Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
He’s so bad…. But so damn good.
I take my time. Memorizing every inch of his beautiful thick cock as my eyes roam over him, large and hanging heavily between his legs, dripping with need. His pubic hair is dark and well kept. “Take your clothes off,” I whisper. “I want you naked.”
With his eyes locked on mine he lifts his shirt over his head and I’m blessed with the sight of his ripped abdomen. My hands roam up and over his eight-pack of tanned muscle, broad shoulders and his wide chest with a scattering of dark hair. He kicks his jeans off and his thick quad muscles make me flutter deep inside. He’s begging to be ridden.
I take him in my mouth, deep, and then bare my teeth and scrape him as I pull off.
“Ohhh,” he moans, his knees give out beneath him and I smile around him. His hands tighten around my hair and I know he’s hanging on to his control by a thread.
I may not have him for long, but damn it, he’s going to remember this night for forever.
I take him again, deep down my throat, and his mouth hangs slack as he watches on. “So fucking good,” he murmurs. “Oh….”
I pull off and lick my lips for added effect.
“Get on it,” he growls as he pulls me back onto him.
I laugh around him as we fall into a rhythm, with every stroke I take him, I watch him come more undone. Deep down my throat he pumps me and damn it…. I taste his hot pre-cum and I moan.
He tips his head back as he struggles to hold it. “Fuck.”
Watching him come undone is my favorite thing.
“I’m going to blow so fucking hard.”
“Don’t you dare come without me.”
A flash of a frown crosses his face as he realizes that’s a strong possibility. He pulls me up and walks me back to the couch and pushes me back over it and next thing I know his hands are on my thighs as he holds my legs back up over my shoulders.
His tongue swipes through my swollen wet lips and I flutter.
Oh no…hold it.
“Don’t you dare fucking come,” he growls, he licks me again, deeper this time and his eyes close in reverence.
Edward Prescott doesn’t go down on me for my pleasure, he does it for his.
Never have I met a man who loves the taste of a woman like he does.
His tongue deepens and I see stars and then he’s all in, licking me deep, his stubble burning my most intimate parts. “So fucking good,” he murmurs, his dark eyes rise to meet mine and my arousal glistens all over his face.
Good lord.
He goes again, deeper, more intimate, and then he adds a finger and then another and then two more.
“Oh,” I cry out as my toes curl.
“What’s wrong, sweet Doe?” he whispers as he comes up over me, his lips taking mine, and I taste myself as we kiss. “You need something more.”
I nod, how is he so good at this?
He fingerfucks me with his whole hand, hard and fast.
Brutal.
The sound of my body sucking him in echoes around the room and I see stars.
Oh, I remember this…nobody fucks like this man.
He’s the king.
His fingers get harder and faster and my mouth hangs open as I stare at him, whimpering as pleasure steals every coherent thought.
I shudder…no.
“Now!” I demand as I try to pull him down. “I need you inside of me,” I whisper. “Please,” I beg. “Now.”
With a dark smile he kisses the inside of my ankle that is being held back over my shoulder and he slowly eases himself in. Just an inch, he circles one way and then another. His thick quads are jacked as he holds himself up, my hands rise up over them as I feel his every muscle.
He goes shallow, little pumps, stretching me wider. Burning my entrance but not going any farther in, my body begins to rise off the couch by itself, searching for a deeper connection.
What is this move?
I begin to thrash beneath him. “Harder,” I demand. “Deeper.”
His teeth graze my neck and I feel him smile against my skin.
“What are you doing?” I cry as I lose control. “Give it to me.”
He holds my legs back and slams in hard, all the way. I’m stretched open to the hilt.
He’s big….
“Oh.” The air is knocked from my lungs as my eyes widen, I forgot his size.
Damn….
Then he’s riding me hard, fucking me with wild abandon. The couch begins to hit the wall with force, slamming loudly against the plaster.
A picture falls off the adjacent wall and comes crashing down, but it doesn’t halt him.
He doesn’t falter.
“So fucking good,” he moans, there’s no stopping him now. He’s locked on to his only goal, his body chasing the ultimate goal.