Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Oh fuck. Can you have a heart attack from need? Because that clean-shaven pussy was about to test the theory. I licked my lips, feeling like a little kid in a candy store, not sure what sweet treat to start with. So much for all the mental planning I’d done …
I took a step toward her, ready to dive in, and was met with a hand.
No.
No. No. No. She can’t be putting the brakes on now.
I froze, holding my breath. “What?”
Sloane’s lips curved to a wicked grin. “You told me what you wanted. But you didn’t ask what I wanted.”
Fuck. I shook my head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think…”
But before I could finish groveling, Sloane dropped to her knees.
Naked.
Except for the stilettos.
I was caught completely off guard, so much so that I stood with my jaw hanging open while she unbuckled my pants and unzipped me. Sloane tugged my pants down, wrapped her little hand around my painfully hard cock, and looked up at me.
“I want you to make me choke.”
I thought I might come right then and there. My cock throbbed. “Fuck,” I hissed. “You are … perfect.”
I’d said it before she touched me, and I meant every damn word. But when she licked her lips, lowered her jaw, and took me into her hot, wet mouth, I thought I might be the one to sappy cry. Usually when a woman got on her knees, she gave you a show—licking the head seductively, sucking along the shaft like it was a lollipop, wrapping her hand around and pumping to get things started—but none of it was necessary. Not when a woman takes you down her throat in one swallow.
Jesus.
Fucking.
Christ.
She can deep throat. My head fell back with a groan.
Sloane pulled back, keeping suction tight as she slid me almost fully out of her mouth, then lunged forward, taking me into her throat once again. I looked down, watching her head bob, and tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. It was that freaking good.
Was it too soon to propose?
Would her father be pissed if I didn’t ask him first?
Shit, I hadn’t even met her brothers yet.
Not even thoughts of marriage could slow down the orgasm already barreling down on me. She needed to ease up or this was going to be embarrassing. “Sloane. Jesus, baby. You have to slow down.”
Her answer was to look up at me, reach for my hand, and put it on the back of her head, urging me to guide her rhythm. Fuck. She wasn’t just giving me her blessing to fuck her face, she was telling me to do it. My fingers curled into her hair, and my hips began to thrust.
I couldn’t breathe. The sensation of her warm, snug throat constricting around me was the only thing that mattered. I could’ve gone deeper, but she already had so much of me, so I stopped an inch or two shy of my hips pressed to her face.
“Fuuuuck,” I groaned. “Just like that. So, so good.”
My fingers loosened in her hair as I pulled back out, almost to the tip. Then tightened as I eagerly pushed back in.
Sloane moaned, and I felt it in my balls. I pushed in a little farther, still not all the way, but enough that I was riding that edge. But this time, when I stopped the last inch from going in, she looked up at me, reached for the hand already at the back of her head, and urged me to push more.
Fuck.
That did it. I pushed past the point of no return and fed her my full length. Her throat constricted around me as she made a gurgling, choking sound. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. It was nirvana, the best thing I’ve ever heard and felt in my life. But I was seconds away from pumping down her throat, which undoubtedly was going to be an explosion. Choking her once was a gift, a second time was greedy. So I reached down, gripped under her arms, and guided her to her feet. Then I kissed that magical mouth.
Change of plans—I scooped her into my arms and stalked through the apartment.
“What about the window?” she asked in a daze.
“Fuck that. No one is seeing you look like this except for me.”
I set her down in the center of my bed, undressing the rest of the way in record speed. She looked like some sort of goddess, hair fanned out all over my pillow, a real-life wet dream. I made a mental note to tell my housekeeper not to wash the sheets, so I could smell her while I jacked off to the memory of tonight after she was gone. The thought was laughable, really. I was already making plans to watch the rerun, and the show hadn’t even started yet. But I knew it was going to be that good. I’d known it since the first day we met. And that was before I had any inkling she could deep throat better than a porn star.