Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 141464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 707(@200wpm)___ 566(@250wpm)___ 472(@300wpm)
My vision goes black; I spread my legs impossibly wider and grind myself against him.
“Yes,” he mumbles against me, sliding his tongue higher to circle my clit.
My low whimpers twist into sharp screams as he gently sucks.
“Oh.” Broken sounds babble from me, and I let out another long moan when he slides a finger inside me, then another, carefully stretching and exploring me.
“I…I…”
“I know,” he murmurs, kissing my inner thigh while his fingers keep working their magic. “You’re so close, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whine and twist my hips.
“You’re soaked. Dripping all over me.” He wiggles his tongue against me. “I love it so fucking much.”
He shoves his fingers into me harder, shaking my body, and lowers his head again.
Heat races over my skin. He groans and grips one thigh tighter, then curls his fingers inside me, rubbing and rubbing at a spot that sets off a blinding white flash behind my eyes.
He keeps licking and kissing, keeping my body purring and wanting, not allowing me a chance to come down.
“Oh my God,” I whimper and try to press my knees together. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” He releases my leg but continues to work his fingers inside me in an erratic rhythm. “You’re nice and ready for my cock. Aren’t you?”
“So ready.”
“Good.” His mouth is a hot brand against my skin as he drops kisses over my stomach, up my ribs to the undersides of my breasts. His lips close around my nipple, licking and tugging. A shudder of pleasure rolls through me.
Finally, he settles over me, his damp chest warm against my breasts, a happy, playful expression on his handsome face. I hook my arm around his neck, dragging him closer and press my lips to his. His chin, his lips, are covered in my scent.
The warm, hard head of his cock nudges against me and I struggle to angle my hips, needing him inside me, letting out a pleading whine.
He smiles against my mouth. “What’s wrong, little lady death?” He dips his head and sucks a sensitive spot below my ear. “Want something?”
“Yes.” I glare at him, hoping he feels the blazing heat of my eyes.
He slides his hand under my butt, tilting my hips.
“This?” he teases, pushing inside me.
Need strips the smart comeback from my lips. I lift my legs, wrapping them around his waist. I rest my palms against his cheeks and desire locks our gazes together.
His cocky demeanor dissolves, lines of tension cord his neck as he slowly thrusts inside me. White-hot bursts of pleasure spark through me with each inch. The relentless stretch teeters on the edge of pain and pleasure, finally landing on holy-fucking-amazing.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers. “I love being inside you.” He withdraws slightly, then thrusts in harder. “Could stay here all night.”
I clench around him, and he squeezes his eyes shut.
“I like you on top of me like this,” I whisper.
“I’m not squishing you?”
“No.” I clamp my legs around him tighter and roll my hips. “You make me feel like a sexy, safe little bundle.” I roll my hips again. “And hit something really good at this angle.”
Amusement sparks over his expression and he slowly slides out, until only the tip of his cock is inside me. Then he eases inside deeper. Each time a little faster. His arms slide under me, cradling me to him until we’re one sweaty, connected ball of pleasure.
All my awareness shatters as he works up to a relentless, pounding rhythm that rattles my bones. My breathy whimpers and his ragged breathing combine, filling the silence.
Wave after wave of warmth unfolds over me. I squeeze my eyes shut and allow the mindless bliss to obliterate me.
“Good girl,” he croons against my neck, never slowing down.
Before I have a chance to recover or even open my eyes, he tightens his arms around me and twists our bodies, until I’m on top. Instinctively, my hips keep moving.
“What beautiful view.” He reaches up and brushes my hair out of my eyes.
I rest my hands on his chest and slowly roll my hips. “Are you tired? Need me to take over?” I tease.
A lazy smile curls his lip, and he tucks one hand behind his head. “Yup.”
Still watching me, he brings his thumb to my mouth, pushing inside. “Suck for me.”
I swirl my tongue around it a few times and he pulls free. “Now lean back.”
“I thought this was my show?” It sounds like a protest, but my body’s already following his directions. Delightful sensations pulse through me as I rest my hands against his thighs, slowing my movements.
He brings his thumb to my sensitized clit, rubbing gently. His touch still overwhelms me. I let out a yelp but circle my hips faster.
This orgasm rips through me in a brutal, mind-numbing streak. My back arches, my legs shake, bursts of light explode behind my eyelids, and my pulse pounds in my ears.