Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
She smiled.
Then she kissed him.
He let her.
He broke it, broke their clinch entirely, stepped back far enough to come forward bent low, and he hefted her up on his shoulder.
She made that squeal he liked so much and then wrapped her arms around his middle from the back, saying, “Holy wow, you can pick me up.”
She was not a lightweight, but he didn’t work out, and hard, since he was fourteen not to be able to haul his old lady around when he got one.
Since he’d done what she said, he didn’t feel a response was necessary, so he didn’t make one.
He just dumped her on his bed when they got there.
Dutch twisted to the lamp and turned it on.
Georgiana scrambled up on her knees.
He lifted his hands to behind his neck and yanked off his Henley.
Georgie went after his belt.
She tugged so hard, his hips jerked.
“Whoa, baby, I’m not going anywhere,” he murmured on a grin.
Her head tipped back. “Carolyn is a mess. There’s a murderer on the loose. And Murtagh was unusually quiet when we got home so he might interrupt at any time. Not to mention, you have, like, a bazillion brothers who all seem very together, but who knows? Couples fight. Kids throw tantrums. A brother might need the soothing goodness of Dutch Black and probably would not hesitate to knock on your door to get it. So shut up. I’m gonna suck you off while I’ve got a clear shot.”
Never in his life would he think anytime, but especially with Georgie, that he’d be laughing when a woman got his zip lowered, yanked his jeans down, freeing his hard cock, and then bent over and went in.
But he was.
He wasn’t laughing when she drew him deep.
Fucking fuck.
That mouth.
Beautiful.
He cupped the back of her head and whispered, “Baby.”
She braced herself on the bed in one hand, took hold of his hip with the other, and she blew him.
Christ.
He knew the minute she had his tongue, this would be what he got, but fuck if it didn’t feel way fucking better around his cock.
She took him there and he had no choice but to warn, “Gotta fuck your face, Georgie.”
She stilled to give her permission.
Dutch took over.
God.
Fuck.
God.
Fuck.
“You swallow?” he grunted.
She wrapped both hands around his ass and dug her nails in.
She swallowed.
Then she sucked, he fucked, and finally he blew down her throat, arching into his orgasm, his head falling back, goddamned fucking amazing.
He was barely over it before he hauled his jeans up, tucked his dick in, liking the scrape against his sensitive flesh and the wet of her mouth still there, and ordered a hoarse, “C’mere.”
She pushed up to straight and he took control of the fly on her cords.
“Dutch,” she whispered.
“Shut it,” he muttered, got the zip down, wrapped an arm around her to pull her to him, shoved a hand down her pants and took her mouth.
She was wet, she was ready, she got off on that blowjob, not as much as he did, but enough it didn’t take him long to get her there, so he fingered her to orgasm.
She’d swallowed his cum.
He swallowed her whimper.
He ended it like he did that morning, with two fingers deep inside her, but as she recovered, he didn’t slide them out.
Dutch trailed his lips to her ear and whispered, “This pussy feels sweet.”
“I hope you like it when you finally take it,” she whispered back.
He grinned and sucked her lobe in his mouth.
She shivered.
He stroked her inside.
“Dutch,” she breathed.
“Love the way you say my name,” he told her.
She glided her fingers in his hair.
“Love your ass.”
She pressed closer.
“Love how fuckin’ crazy you are about a goddamned cat.”
She stroked his hair at the bottom, which meant at the same time she stroked the back of his neck.
“Love how you go gung-ho for a kid you’ve never met. Love how you’re gentle with my mom because you know she’s dealing with some shit with me. Love how big your tits are. And I know I’m gonna love sinking into this pussy.”
He pushed his fingers deeper.
She gasped.
He slid his fingers out and pulled his head back enough she could watch when he slipped them in his mouth to suck them clean.
She watched and she did it on a low, hot moan.
It was Dutch who got the real goodness, though, because she tasted as fantastic as all things Georgie.
Another gasp came when he finished doing that and he caught her hard on either side of her head where it met her neck.
And then he got close.
“Do you know how unbelievably fuckin’ amazing you are, Georgiana?”
Tears filled her eyes.
“Honey,” she whispered.
“I was lost, and I’ve not known you a week, and I might not have it together, but I’m on the road to bein’ found and that loosens somethin’ in me that’s been so tight for so long, jackin’ me up so bad, I thought it was going to kill an important part of me.”