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’s good. I’m apparently so ready that it won’t take long.
My one foot comes off the bed and finds his shoulder before bracing against it. He grunts when it slips a little lower, digging into his back. I had no idea backs could be so muscular. Is a six-pack there possible? A back pack?
I’m already about to set a world record for the fastest climax, and that’s before he goes back to my clit and starts licking it into a clitpocalypse. There’s nothing clit-teasing about it. He dives in straight for destruction. He uses parts of his tongue I didn’t even know could be used for this, and then fastens his lips around me and proves he’s the world’s best kisser, no matter where he’s kissing.
I stop pushing against the headboard, get my other foot up onto his shoulder, and lift my hips shamelessly in the air.
“Fuck yes.” He scoops his hands under my ass and digs his fingers in to bring me to his face so he can devour me.
I grasp the covers, clawing my hands into them as the first shockwave detonates. It hits my middle and fractures out, drenching the rest of me and painting me in light. I shake violently, unable to say anything at all as the pleasure wrings me out.
“H—holy lunar lava lamps,” I hiss shakily after while I’m still trembling.
He kisses the top of my pussy and raises his head. “I know you said just do it, but I need permission to wreck you.”
“Wreck me?” Why has nothing ever sounded so good? “Oh, you mean the size difference.” I shiver when I contemplate that. Obviously, he’s aware I’m so much smaller, and he’s so much larger. All. Over.
I blink up at him, and it’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him that he’s already been wrecking me since the first time I set eyes on him. He’s invaded my mind, nearly ruined my sanity, and crept into the fantasies I’m not supposed to be having. His rock-hard ass in literally any set of pants is going to live rent-free in my head, taking up a significant amount of gray matter for the foreseeable future.
I want to know what it’s like to be enveloped in those rock-hard arms. To have that wall of muscle and his massive body surrounding me. My whole body is electric with the need to have him inside me. I’ve been buzzing for far too long already. I don’t know what our lives hold for us, even as soon as tomorrow, because we have two different realities.
I close my eyes. I don’t want to think about that right now. I don’t want to think about letting him go, even though I can’t keep him. He’s not an adoptable pet. He’s not ready to belong to someone, and neither am I.
“Hey.” He moves up my body and kisses my neck and then my chin.
I keep my eyes closed, running my hands down his shoulders before I grasp biceps so big that they might as well be not-so-small tree trunks.
“I didn’t mean to scare you. I promise you that I only have an average-sized dick, and when used slowly and responsibly, it brings only maximum enjoyment.”
My lips twitch. “Liar.”
“Not about the maximum enjoyment part.” He turns his face, his stubble scraping over my jaw deliciously, his hot breath painting my ear. “It can also stay safely in my pants for maximum enjoyment.”
“Yeah, mine. Not yours.”
“Yeah.” His hand skims down my side, avoiding my breasts, and rests on my hip. “But I’m more than okay with that. If you’re not ready or you don’t want to do anything else, that’s fine. I want to do what you want.”
What do I want?
In her last week, my mom told me to find something I love, and then working hard at it won’t ever feel like work at all. It’s clichéd advice, but I tried. I found something that paid the bills, and I turned my love of animals into something that can help the rest of the world. I met Peach Lips, and we’re a team doing it together.
But do I want to do it forever?
Help the world, help animals, and love Peach Lips, yes.
But is doing cat cons and constantly being on social media what I really want to do with my life? Can I be an animal advocate and still live my own dreams? What even are they? And how do I get from here to there if I can’t even fathom what it is I want to do with my life?
Anyway, this isn’t the time to think about it.
“I…” That’s all I can get out before my throat closes up.
Thorn nods like a really jacked, sage wonder man. He brushes his knuckles down over my jaw and tilts my face up. “We should just take a minute.”