Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
He wrestles the shirt off, which causes a series of not-so-minor explosions to detonate in my lady bits. It’s probably a relief for the poor shirt too. It’s probably tailor-made to be a perfect fit, but even so, all those huge muscles and vast manliness probably do a number by testing the limits of endurance for the fabric. And don’t even get me started on the buttons.
Yes, I’ve seen his chest before. I’ve wondered about the lack of tattoos, seeing as other people in the same line of work would typically be covered. I’ve seen his perfect pecs, the huge muscles, the forearm porn, the veins, the perfect squares and blocks and ridges all encased in that bronzed velvet flesh in perfect god-man-ness, but this is different.
The first time, that image went straight to the part of the memory that is solely reserved for fantasies I can draw on later. This time, there’s no fantasy involved.
I’m getting wrapped up in strong arms and taken down to the softest comforter, and it’s all real. This man who looks like a god, who encases his sweet, tender, bruised heart in a wall of muscle, stone, and the willpower to keep on clawing out survival even when he’s long past that point…he chose me. He’s turned on by me. He wants me.
It’s not easy to grasp, but the evidence is very obvious, especially because the tackling to the bed thing just involved him parting my legs and wedging his thick thigh between mine to spread them open. They’re spreading. My god, are they ever. I’m so eager to make room for his massive form. I’m painfully ready, wild for it. We’ve talked about so many different types of magic, but not dick magic. If it’s real, I want it. I’m pretty sure this man’s cock will put the wonder in wonderful and the holy fuck, oh my god, in orgasm.
His hand travels up my thigh and parts my legs further. He’s still wearing his pants and keeping the hard ridge of his cock away from my center, but as he shifts and positions himself right in front of my very naked center, I can see the bulge there when I look down.
Holy shit, talk about testing the limits of the fabric.
“You have a perfect pussy, Ephemeral. So beautiful.”
“I—I…” Words aren’t my strong suit right now. Not when his face is so close that I can feel his hot breath on the inside of my thighs.
“I’m going to taste you. You’re so hot already, so wet for me. So perfectly pink.”
“That’s just dirty talk now,” I pant, spiraling out of control.
“Yes. Do you like your nipples being touched?”
“I…guess so.”
“Can you do that for me?”
That rough but gentle question makes me so freaking hot that it’s all I can do not to arch off the bed already. I run my fingers along my breasts until they hit my nipples. I roll over them slowly, pinching lightly and enjoying the shivery sensation that hits me right between the legs. When I touch myself or use a vibrator, I don’t exactly go for the nipples first, so it’s new.
“Spread your legs wider for me, Ephemeral.”
“Are you going to issue orders the whole time?”
“Do you like it?” he rasps.
“I’m more of a doer than a good girl. You have my permission to pleasure me as you see fit.”
His eyes spark, and holy shit, hallelujah, I think I’ve properly awoken the beast.
And despite what I said, I open my legs a little wider until it almost hurts. I keep my eyes wide open and watch as he kisses my mound. He runs his finger through my wet folds, starting at the top and heading lower until he dances around my entrance. My hips roll up as my eyes roll back into my head. I raise my arms and press them against the headboard, which is something upholstered. I’m already getting the sense that I’m going to have to brace myself.
He finds a spot that’s not my entrance and isn’t anywhere near more taboo spots, and then he gives me the slightest amount of pressure. I didn’t know that was even a thing. But the strange sensation makes my hips buck up. With his other hand pinning me down to the bed, they promptly flatten, and that’s when he gives me the first taste of heaven.
His tongue, my clit. Lower. Teasing me, whipping me, and tasting me, all while his fingers do devastating things to me lower.
He lashes my clit a few times while his finger circles my entrance but doesn’t push inside. He parts me and licks down my center and then keeps going, spreading me apart with his fingers so he can tease my entrance with his tongue.
It makes me shake, and my hips roll. And now that he’s not holding me down, it’s like a tsunami washing through me. My muscles tighten, waiting for the explosion.