Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91595 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“I knew you’d taste so fucking good.”
He licks his lips as he slides my thong down my legs, trailing kisses along my thighs before bringing my panties to his nose. A sound somewhere between a growl and a sob leaves his lips before he sucks on the little fabric that has cupped my pussy all night. “I could survive on your taste alone.”
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, and the man just smirks. He presses his knee between my legs, and to my absolute surprise, he hangs my white thong on his rearview mirror. “Dean!” I gasp. “Skyye will see it.”
“I’ll take it down before I go get her,” he tells me, his lips curled in a devastating grin. “I want the reminder of your pussy on my mouth when I go to work tomorrow.”
Before I can tell him we aren’t dumb teenagers, he slides his tongue along my belly, and I forget everything but the feel of his hot tongue on my pussy. Dean swirls his tongue around my clit as he hooks one arm around my ass, and he presses his other palm down on my stomach. His hands are callused, hard, and warm against my soft skin, but I crave it. I arch into his touch, rocking my hips for more of what he is giving me. He tongues my opening, fucking me slowly with thrusts of his thick tongue before moving back up to give my pussy openmouthed kisses that have me jerking up into his face.
“Yes, darlin’, take your pleasure.”
I cry out as he sucks my clit between his lips, the sensation driving me to the point of completion. I start chanting his name, and he presses harder into my stomach, groaning against my flesh. He moves a hand down, squeezing my ass before sliding a finger into me. I open my eyes, taking him in, and I feel insane with my need for him. He looks so hungry, his eyes wild, and my heart skips at the way he hisses, shaking his head. “Fuck, you’re tight as hell.”
“Really?”
He groans, his eyes actually rolling to the back of his head as he curves his finger into me, hitting me in just the right spot to have me seeing stars. “I’m gonna enjoy wrecking this pussy, just how you wreck me with this gorgeous body and those sinful lips.”
“Dean, please,” I cry out, thankful the closest neighbor is a half mile away.
He slides another finger into me, the stretch so fucking good, and I moan loudly enough that even I’m surprised by the noise. He curves both fingers and starts fucking me in earnest as his tongue flicks over my sensitive nub.
I detonate.
I scream his name, arching up into his mouth as my body convulses under him. My thighs squeeze his head and I fear for his life, but he just hums against my pussy. The sensation makes me jerk, but he doesn’t relent. He licks up all my desire, drawing out my release and making my toes curl against his wide back. He drops a kiss on my clit then to my belly before pressing into my G-spot with the tips of his fingers, making me hiss from overstimulation. “I don’t know if I’ll ever leave the spot between these thighs.”
“Dean,” I gasp. “I want you inside me.”
“Oh, darlin’,” he murmurs, kissing up my belly, over my dress, to my neck. When he reaches my lips, his mouth tastes like me, and the cavewoman part of me wants my release on his lips all the time. I sigh into his mouth as he strokes my tongue in time with his fingers stroking my G-spot. His mustache tickles my lip and I feel the burn from his stubble on my thighs, but I want more. So much more. I nip his bottom lip as he pulls away, and his eyes are full of lust as he whispers, “I need more space so I can fuck you just how I need to.”
I can’t even process his words, because the next thing I know, Dean has me in his arms and we’re heading for the house.
I try to leave my feelings in the truck—this needs to be about sex, both of us getting off—but the moment he presses me into the door, my thighs cradling his hips as he looks down at me, his eyes all hooded and sexy, I don’t know if I can.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he tells me, his lips moving against mine. “I thought you were gorgeous as a teenager, stunning as a young woman, but now, wrapped around me, I don’t know what I did to get this chance. But I’m not going to screw it up.”
Then his mouth consumes mine just as he has my thoughts. I know he’s about to make me feel all the things I never thought I could.