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)
I pushed her thighs open, spreading her wide. She was pink and perfect, glistening and so fucking lickable. I hovered over her, rubbing my nose against the top of her slit, and inhaled deeply. I was going to bury my face in that sexy smell, and it was highly possible I wouldn’t wash that for a long time, either.
Just like she’d done to me in the living room, I didn’t start small. No. I dipped down as far as I could go, almost to the crack of her ass, and licked one long stroke from back to clit. Fucking delicious. She moaned, and the sound shot straight to my cock. I’d thought nothing could be better than her swallowing me, making choking sounds to take every last inch. But this—hearing her pleasure—this was pure heaven. I’d never quite understood the bible verse that said it was better to give than receive, at least when it came to head. Getting was always better, at least until today. I wanted to eat her all night long, make her moan my name until the words formed a damn song.
Sloane’s back arched off the bed. I lifted a hand to her stomach and nudged her down, using a firm grip to keep her in place. Then I went in for another lick. But it wasn’t enough. Not even close. I spread her legs wider and tunneled in, fucking her with my tongue. Her head thrashed from side to side while she moaned my name. Back in my playing days, the roar of the crowd chanting my name could make me feel invincible. But this—hearing Sloane scream—charged me up more than a packed stadium. My entire face got in on the action—lips, tongue, teeth. Hell, I used the scruff on my cheeks to work her with friction. I couldn’t get enough. And from the sounds she was making, neither could she. I couldn’t be sure which of us was enjoying it more.
“Wilder! Oh God.” She yanked my hair.
I wanted her to pull harder. So I sucked on her firm little bud and slipped a finger inside. I was so fucking turned on that I started fucking the bed, hips thrusting against the mattress, while my tongue lapped at her juices and my fingers pumped in and out. I was totally obsessed and consumed, and I never wanted to come up for air.
Then it happened. I felt the clench around me, her words trailed to an incoherent babble, and Sloane came all over my tongue. It was … glorious. Holy. Other freaking worldly.
And the best part? It was only the beginning …
22
SLOANE
I panted as I stared at the man hovering over me.
“I … I, oh God.”
Wilder smiled. “I’ll take that as a pet name.”
I tried to roll my eyes but apparently that took too much energy. Even my eyeballs were sated. “I can’t feel my arms and legs,” I said.
“That’s okay. The only thing I want you to feel is my cock.”
I managed to lift my head and look down. “That thing is scary.”
Wilder leaned in and kissed me. “You didn’t seem too afraid of it when you were on your knees.”
“Ignorance is bliss. That was before I knew the true size of it. It actually choked me—that wasn’t for your benefit.”
He smiled and trailed a finger over my neck. “You are incredible.”
I flashed what was probably a goofy smile. “You’re pretty good at what you just did, too.”
“I’m glad you think so, because I plan to spend lots of time doing it.”
My arms and legs felt like jelly, but when Wilder kissed his way to my ear and started to tell me all the other things he planned to do to me tonight, I suddenly got a second wind. The dirtier his words became, the more desperate I grew to have him inside me. Though Wilder still seemed firmly in control. So I decided to rattle him with a taste of his own dirty-talk medicine.
“I’ve never done that—had someone go down on me while I sucked their dick.”
Wilder’s eyes darkened. “But you want to?”
I nodded. “I can’t wait to try it with you.”
“What else haven’t you done?”
“I don’t know. Lots of things. My ex wasn’t the adventurous type.”
“Thank fuck. I already knew he was a moron.”
I smiled and scraped my fingernail over Wilder’s broad shoulder. “I want to try new things with you.”
Wilder reached between us and fisted his cock. He slid his thick head through my wetness but kept going until he reached my ass, then circled my tight hole. “How about here? Would this be new?”
I nodded.
Wilder grumbled a few curses before looking up and thanking God. But I didn’t want to talk anymore, so I took the flesh of his bottom lip between my teeth and tugged.
He hissed. “I may never let you go back to New York.”