Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 110360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 441(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Clearly, I wasn’t the only one excelling at this game of seduction.
Opening my mouth wider, I eased forward, sucking him in until the tip hit the back of my throat. Quickly sliding him out, I repeated the process, varying my speed from slow and sensual to fast and frenzied. And when he still hadn’t made the first sound, I added my hands to work what I couldn’t take in my mouth, determined to break through that ironclad control. My tongue swirled his head with every stroke, before swallowing him down again. Over and over, in a relentless rhythm, I worked him toward the edge.
Until finally, I won.
A guttural groan tore from him. “Fuck, Lofton.” His hand came down on the back of my head, stalling my pace. “Slow down, baby.”
It was safe to say I did not.
His muscular thighs tensed, hips rolling to match my rhythm. He was getting close. I could feel him swelling. And then, all at once, he closed his hand in my hair, pulling me away, until his cock slipped free of my lips.
“Jesus, woman.” He wiped his thumb along the corner of my mouth, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. “Rule number one: you do not get to make me come unless I’m inside that beautiful pussy of yours.”
As much as I wanted to laugh at the throwback to his stupid rules, there was no room for us in the past. But maybe there could be in the future.
Heat flooded my face at the thought.
He read it wrong—and also completely right.
His mouth hitched on one side. “You like the sound of that, huh? Me inside that greedy pussy?”
And because I did, a whole hell of a lot, I stood up, plastering myself to his front, while crashing my mouth over his.
Devon swallowed my moan as he walked us toward the bed, never breaking the kiss until we fell onto the mattress together. He caught himself with his hand beside my head. My heart pounded against my ribs as he just took the moment to stare at me.
I wasn’t nervous about his appraisal or the fear of him seeing something he wouldn’t like.
Though as a long moment passed between us, something softer and far more dangerous settled deep in my bones. I wasn’t ready to acknowledge what that feeling was yet. And I sure as hell wasn’t ready to share it with him.
But it existed, and for just a beat as something pained flitted through Devon’s face, I knew he felt it too.
“Fuck me,” I breathed, more than ready but also desperate to keep him in the moment.
His throat bobbed, my name tumbling from his lips like an apology. “Lofton, I—”
I rested my hand on his cheek. “I need you inside me. Please, Devon.”
He cleared his throat and shook his head. “I wasn’t expecting this. I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on the pill. And I trust you.” I rushed out, making sure he saw it in my eyes—no doubt or hesitation. “You think you can trust me, too?”
That was all it took.
His mouth crashed back to mine, any restraint he’d been clinging to snapping clean in half as his hands roamed my body.
I arched off the bed when his hand found my breast. His thumb grazed my hardened nipple, sending sparks through me.
A cry tore from my throat.
“Shhh.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “You’re gonna get me fired. If I’m gonna fuck you, you have to be quiet.”
“I…I’ll try.”
“Good girl,” he praised before kissing me again.
I slapped a hand over my mouth the moment he shifted to my side, his fingers finally finding my clit.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, but I want to make sure you can handle my cock. Come on my hand, but do it quietly, and I’ll give you everything you need.”
I gasped, my entire body coming alive as he glided two expert fingers inside me.
“Fuck,” he rumbled, as I bucked my hips off the bed, riding his hand. Using his thumb, he circled my clit, coaxing me to the highest peak.
And when I couldn’t take it anymore, I crashed down with a quiet whimper, already spreading my legs wide in invitation, ready for more.
He moved fast, positioning himself over me, his straining cock poised at my entrance. His dark gaze flicked to my face, as if he still wasn’t sure that was what I really wanted.
Circling my legs around his waist, I pulled him into me, removing all doubt. His forehead dropped to mine, watching between our bodies as he disappeared inside me inch by inch.
“Yes,” I whispered when he was fully seated, filling me so devastatingly full.
And then he moved. Hard and fast. The roll of his hips punctuated every thrust.
The thick cords of muscle at his neck strained as he drove into me, working us both to the edge of oblivion.