Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26061 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Lord oh lord oh lord.” His mountainous torso is shaking up and down, his words coming out slurred. “Get it out of your mouth before you choke to death.”
I purr around his steely flesh, my right hand cupping his balls and teasing them with skims of my palm, followed by a gentle squeeze—and he erupts.
Whoa.
I don’t get him out of my mouth in time—I can’t, because he’s swelled so much that I fear he’s stuck, and now salty fluid sprays the back of my throat, wave after wave of thickness, and I swallow as fast as I can, the taste having a drugging effect on me, because of what it represents. Penn’s attraction to me. His homage to my mouth and how it moved on his cock. How I look on my knees for him.
He brays like a beast above me, his legs kicked out and shaking, his hips tilted up at a crude angle, and all I want to do is continue to drink his lust from my perfect vantage point where I have the privilege of watching this strong man fall apart.
Finally, he has spent enough to release him from my mouth, and I fall forward into his lap, gasping for air, while he continues to fountain milky white fluid up onto my face, my neck, my breasts. And the next thing I know, I’m face down over his lap, my skirt being jerked up violently to the small of my back. Cool air coasts over my feverish skin.
“I said two sucks.” His palm cracks sharply against my left butt cheek, the sound reverberating around the room. “Not two minutes.”
“I couldn’t stop,” I hiccup, getting another rough spank for my trouble, the stunning pain turning my nerve endings into snapdragons. Something is happening. Something I’ve never experienced before. I want to be walloped. Want to taste his frustration in the back of my throat in the same place where he put his climax. “I never w-wanted to stop.”
“How am I supposed to live with that image in my head?” He glances his palm off my buttocks, and I let out a throaty moan, feeling myself start to drip inside my thong. A drip that increases slowly until I’ve dampened the insides of my thighs. “How am I supposed to live with this memory? How am I supposed to live a normal life now that I’ve found you, baby? How?”
I’m too overwhelmed by the pressure in my throat and the lust coursing through my body to hold back anymore. I scramble up into his lap, wrapping my legs around his hips and diving into a kiss that couldn’t be more passionate if it was scripted. Because it’s real. It’s real. He kisses me like he knows me and sees the best parts of me.
He kisses me like he loves me—and I kiss him back the same way.
“Don’t let me go,” I gasp when we come up for air.
Penn’s eyes flash with a depth of emotion that makes me cry out, then I’m whimpering on my back because he’s twisted around and thrown me onto the soft bedding, his hearty lumberjack body prowling over mine, his mouth feasting on my breasts, sucking and licking my nipples while his fingers slide up between my legs and enter me, two long, blunt digits that mimic how his sex fucked me earlier in my trailer, fingering me with rough, jiggling pumps that cause stars to twinkle in front of my eyes.
“Go on, you tight pussy’d little girl. Come for Daddy while you’ve still got his sperm on your chin and his handprint on your sweet ass.”
The orgasm arrests every muscle in my body, his mouth stamping over mine just in time to catch my scream, and I’m blinded with bliss, but I can see just enough to acknowledge the squirt that he juices from my body with his relentless fingers and how much it turns him on, the slack-jawed praise in his expression prolonging the ripples of release, straining my very being until my frame melts down onto the bed and I’m crying like a baby, shaking under the perfect duress of it all.
Penn gathers me up close, cradling me, his hands coasting over my hair, down my back, smoothing my hips and drawing me deeper, deeper into his embrace, until I’m plastered there, fitted to him like second skin, which is exactly where I want and need to be.
If his thundering heartbeat is any proof, it’s where he needs me to be, too.
“You’re okay, baby,” he rasps. “I’ve got you.”
“I know.” I draw back slightly, meeting his eyes. “You’ve got me.”
After a thoughtful moment, he nods once, then tucks my head back into his neck. “Sleep now. Leave it with me.”
Leave it with me.
Perhaps the most incredible words anyone has ever said to me. It’s like a knockout punch to my anxiety and I simply go limp, knowing nothing bad is going to happen.