Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 489(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
“The air feels cool,” she says, her voice thick with arousal.
“I’m going to warm you up.” I press more wet kisses over her ass cheeks on both sides, then squat behind her, spread her open, and push my face into the sweetest pussy I’ve ever fucking tasted.
“Oh feck,” she groans, her hips moving against me.
“Stay still,” I warn her and grin when she stills. I lick her from her clit to that small puckered muscle at the top and back down again. Her head hangs down, her fingertips white against the pole. “You’re already soaked for me, Irish.”
“I know. Christ Jesus, Beck, I’ve never … Oh God.” My tongue is inside her now, lapping and pushing.
“You’ve never what?”
“Felt anything like you.”
“Mmm.” Pushing one finger inside her, I suck on her hard clit, and her hips start to move again, earning her a slap on one side of her ass. Not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to get her attention.
Skyla gasps and tries to look back at me as I soothe the skin with my palm.
“Beckett.”
“I warned you to stay still,” I remind her and go back to sucking on her, feeling the rush of wetness coming from her pussy. “You’re unbelievable. So fucking beautiful. Your body was made for me.”
I stand, two fingers inside her now, so I can check in on her. She’s biting that lip, her eyes are closed, and she’s so damn gorgeous, I know I can’t hold back much longer.
Quickly, I unfasten and unzip my jeans and pull my already hard and weeping cock out, brush it up and down through her soaking wet folds, and she moans again.
“Yes,” she says over and over again. “Yes. Please.”
“I fucking love it when you ask for it.” I’m gripping her hips so tightly that there will be bruises later. I push inside her until I’m bottomed out, and we’re both moaning in pleasure. “Do you know how perfect you are?”
With a whimper, she drops her head again.
“It’s so good, Beck.”
Her voice and her tight little pussy are more than I can take. I’m pushing in and out of her so hard and fast, I’m surprised the pole doesn’t give out and make the barn collapse. Reaching up, I pull the hair tie free and loosen her hair, then fist the strands at the nape of her neck and tug, making us both groan.
“I love your hair.”
“Harder,” she whispers, surprising me.
“You want me to fuck you harder, Irish?”
“Aye, fuck me harder.” The accent is thicker with her arousal, pushing me closer to my climax. Shit, I need her to come.
With one hand still in her hair, I reach around with my other hand and press my fingertips to her clit, and she shudders around me, making my eyes roll back.
“Oh God. Beck. Fuck, just like that.”
“Come all over me, baby. Go over. Let go.”
Her entire amazing body tightens, clenching around me, and her walls ripple around my cock. Just as she’s coming down from her climax, I pull out, fist my cock, and walk around to her face.
“Open that pretty little mouth, and let me fill it up.”
Without hesitation, she follows direction and greedily wraps her gorgeous lips around the crown, sucking, and my balls lift and tighten. The next thing I know, I’m erupting inside her mouth, and she’s moaning happily, taking every last drop down her throat.
“You’re such a good girl.” My hand is fisted in the back of her hair again, but I’m not pushing hard. I don’t want to choke her.
As she’s licking my shaft, I’m untying her with one hand, and when she’s free, she immediately wraps her hands around my cock. I swear to God, I’ve died and gone to heaven.
With my knuckle under her chin, I guide her up to standing and pull her jeans up, kissing her with all I have.
“You’re incredible,” I whisper against her lips.
“I was about to say the same to you.” She’s grinning, those lust-filled eyes shining as I tuck myself back into my pants and help her fasten hers. “Well, that was a lovely way to end the tour.”
She rubs at her wrists, and I gently take them in my hands, frowning down at the red marks from the leather.
“Let’s go back to the house.” I kiss her wrists gently and pull her to me in a big hug. “I need to take care of you.”
“I believe you just did.”
I laugh at that, then kiss the top of her head. “I’ll feel better if I get you in a shower and get some salve on these marks.”
“They’re not so bad.” She stops talking when I scowl at her. “Okay. Please take care of me.”
She pushes her fingers into my beard, and I lean into her.
“You need that, don’t you?” Her voice is gentle as she scratches my whiskers, and now I’m the one who wants to purr.