Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 143(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
She’s slick and wet and all goddamn mine. I look up to watch her shudder. She's trying to act like she can take it, but I know I'm pushing her to the edge. I slow it down, just to hear her beg, and she grabs the back of my head and bucks against me. I want to eat her up.
Her knees clamp around my head, and I nearly lose my mind. I throw myself into making sure she comes, and then I let her drag me back up to her face. I get lost in her crazy eyes and kiss her hard. She bites my bottom lip, and I nearly come.
"Baby," I moan into her mouth. "I can't." I can't what? I don't even know. I just can't.
She flips me over and settles on top of me. I let her. I want to see her try to drive me insane. She moves down my body, and I can’t take it. Her soft tits press against my chest as her fingertips dance down my abdomen. When her hot, wet mouth envelops my throbbing cock, I’m utterly consumed by her.
Every touch, every movement, is an explosion of sensation, and I am helpless to resist. Her lips, soft as silk, slide around my hardness, and my eyes roll back as she takes me deep into her throat. I'm teetering on the edge, desperate to hold back, not wanting to surrender just yet.
When I hit the point of no return, I reach down and drag her curvy body up over mine. Her curves mold to me, a perfect fit. Her lips curve into a sassy smile as she gracefully leans back, taking my cock in with a single, fluid motion. The piercing on my shaft rubs against her silky walls, sending a tingle coursing through me, intensifying my pleasure with an electrifying rush.
My hands find her luscious hips, gripping them tightly as I watch her ride me, her eyes gleaming with a hunger that threatens to consume us both. She thinks she's taking control, but she's not. I want her too much. I crave her too deeply to let her take the reins.
She shifts on top of me, and I'm ready for her. She's not going to last. Not this time. I grab her by the waist and roll her over, pinning her with my whole body. She’s wild and responsive and losing it. She wraps her legs around me, and I push into her so hard we both gasp. She screams my name as I pull out, tease her, drive her insane, and go deep again.
She's breathing hard and whispering my name like a goddamn prayer. I'm in love with her body, in love with how fucking responsive she is. I’m in love with everything that’s Sage. She's about to come. I can tell by the way she wraps herself around me while shaking and moaning. I can't get enough of the way her inner walls pulse against my cock.
Her fingers clutch the pillow above her head, and I catch them in mine as I lock eyes with her. I push deeper, watching her lose it. "I can’t," she moans. "I can’t. I’m gonna—oh, God, Ian. Oh, God."
She comes so hard she can't breathe, and I don’t stop. She’s gasping, shaking. "I'm done, Ian. I can't," she whispers. But I know she can. I know she wants to.
“One more,” I beg, needing this.
“Yes,” she groans, letting me know she wants this. I don’t give her a second to recover. I'm inside her, fucking her with everything I've got. My mind goes blank, and my body takes over. I hear her scream, feel her pulse around me, feel her come hard and loud and messy. Perfect. My vision goes white, and I finish deep inside her. It’s better than the first time. It's better than anything.
“You’re in so much trouble,” Atlas teases, his smirk stretching across his face, instantly grating on my nerves. His eyes glint with mischief, and I can feel the challenge in his words.
I shift my gaze to Beckett, who simply shrugs, his expression a mix of amusement and warning. “Mom is on the warpath, and she’s gunning for you,” he says, his voice carrying a hint of foreboding.
“I haven’t done jack shit,” I retort, crossing my arms in defiance, though my heart starts to race.
“And that’s the problem,” Atlas interjects, leaning in with a conspiratorial whisper. “Mom is dying to meet your woman, and you’ve been keeping her to yourself.” His words hang in the air, a reminder of the pressure mounting from my family.
A wave of frustration crashes over me. Can’t they see I’m busy focusing all my efforts on making sure Sage falls in love with me? I open my mouth, ready to shoot back a sharp reply, when the radio crackles to life, slicing through the tension like a lightning bolt.