me.