Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 120838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
He grinned.
She kept talking.
“I don’t know if I would have been able to handle it if you hadn’t been there for me.”
He stole the baby back but slid into her on the couch so they could share him before he replied, “Ye would have handled it, love. You just didnae have to. Ah, ah, ah…” he warned when she was about to say something. “Not done speaking. I’ll finish by saying you’re welcome, but it was my pleasure. That sounds strange in these circumstances, but it’s true.”
He knew how profound that was to her when she aimed the kiss this time to his mouth.
And her aim, as ever, in many ways, was true.
His woman could suck a cock.
And this was what she was doing, curled on the floor between his spread legs beside the bed where he was sitting.
Dair was back on his forearms, but with his head up, watching her bob up and down on his slick, aching shaft.
She circled the head with her tongue then her eyes came to him, heated and aroused, the violet looking like velvet, and she kept his gaze as she trailed the tip of her tongue down the pulsing vein on his dick.
She trailed it up and gobbled him whole.
Good Christ.
He heard the small gagging noise she made, but when she added the suction, it felt so bloody fantastic, his head fell back.
She worked him, and then he felt her cup his tight balls and give them a squeeze.
He lifted his head again and growled, “Aye, lass. That. Harder.”
Her eyes flared, she squeezed harder, sucked harder, going faster, and added her other hand to keep the pressure going, trailing it after the movements of her mouth.
Fuck, her skills at sucking cock were stellar.
None better.
Not a one.
His head fell back again, and he lost her mouth along with both her hands stilling.
This made him raise his head, and he caught a wholly different expression on her face.
She explained it right away.
“I can’t even handle it, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
All right.
That did it.
He surged up, catching her under her arms, pulling her up his body, then tossing her to her back at his side.
He then mounted her, straddling her belly and taking his cock in hand.
“Dair,” she whispered, eyes wide and so hot, he felt the burn.
He jacked himself as she watched, her hands coming to his thighs, her nails digging in, her tongue trailing along her lower lip, her eyes sharing precisely how much she liked to watch.
Which meant, not long later, when he jetted on her chest, it seemed the long ropes of cum wouldn’t stop coming.
But naturally, they did.
And the second he could, he knelt between her legs, wrapping one around his waist. Both of them in position, it was his turn to watch.
He did as he finger fucked her and played with her clit while she squirmed. He listened to her mews, felt her clench around his fingers, and finally, with an arch and a cry, her hand flying back to fist in the bedclothes, she coated his fingers with her juices as she came.
Given the invitation, Dair dropped chest to bed and ate her clean which meant he ate her to another orgasm.
And by the time he was done, he was ready for her again, so he dragged her on top of his dick and made her ride him, his cum still drying on her creamy skin, until they both found it one last time.
Of course, this meant she collapsed to his side, limp, but this was no matter. Dair frequently got out of bed to clean her up, and this time was no exception.
When he returned after doing that, he brought her nightie with him.
“You’re going to have to put it on,” she informed him. “I’m fucked out. I can’t move. I probably won’t be able to move tomorrow. Or the next day either. You need to stop working out. You need to slow down. You’re gonna kill me.”
Chuckling, he pulled the nightie over her head, and she lifted her arms to push her hands through the straps. Then he tugged it down her body before arranging both of them under the covers and turning out the lights.
Only then did he say, “I’m not going to kill ye. Who’d I fuck if you’re dead?”
“Reanimate me, please. I don’t want you fucking anyone else.”
That would not be a problem.
A woman who could come four times and keep up with him—because it hadn’t ended on him doing the work, but her, and she put that work in deliriously.
That woman being Blake Sharp, who could pull off the hat she wore that day like she was the next queen in succession then hours later coo to a baby she was bouncing in her lap.
No.
No problem at all.
“Ye need to add some cardio to those exercises ye do,” he told her.