Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22634 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
My eyes roll back in my head as my brain shuts down completely. Oh my God. Oh my God.
His tongue is so soft, just flicking, teasing, barely there, and then he flattens it and licks a hard stripe right up my center. My entire spine bows off the bed.
My hands twist in his hair, anchoring me to something solid before I get zapped into another dimension. Preston’s mouth is relentless. He licks and sucks, then flicks his tongue so fast I nearly lose my mind.
I’m squirming, totally helpless, and absolutely loving it.
He groans against me, low and hungry. The vibration sends a shockwave through my entire body. My thighs try to clamp around his head, but he just pushes them wider, pinning me down so there’s not a chance in hell of me escaping. Not that I want to. If he stops now, I’ll lose my freaking mind. There’s just… no way I’m surviving this. I can’t stop shaking. Preston’s mouth is relentless and greedy, and he’s not letting up even a little. His tongue circles my clit, slow and filthy, and then he sucks hard, sending my pulse skyrocketing.
He slides a thick finger right inside me, and there’s a sharp little burn, but I barely register it. I’m too busy gasping as he presses deeper until he finds the perfect spot that makes my whole vision go dark. My body arches, every muscle pulled tight, and his finger strokes in and out, curling just so, while his mouth closes over my clit.
That’s all it takes for me to come apart completely. I’m pretty sure I scream his name loud enough for the neighbors to file complaints. Oh well. Right now, I just don’t have the brain power to care.
My hips jerk wildly, my thighs clamp around his head, and I’m just lost in it, seeing stars. Nothing matters except the way he keeps moving his finger, his mouth never letting up, dragging every last bit of pleasure from me. I barely register him moving me until my head thunks against the pillows, and I'm sprawled out, legs wide, hair wild, body humming like a live wire.
He stands next to the bed, and this is when I realize he’s still fully dressed. We really need to do something about that.
CHAPTER EIGHT
PRESTON
I take one long look at Hazel’s body, splayed and beautiful on the bed, and my own self-control goes out the fucking window. There’s nothing demure or hesitant about the way she lies there. She’s wild, a little disheveled from my mouth on her, flushed from coming so hard she nearly ruptured my eardrums with her scream.
She’s still breathing fast, her chest heaving, her curls spread untamed across the pillow. She doesn’t even attempt to hide herself from me. She just stares back, lips parted and eyes molten, like she’s already claimed me and is daring me to do the same.
I realize, suddenly, that I’m still fully dressed. A crime, honestly. The worst kind.
I strip so fast I nearly rip my shirt in half. I feel her eyes on me, watching as I peel off every layer. By the time my jeans and boxers hit the floor, my cock is so goddamn hard it actually hurts. The way Hazel’s gaze drags over me, dark and hungry, makes me feel fucking invincible.
“Holy shit,” she whispers, and that’s the only warning I get before she sits up and wraps her hand around my cock. Soft palm, perfect grip, fingers snug around the base. My knees almost buckle. She strokes me once, then twice, then squeezes, and I have to run building code requirements through my brain to keep from blowing this entire operation before it starts.
She might be new at this, but she catches on quickly because she’s already killing me.
I groan, deep and helpless, then catch her hand and push her gently back down to the bed. “You’re gonna end this before it starts,” I manage, voice half an octave lower than normal.
She laughs, throaty and smug. “I wanted participation points,” she teases, but her eyes are wide and a little wild. The honesty of it cracks me open. She wants this. She wants me. And I’m never fucking letting her go.
I kneel between her thighs and run my hands up her legs, starting at her knees and working up, memorizing every inch. Her skin is soft, unmarked except for a faint line along her thigh, a tiny white scar that I file away in my mental blueprint of her. She shivers when I reach her hips. I lean in and kiss her belly, then her ribs, then the curve of her breast. She’s got the best tits I’ve ever seen—round and full and crowned with dusky pink nipples that beg for my mouth. I answer, tongue swirling over one, then the other, just to hear her gasp.