Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65884 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 329(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“I don’t know. You look like a wolf.”
Ty barked a laugh as I ushered him into the house and locked the door.
He reached for my belt loop, tugging me close. “Can I kiss you?”
I hummed in approval, parting my lips as he pushed his tongue inside, backing me against the foyer wall. He slipped his fingers in my hair and angled his chin to deepen the connection.
Gah, this was perfect. The hungry slide of his tongue, the brush of his beard, and his rough hands…everywhere—plucking my shirt from my khakis, moving underneath, scratching my sides. I was already burning up. I broke the kiss to yank Ty’s T-shirt over his head and quickly recaptured his mouth, switching our positions. He tasted like vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and cherries, and I couldn’t get enough.
I sucked his tongue as he dealt with the endless row of buttons on my gingham oxford shirt. I swallowed a sigh and bit his lip as he dragged his fingernails on the sensitive nubs.
“That’s…yes.” I reached for Ty’s belt buckle. “I want…can I…please?”
He grunted an affirmative, watching me like a hawk as I gave my full attention to undoing his jeans. I shoved the denim fabric out of the way and pressed my palm on the rigid outline of his cock before curling my fingers and stroking him through his boxer briefs.
“Mmm. Yeah…fuck, yeah,” he purred in my ear.
Oh, boy. If he kept this up, I was going to spontaneously combust. He didn’t even have to touch me, but…his hands were on me again, making quick work of my khakis. Ty grabbed my ass, licking my jawline and rocking his hips till we humped and rutted like horny teens. It was exhilarating, but it still wasn’t enough.
I pushed my fingers under the elastic band of his boxer briefs and clutched his ass cheeks. He licked my ear in response, glancing down as I toed off my shoes and kicked my discarded clothes aside. Somehow, I was almost naked in the entryway while he still had his jeans on.
All our contrasts were on vivid display—our hair, our skin, our clothes—and it was hot as hell.
I loved that he was taller and bigger, but that he didn’t use his size to intimidate me. He gave me control. To be honest, I wasn’t sure I wanted to call the shots. The fantasy of Ty overpowering that unseen man in the alley screamed to the forefront of my mind, but this time, it could be me.
“More. I want…more,” I whimpered.
He traced my crack, our cocks pressed tightly as we bucked and swayed, precum slicking our lower abs. Then he slipped a finger in my mouth. “Suck it. Make it really wet for me.”
I obeyed, moaning when he parted my cheeks and rubbed the slick digit at my entrance, pushing it inside. “Mmm, yes. More.”
Ty massaged my prostate as he sucked my tongue, surrounding me, consuming me till oxygen deprivation became an issue.
I gasped for air, blinking in a daze. With his jeans lowered and his erection tenting his briefs, Ty looked like a dream. The naughty kind.
He stroked himself through the cotton barrier so the tip of his cock peeked over the elastic band. “Where’s your bedroom, Walker?”
“This way.”
I dropped my briefs in the foyer and led the way.
My bedroom was a large sunlit space with a gorgeous bay window. The walls were a soft shade of yellow, decorated with tasteful floral prints that complemented the patterned rug under the bed. It was a sweet oasis filled with books, meaningful tchotchkes, and…my cat.
Mabel sat on the fluffy duvet amid a sea of throw pillows, licking her paws, her keen gaze fixed on the stranger.
Ty took off his shoes and socks, and moved to greet her. “Hey, who’re you?”
“That’s Mabel. She’s the queen of this castle, and she’s rather feisty. Don’t be offended if she…does that.” I tilted my chin as the cat darted off the bed and out of the room.
He chuckled, lowering his jeans. “That’s okay. I’ll meet her later.”
“Only if she agrees to…”
Was I saying something? I did a double take at the impressive full-mast erection bobbing in the breeze and hurried to grab supplies from the bedside table and toss the mountain of pillows out of the way.
I held a tasseled hot-pink one in front of my johnson as I braved another glance at the godlike man in my boudoir.
I wasn’t being coy. Honestly. And I wasn’t a prude. Sex was fun and life-affirming, and with the right partner, it could feel positively transcendent. The thing was…I’d never been starkers with the intent of going all the way with anyone who looked like Ty Czerniak.
Those tattoos, those muscles, that cocky grin, and that…very large penis.
“See something you like?”
“Yes,” I grunted as I dropped the pillow onto the pile.