Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78024 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Until Priest last night, I hadn’t gone past a little heavy kissing in years, and it feels like I’m making up for lost time. When he pops the button on my jeans, I don’t protest. I just let him ease me back onto the bed and lift my hips so he can slide them down my legs and toss them aside. He looms over me, still fully dressed while I’m down to only panties.
His eyes are lust-darkened and watching me like he’s admiring fine art. “Jesus, you’re pretty,” he growls. “All of you.”
I’ve been judged for my looks since I can remember. It can really mess with your head to grow up being told that you’re beautiful in one breath, and then turned away at the next because your torso to leg ratio was off, or your bone structure wasn’t what they were looking for. I have what I sometimes call “feisty best friend” looks, and that’s okay, but I don’t think that’s what he sees, and I like the feeling of being seen through his eyes.
“You’re not bad yourself,” I tease. “But you’re making me feel underdressed.”
“Yeah?” He grins. “Too bad you’re not in charge here, honey. Now be a good girl, and do as you’re told.”
I wet my lips. “And what’s that?”
He captures my panties with both hands and starts inching them down. Swallowing nervously, I let him, even though it leaves me completely naked and exposed. Vulnerable. I trust him, though. Not in spite of the fact that he isn’t soft or gentle with the truth, but because of it.
I don’t think he’s the sort of man that would fake whatever this is that’s growing between us.
Colt pulls his shirt up over his head and tosses it aside, revealing the kind of body that inspired the Greeks and Romans to carve figures in marble. Defined planes and muscled slopes. I reach out and trace a finger along one of the jet-black bands on his forearm. It seems like it should feel like armor, but there’s nothing but smooth, warm skin.
He takes my hand and sucks my finger into his mouth, looking straight into my eyes as he does it. Then he slides off the end of the bed, pulling me with him until my butt is right on the edge of the mattress. He spreads my knees, opening me for him as he leans in so he can place a kiss on the inside of my thigh.
Oh God, is he going to—
The kisses move higher, closer and closer to where my desire is pooling like lava. His tongue slides through my folds, opening me to him. My back arches and I groan as he grips my thighs and holds me right where he wants me.
“So fucking responsive,” he growls.
Then he does it again, and again, exploring me with his strong tongue and playing over my clit until I’m a whimpering mess. He dips inside me, then traces my lips, and back up to my clit. Every turn of the cycle makes me more sensitive for the next. I fist the comforter, digging my nails in while he worships my pussy. I push my hand into his hair and look down to where my thighs are already soft pink from his stubble.
Mouth full, he glances up and I can feel the smirk more than I can see it. Satisfied I’m not running away, he lets go of my thigh and slides a thick finger into my aching pussy.
I groan, loving what it feels like and at the same time imagining what it would feel like if it was his cock. Colt pushes back the hood over my clit and wraps his lips around the small pink nub. I close my eyes, riding each wave of pleasure as it washes over me, letting him take control, to bring me closer and closer to that brink where I lose all control.
It’s not going to be long.
“Colt!” I let out in a strained gasp, just as he slides in a second finger.
His tongue never lets up. I’m thrusting my hips, riding his fingers like I’m fucking him, like I want all of him inside me, as my gasps grow louder and my toes start to curl. He takes me over the edge and I come around his fingers, crying out at the strength of the orgasm. I quiver in his hands, letting wave after wave of euphoria wash over me while he slows down but doesn’t stop, keeping me riding the edge until I’m afraid if I let go of his hair I might float away.
Eventually, I slump back onto his bed, still twitching. He finally lets up, gently sliding his fingers out while he kisses his way back up my body, leaving small cool patches from his soaking chin. When I open my eyes, he presses two fingers against my lips and I open to suck them clean, tasting myself.