Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 69582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
My nipples were pebbled hard, and it wasn’t only the arousal making them that way.
It was freezing in here.
He stood to his full height, towering over me, and yanked off his thermal shirt.
The next to go was the belt buckle.
Then the jeans dropped to the floor.
He toed out of his boots, leaving the jeans in a pile on top of them, and stood there in nothing but black boxer briefs.
The lungs that never seemed to fail me before did so then as I got my first good look at him.
Tall and broad, he really was built like a Viking.
No tattoos at all.
“I don’t know why,” I found myself saying. “But when I saw you for the first time, I envisioned you with tattoos everywhere.”
He hooked his thumbs into his underwear before saying, “Used to have them. Had them removed. Part of the whole ‘I need to hide’ thing I had going on with being an escaped convict.”
Then he pushed his underwear to the floor, and any thought of tattoos, tattoo removal, or escaped convicts was pushed to the back of my head.
“You, um.” I blinked a couple of times to see if I could clear my vision. But nope, when I refocused, his huge cock was still very much there. And very much hard. And very much way bigger than I ever expected it would be. “You’re quite, um, large.”
He fisted his cock and tugged on it a few times before he said, “One thing about having a big dick is that people always tell you it’s big. But hearing it from you makes me worried. I won’t just ram it in. I’ll take my time. You never have to worry about that with me.”
I moved toward him until the only thing that was between us was his hard cock.
“I don’t know that I’ve ever seen anything quite so big,” I admitted, looking down at it.
It was huge.
Hard and angry looking.
The head was a dark shade of purple. The veins that were running along the length of it looked swollen and heavy.
His balls hung low underneath his cock, swaying side to side when he closed the distance and pressed his cock against my belly.
The slick of precum that was on his tip painted itself across my belly, and I had to reach down to swipe my fingers through it and bring it up to my lips.
I felt as well as heard his groan as I brought that finger to my lips and sucked it clean.
“Condom or no condom?” he asked.
“I got an implant a year or so after Wendy was born to help with my periods,” I said. “I’m clean. Like I said, I haven’t been with anyone since that one drunken night that resulted in Wendy.”
He backed me up using his body until the backs of my knees hit the bed.
Then he pushed me onto the bed with a light hand on my belly.
I let myself fall backward onto my back and shivered as the cold bedding hit my now overheated skin.
He followed me down, bracing himself above me, and looked deep into my eyes. “I haven’t been a saint since I got out. But I have gotten a clean bill of health every single time before I donate blood. I’m clean. If you’re okay with it, I’d like to take you bare.”
I loved that he made sure he was healthy for my girl.
“I’m more than okay with it,” I whispered.
His eyes studied mine for a long time before he nodded once and pulled away.
He didn’t go far, though.
He slowly slipped down until his mouth hovered over my untamed bush.
Embarrassment once again flooded through me.
I should’ve gotten a wax.
At worst, I should’ve cleaned it up a bit.
I mean, it was the logical next step for us.
There was no way that I was going to not have sex with this man.
I knew this was where we were headed.
But…
His mouth pressed down on my seam again and his tongue poked through his lips to catch my clit.
“You taste good,” he murmured against my lips.
I closed my eyes as he pushed my legs wide and spread me open.
“I’ve never…”
He growled, which caused me to open my eyes and stare down the length of my naked body at his eyes, which were just barely poking up above my pubic bone.
“You’ve never done this?” he asked.
I shook my head.
“Good,” he said.
Then he went to work.
And my god, did he know how to work.
He was good with his mouth. His fingers. His tongue. His lips. His hands.
Not one single piece of me was left out.
He reached up and pinched my nipples.
He speared me with his fingers while his mouth circled my clit.
He pressed against my asshole with his pinky.
He literally rocked my entire world in a minute and a half.
Because that was all it took for me to detonate against his perfect mouth.