Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
"Chances are I'm not. Now, this list."
"I'm not giving you a hit list." I joke by calling it that, but it might not be too far off the mark.
“How about we make another deal?” He starts to move up my body.
“Why would I need to make another deal? I think what you’re about to offer me I could get you to give me with no deal,” I point out. It would, however, be nice if I could return the favor. I’d love to explore his body too.
“True, but maybe my cheek is hurting.”
“Shut up.” I push on his chest, but he doesn’t go anywhere. He looms over me. I stare up at him. I didn’t know this man until a week ago. Now it’s hard to see life without him. “This is crazy.”
“I don’t know. Feels like the least crazy thing in my life.” He leans down, kissing me. I wrap my legs and arms around him. When he shifts his body, I realize that my sex is pressed to his abs.
“Eros,” I gasp when his mouth leaves mine to kiss down my jaw and to the column of my neck. “Wait,” I tell him but still tilt my head to the side so he can have all the room he needs to lay kisses across my skin.
“Don’t make me stop, Hellcat. I need you.”
“But when is it my turn to explore you?”
“Later.” He nips at my neck.
“Please.” That’s all it takes. Eros rolls, taking me with him. The next thing I know, I’m straddling him, and he’s laid out under me. I brace my hands on his chest.
“Love this view.” His hands run up and down the outside of my thighs.
“Don’t be distracting me.” I wiggle on top of him. Eros blows out a breath.
“Fine.” He puts his hands behind his head. “You could sit on my face.”
“When did you get all chatty?”
“Guess you bring it out of me.” He actually hits me with a super rare smirk. “Is that a no to the face sitting?”
“I didn’t know men were so into oral, unless they were receiving.”
“I’m into you.”
“I might be into you too,” I tell him, sitting up fully to be able to really take in all of him from his broad chest to his muscular stomach. I run my fingers down his lower belly, where there is a thin trail of hair.
“I’ll get you there.” Pretty sure I’m already there, but I’m not telling him that. Not yet. I’m still a little leery. You think you know someone, and then they end up being a serial killer. Though there had been signs. There always are in hindsight.
I lean back down, my breasts brushing against his chest, to kiss him over his heart. Eros's eyes stay trained on me as I keep trailing open-mouthed kisses down his body. His muscles tense and then relax under my lips. I take my time exploring all of him. I scoot farther down him as I go until I'm straddling his massive thighs.
My fingers trail across the top of his sweatpants. I can see the hard outline of his cock. I know he's big, but all of him is. "Hellcat." The word comes out gruff. It gives me a strange sense of power over him.
I pull the sweatpants down, his cock slipping free, thick and rather impressive. I wrap my hand around it, a bead of cum forming at the tip. I lick my lips to wet them.
The urge to taste him rides me hard. I want to give him the same pleasure he does me. I tilt my head down and swipe my tongue across the head of his cock, getting my first taste of him. I feel his thighs flex under my ass.
“Fuck,” I hear him say under his breath, so low I almost don’t hear it. I open my mouth wide to wrap my lips around the head of his cock, my tongue swirling around it. A low, sexy groan leaves him. I take a few more inches of him into my mouth and start to lick and suck, keeping my mouth tightly sealed, but that’s not hard with how big he is.
His whole body stiffens this time as I work more of him into my mouth. I’ve never done this before, so I’m taking my time and letting my throat slowly adjust as I find a steady rhythm up and down, my tongue rubbing against him too.
I’m surprised to find how much I’m enjoying this. I can feel how slick I’ve become between my thighs, that ache that only Eros can give me forming again.
“Bonte,” Eros chokes out. I see he has his fists clenched on each side of him. The fight for control is written across his intense expression. “I’m going to come.” His warning only makes me suck harder and push myself to take him to the back of my throat. I swallow repeatedly, having read that in a book somewhere. It works. Another groan rips from him, this one louder than all the others.