Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Her lids were heavy, but she forced herself to focus, to trace the muscular ridges and valleys of his body until mossy green connected with brown.
“Yeah, you love me in that mouth, don’t you?”
He moved in and out for the first time, leaving her mouth until just the tip rested on her bottom lip, before tunneling back in, slightly deeper than before and that thick pressure passing between her lips and his subsequent shudder reminded her to tease his balls in her palm. To keep her other hand moving, fondling him in time with his slow fucks of her mouth that were starting to happen faster already, his breath rasping in and out, filling the shower stall and encouraging her like nothing else.
“Don’t stop. Don’t . . . ahhh. Good girl. Don’t stop doing that. Fucking Christ.” That fist in her hair grew more and more firm, the tug of her scalp causing a corresponding ripple between her thighs, a satisfaction in some part of her inner self she couldn’t name. Joy of being possessed. Of making someone struggle with their own need, their own body. “Don’t need to teach you shit. Sucking my dick is easy when you love it, huh?”
Skylar moaned, intuition telling her to twist her palm now, cup his testicles gently, and his response, his faster pumping and bit-off curse, told her yes, keep going.
“That’s good, baby. Get sloppy now. Let’s go. There should be spit all over your chin when this is over.” Robbie took her mouth the way a man entered a woman’s body—with firm, fast strokes—but he never went past the point that made her choke, not until she invited him to do it, loosening her throat and blinking up at him in a wordless signal that it was okay, and in the back of her mind, she understood that not everyone communicated as seamlessly as them and this was unique. They were unique. But the head of his engorged sex found her throat at that moment and she stopped thinking, stopped focusing on anything but him. The power she wielded with a mere swallow. The power in giving permission. All of it. “I’m fucked now. Oh God, I’m so fucked. You’re . . . I’m . . . deep. I’m fucking your mouth so deep. Goddamn, Skylar.”
She swallowed again, constricting her throat around his hard flesh. Moving on instinct, she jostled his balls, grazing the trunk of his shaft with her teeth ever so lightly, looking up at him in wonder as he started to erupt. Saltiness met her throat, and she coughed out of necessity, tearing up, but didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Not when he’d ripped his fist off the wall and pressed it hard to his mouth, barely managing to trap the strangled roar at the last second, his every muscle straining, his powerful lower body thrusting forward with low grunts, blasting exhales.
“I wasn’t going to . . . I wasn’t going to bust, I swear to God.” He looked half incredulous, half delirious as he drove deep and held, more saltiness going down her throat, his entire body shaking. “You made it too good. Fuck, that was so good.”
There was nothing to compare to the state she was left in. A daze, maybe, but her blood was pumping furiously, her sex beating like a heart. As soon as Robbie finished, doubling over to brace himself on his knees, sides heaving, Skylar lost her balance, too, slipping sideways onto her hip and leaning a cheek against the shower wall, a warm stream of water coating her cheek. With a swollen mouth and piping hot blood, her surroundings were a dream, complete with low light and the white noise of the shower. It would have been soothing if her body wasn’t primed for more. More.
No sooner had she acknowledged her own hunger than Robbie knocked open the shower door with his elbow, wrapping his arms around Skylar and dragging her out of the still pounding spray, into the bathroom. Soaking wet and breathing hard, she was settled carefully onto the fluffy bath mat, but there was nothing careful about the way her bathing suit was stripped from her body.
Robbie loomed over her, steam glistening on his body, his face.
In that moment and every moment for the rest of her life, she’d consider this to be the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on. The one who rubbed his face between her breasts without a shred of self-consciousness, his right hand shuffling her legs apart. “Not even going to lie, I thought that would end with me fucking your brains out, but I couldn’t pull out of your hot little mouth to save my life.” Briefly, he brought his right hand to his mouth and spit on it, before bringing it between her thighs. Pausing. “Can I give you head, Skylar?” He licked his bottom lip, pupils dilating. “Please, baby. Please.”