Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 160(@200wpm)___ 128(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Her lips part, her breath trembling as she stares up at me, and I swear my heart actually skips a beat.
She blinks, lashes fluttering, voice barely a whisper. “I want that, too.”
Jesus Christ. I can’t breathe. My throat goes tight. I drag her straight onto my lap, crushing her against my chest, and pin her there so she can’t look away.
“You’re fucking mine, Elsie.” I’m shaking, I want her so goddamn bad. I fucking love her with every ounce of my soul. “I’m not going to pretend I don’t need you. Or that I want to play it cool. I don’t. I want every single part of you.”
Her breath comes out shaky, but she doesn’t hesitate. “You already have me, Beckett.”
Fuck yes. That’s all I need to hear. My heart’s beating so hard it’s probably visible through my damn shirt, but I don’t care. I haul her tighter against my chest, crushing her soft body to mine, and slam my mouth down on hers.
I’m not gentle. Not even a little. I devour her, tongue tangling with hers, pinning her to my lap so she can’t go anywhere. She melts into me like I’m oxygen and she’s been suffocating. Her hands fist in my shirt, knuckles white, and she grinds her hips into my cock like she’s trying to drive me insane.
It works. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.
“You drive me out of my goddamn mind,” I growl, dragging my lips down her jaw and nipping her neck, just beneath her ear. She lets out this perfect little gasp, all breath and want, and the sound goes straight to my cock. Her pulse kicks under my tongue, beating hard and fast, and I bite down again, just enough that she'll remember it tomorrow.
She’s melting for me. No point pretending I’m not seconds from coming undone myself.
“Beckett… please,” Elsie breathes out, her hips grinding against me as if she’s desperate for more. Hell, so am I.
I grip her waist, dragging her tighter onto my lap so she can feel every inch of me, hot and hard and already leaking for her. “You know what you do to me?” I grunt, my voice barely more than a snarl as I suck another mark onto her neck. “You make me fucking crazy, Elsie.”
“Good,” she whispers, “I’ve been crazy for you since the first moment we met.”
Fucking hell. I can’t take another second. I scoop her up and haul her against my chest, loving the way her legs wrap around my waist and her mouth crashes into mine, hungry and sweet and desperate as hell. “You’re mine,” I grit, carrying her straight down the hall to my bedroom and kicking the door shut behind us.
She’s shaking all over, breath coming fast, eyes locked on me like I’m the only thing she’s ever wanted. I lay her out on the bed and strip every inch of clothing off her perfect body. Her tits bounce when I peel her bra away, and her pale skin goes blotchy with heat as I yank her leggings and panties down her legs. She’s fucking stunning.
I tear my shirt over my head, rip my jeans off, and let my cock spring free. “Spread those gorgeous thighs, sweetheart.”
She does, moaning my name, and I almost lose it right then and there. Her perfect, silky thighs tremble under my hands as I drag her to the edge of the bed and stare down at her sweet, wet pussy. She’s dripping for me, swollen and pink, glistening like she’s been waiting all night for this.
I run my palms up her thighs, spreading her wide enough that I get a view that could bring a grown man to his knees. Literally. Fucking hell. I’m obsessed. “Goddamn, Elsie. You’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” I drop to my knees and lean over to place a kiss on the spot where her thigh and leg meet.
Her breath hitches, tits rising and falling as she props herself up on her elbows, watching me like she can’t get enough. “Stop teasing,” she whimpers, voice wrecked. “I need you.”
Hell fucking yes. I grip her thighs and bury my face in her pussy, licking a slow line from her entrance to her clit. She cries out, hips arching off the mattress, and I groan as I wrap both arms under her thighs and dig in for more.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Give it to me.” I flatten my tongue against her clit and suck hard, rolling the bud between my lips, while she writhes and trembles for me. She shudders, tits bouncing as she fists the sheets and claws at the comforter. I fucking love it. I love every wild, desperate sound she makes as I eat her like my life depends on it.
She tries to clamp her thighs around my head, but I hold her open, making damn sure there’s nowhere for her to hide. She’s soaked, so sweet and slick, I want to drown in her. I nose deeper, pushing my tongue inside her tight, hot opening, and she almost comes off the bed with the force of it.