Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 97382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97382 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
And there are a lot…of inches.
I want him badly.
I slip my hands into his shorts, digging my nails into his bubble butt, and the sound he makes is somewhere between a primal growl and a whimper. He moves his hands from my face, one going to my throat, gently holding me, while the other slides down my side, leaving a trail of heat that has me vibrating all over. I suck on his bottom lip then whisper against his lips, “I want you.”
“Thank fuck,” he groans, kissing down my jaw to my neck. He nuzzles his nose as he licks and sucks my flesh. I squeeze his ass again, and he nips at my neck before taking his hand from my throat and putting it on my hip, squeezing so hard I reel at the feeling. He slides his hands down the backs of my thighs and lifts me with ease. When I’m airborne, I don’t cry out or fear anything. I know he has me. He takes me to the couch as I kiss and nibble along his jaw. “Ro, you’re driving me crazy.”
“Good,” I say as he lays me down, covering my body with his delicious one. He smiles against my lips before devouring them again. I need to feel his skin, so once more, I slip my hands into his shorts and squeeze his butt.
I may be obsessed with his ass.
“I live for your touch,” he murmurs against my lips, the feel of his lips sending chills down my spine.
“Touch me,” I practically beg, breathing like I’ve been running for twenty minutes.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his eyes searching mine. “I want to—fuck, I want to—but maybe we should go slow?”
Slow? Fuck that.
I lick up his chin, over his lips, to the tip of his nose. His hips jerk into me, and he lets out the most satisfying whimper. I almost come at the sound. “Please, Dawson,” I whine, squeezing his ass. “This has been slow enough. Touch. Me.”
He groans against my lips before he pushes my skirt up to my waist, gliding his fingers along my hips and down my thighs. “I’ll give you anything you want,” he whispers, kissing down my jaw. “I just don’t want you to think this is all I want.”
“I know it’s not,” I say. And I truly do.
With how resistant I was, I’m as surprised as you are.
But come on, we’re all on the same page, right?
Or am I being naïve?
All my thinking goes to hell when he trails his lips down my neck. His mouth is hot, soft, and I want to drown in the feel of him. I open the buckles of my straps, and he pulls down my shirt to expose my cleavage, where he licks and sucks on my flesh. I tilt my hips up as he settles between my thighs, his hardness thick and heavy against my center. I wrap my legs with his, threading my fingers into the hair at the back of his head and knocking off his cap. I throw it off the couch as he continues down my body. I gasp loudly when he swirls his tongue around my belly button, sucking on my flesh before kissing my mound over my tights. His eyes cut to mine, and they’re so dark, his mouth parted as he gasps for air, his face flushed.
I trace a finger along his jaw and then his lip before I whisper, “You’re stunning.”
He bites my finger softly and then smirks at me. “That’s my line.” I laugh softly as his fingers dig into my thigh. “Can I take these tights off and devour your sweet cunt?”
I nod, unable to answer with words, and he gets to work. Together, we push down my tights, my panties following, before he is between my thighs. He throws my legs over his shoulders as he takes my pussy in his mouth. I scream, arching up into his mouth as he takes long, languid licks. He angles his tongue between my lips, finding my clit before sliding down to circle my opening. He does it over and over, so slowly, as I fall apart beneath his talented mouth. I have never in my life been savored, but Dawson Sinclair is doing just that.
And boy, do I fucking scream for him.
He swirls my clit with the tip of his tongue, and my body shakes for him. He groans loudly before looking up at me. “I need more.”
More?
I don’t even get to ask before he pulls me onto the floor with him. I end up on top of him, but then he takes hold of the back of my knees and yanks me up his body to his face. He smacks my thigh and demands, “Sit on my face, gorgeous.”
“Huh?”
He chuckles before he drags me up over his lips, my knees by his ears and my pussy covering his mouth and nose. I go to complain about hurting him, but he smacks my ass.