Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 206(@200wpm)___ 165(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
My hands settle in her damp hair, guiding my dick in and out of her mouth as she sucks and curls her tongue against the underside in a way that nearly drops me. Her mouth is hot and slippery as I flex and take control. Her eyes stay on mine as I shift, the head of my cock slick and squelchy, popping in and out of her lips while I fuck into her face.
"God, you're so beautiful. More beautiful every moment I know you, Leah."
My words drive her to suck harder, deeper, the hunger in her eyes shoving me over the edge, and I'm lucky as hell I held out this long. I fill her throat with a roar, gripping her head as my cock pumps five, six, seven thick jets of cum into her mouth.
My orgasm nearly tears me in two. It throws one of my hands off her head to brace against the slick tile, holding myself up as my legs shake and I'm calling out her name.
I eat her pussy for a good hour in the shower, until we both start to prune, and her voice goes raw from the climaxes I drag out of her, one after another. Then I towel us off and carry her into the bedroom, admiring her, hoping I can be everything she needs me to be in this life.
My thoughts turn to the first time I'll be inside her. How I may not survive it. I went off again in there myself, spraying up so hard it hit her thighs as I sucked her clit, and she screamed my name.
My heart climaxed as hard as my cock. It's all in for me. The sex and the love and the devotion, all wrapped up together. They'll never be separate, and I'll never give that to anyone else.
"You know…" The orgasm blush is still on her cheeks, and the twinkle in her eyes gets me right in the chest. "You barely know me. You sure it's safe inviting a strange woman to stay in your home?"
I cross my arms. She's lying back on the pillows against the headboard, supple and easy, the light going to evening's golden orange around her. Past the glass, the forest drops away below us, the room floating out over it.
"I think I can handle myself. But you do have skills that could bring a man to his knees. At least this man."
8
Leah
"Leah." Allister's deep voice pulls me out of the deepest sleep I've had in years.
It takes me a moment to get my bearings. Then his scent reaches me, spicy and clean, his body warm against my back as he shifts. He's fresh. Showered already. And I never even stirred when he left the bed we shared last night.
I hum, trying to find words, but I'm not ready. My body is a little achy, a little tingly. My legs throb, but it's more than just that. That near-constant ache between my thighs wakes at the sound of his voice alone. How does he do this to me?
"Something's happened."
He drags his fingertips from my forehead down my neck, and the shiver goes all the way to my toes. His voice carries that same bass-drum rumble, but this time something else runs under it.
"What is it?" I roll over. His brown and gold eyes hold mine from behind a tense brow. We spent hours talking last night, and I love and hate how connected I already am to him. He makes me feel safe, but his voice has an edge that says something's wrong. I wouldn't have caught it a day ago.
"The club in Chicago and one in Indianapolis both burned last night. I'm sorry, I have to go."
Burned. It takes me a second to wrap my head around the word. "What? Fires at two clubs? Is everyone okay?"
"As far as I know, no one was hurt. Doesn't look like a coincidence, though. I'm so fucking sorry, baby. With Decker and May just married and locked away…" He shakes his head, his hand stroking my cheek. "I don't want to leave you, but I have to go deal with this shit. I fucking hate it, but it's my responsibility."
"You have to go. I understand. Decker and May will be home later today. May was never going to last long away from her own bed, and Henrietta will be here with me besides. I'll be fine. I was uneasy about telling her I wasn't staying at the guesthouse anyway. She has strong opinions, if you hadn't noticed, and I'm not up to explaining us to her yet."
The words are there, but my stomach drops anyway. I run a hand over his shoulder. His body fascinates me. Massive and powerful, but so controlled, so deliberate. Golden morning light comes through the window and crests across half his face. The half I can see wears a carnal look, like he knows things about me I don't.