Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100367 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 401(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
He snorts and opens my jeans as I kick out of my shoes. We’re both grinning at each other, scrambling out of the clothes that are in our way, and once we’re both naked, he boosts me up onto the counter, making me yelp because the marble is cold.
“Don’t worry, Duchess, I’ll warm you right up.” He’s already nibbling on the top of my shoulder, his hands drifting up and down my sides, making me break out in goose bumps. My head falls back when he drags his lips up my neck and his hands cup my breasts, his thumbs working over the already-hard nipples and sending electricity straight to my core, making me whimper. God, I sound so needy. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you make me lose my goddamn mind.”
“How do you even get muscles like this?” I mutter as I trace the little valleys between his abs. “For fuck’s sake, did you sell your soul to the devil or something?”
“I work out, baby.”
“When? I’m with you all the time, and—”
“Do you really want me to explain my workout regimen and diet plan when I’m about three seconds away from eating your perfect pussy right here in our kitchen?”
Our kitchen.
He said our bed earlier.
And it makes my stomach jitter in the best way because I love the way it sounds. It makes me feel like I belong here, with him, in this amazing place that I’ve come to love almost as much as I love him.
“Later,” I agree, and feel him smile against my skin as he kneels on the hardwood and spreads my thighs wide, his bright-green eyes full of lust as he takes in the flesh between my legs. His hands press on my inner thighs, and he leaves wet kisses leading up to my pussy, and I lean back on one hand so I can watch him.
“You’re so damn wet, and you smell like heaven.”
“I love it when you talk like this.”
“Like what?” His eyes come up to mine, and he lifts an eyebrow. “Like I want you? Like I can’t stand the fact that I’m not inside you or eating you or fucking you so hard that you can’t walk tomorrow?”
“Yeah, that.” I swallow thickly and watch as he lowers his face and licks me, from my entrance to my clit, and my ass flexes in response, sending my hips up, as if I’m chasing his mouth, needing more.
Because I need so much more.
“Hmm.” He hums as he buries his face in my pussy, wraps his mouth around my lips and sucks, his tongue doing magical things that make me gasp and grip one hand into his hair. I don’t know if I’m pulling him closer or pushing him away, but he doesn’t stop. His nose brushes over my clit, and I’m already so close to coming, it’s absolutely ridiculous. This man plays my body like it’s his whole damn job, and his work ethic is impeccable.
“Delicious,” he growls as his lips move up, and his fingers replace his mouth. Two fingers glide inside me, his fingertips brushing rhythmically against that spot that makes me tense up and every single nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire. “You know what I want, beautiful girl. You need to give it to me.”
“Not in here.”
“You’ll do it where I fucking tell you to,” he growls and laves my clit as his fingers move inside me, and I can’t control the rush of pure energy that flows through me, my hips buck, I cry out, and then I’m coming, and I can hear the mess I’m making, and it makes my face flame. “That’s my girl. Fuck, that’s beautiful.”
“Tucker.”
“I’m right here.” He licks over my pubis, nibbles his way up my torso, and then the crown of his cock is right there.
Before he can push inside, I reach between us and wrap my hand around him, making his jaw tighten as I pump up and down.
“I need this,” I tell him with a rough whisper. “Please.”
“You ask so nicely.” His smile makes my already-quivering pussy clench as he pushes the head inside, and then he pauses, his eyes meet mine, and he covers my throat with one hand. He doesn’t cut off my air, he’s simply holding me, and leans in to kiss me. I can taste myself there as he pushes in, not stopping until he’s balls deep, and he makes me moan against his lips. “Fuck, you’re like a goddamn glove. You were made for me, Duchess.”
“You were made for me,” I counter as I wrap one arm around him, holding on as he starts to move. “Oh God, it’s always so damn good.”
His hips pick up speed, slapping against me with every thrust, and his cock stretches me so deliciously, I know I’ll be sore later, and I don’t even care.