Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
He kissed me, slow and coaxing, as though he had all the time in the world to taste me. His lips brushed mine twice before his tongue slid deep, and I melted into him, my body remembering how good it felt to be undone by him.
“I like waking up like this,” I confessed when he ended the kiss.
“You better.” He brushed his lips against mine again. “It’s gonna happen a fuck of a lot more.”
I stroked my hand up his chest, tracing my fingertip over the black lines of the Route 66 tattoo on his left pec. “Yeah?”
“Already addicted to gettin’ my taste of you in the morning.” He shifted over me, weight braced on his forearm, his other hand skimming under the oversized shirt I’d tugged on last night to find bare skin. “And not just your mouth.”
My inner walls fluttered at the reminder of the orgasms his lips, tongue, and teeth had given me. “We should make it a tradition whenever we wake up together.”
“Every morning then.”
His kiss swallowed the questions his bold statement prompted, the heat between us quickly building until I stopped wondering if he meant those words and how they sounded. That this wasn’t temporary. And maybe he wanted something permanent with me.
His fingers brushed over my panties, teasing the soaked fabric, and a wave of heat surged through me. My breath quickened, and I knew he could feel how much I wanted him, my body already slick with need. I bit my lip to stifle a moan as his other hand tangled in my hair, his strong fingers curling around my neck.
He held me in place as our kiss turned desperate and hungry. I melted into it, a soft moan escaping as his tongue swept inside, claiming me.
“Fuck, baby. I love when you make sounds like that.”
“I’m still not used to how you make me feel,” I confessed, arching into his touch.
“’Cause I’m the only one who’s ever gotten a taste of you like this.” He claimed my mouth in another deep kiss. “Best damn gift I’ve ever been given.”
I pressed closer, my arms wrapping around his shoulders. My hardened nipples brushed against his chest through the shirt I’d taken from him last night, but it wasn’t enough. His hands gripped my hips, and with a gentle tug, he guided me onto his lap. My legs straddled him on the edge of the bed. Even through his boxer briefs and my panties, I felt the hard evidence of his desire, and my core throbbed, wet and aching.
“Torin,” I gasped, my voice trembling with need as he shifted me, his lips trailing along my jaw, down my neck, leaving a path of fire with every lick and gentle bite.
Each touch marked me, and I arched into him, craving more.
“Be a good girl and lie back for me.”
I’d been strong for so long, standing on my own two feet from far too young an age. I never thought I’d willingly hand power over to someone else, but I loved how Torin took control in bed. And when he called me a good girl in that deep voice of his, my ovaries practically exploded.
He eased me onto my back, his weight settling between my thighs. After lifting the shirt over my head, his eyes darkened, and a low groan escaped as he took in the sight of me sprawled beneath him.
“You are so fucking beautiful, baby.”
Before I could respond, he dipped his head, his tongue swirling around one of my pebbled peaks. I squirmed, moaning, my body alight with desire as he sucked, the sensation shooting straight to my core.
Threading my fingers through his dark hair, I moaned, “Yes, Torin. Yes.”
His attention shifted to my other breast, his hips rocking against me, his hardness pressing into my center. I was soaked, aching, and ready for him. Then he tugged my panties down, and I gasped as he kissed his way lower, settling my thighs over his shoulders.
He spread me open, his thumbs parting me, and the hunger in his gaze made me tremble. “Soaking wet and so needy. I can’t fucking wait for you to fall apart on my tongue again.”
“Please,” I panted, desperate for more than just the heat of his breath against my pussy.
His first lick was slow and deliberate, making me cry out. Then he dove in, and my hips bucked while he nibbled, sucked, and teased until I was a writhing mess.
“Torin, stop messing around.” My voice broke. “I can’t take any—oh! Oh yes!”
He thrust his tongue inside me, and my walls clenched, my body shaking. When he replaced his tongue with two fingers, curling them just right while sucking my clit, I shattered. My back arched, and I screamed his name, the orgasm crashing through me like a tidal wave.
Before I could catch my breath, he shoved his boxer briefs down his legs and settled between mine. “You’re mine, Jana. This pussy will only ever feel my cock inside it.”