Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 126(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
He peels the lace down my legs, trailing it with his lips, and I moan his name loudly.
Then his warm, wicked tongue licks a stripe up my center and that’s all it takes for my brain to shut down and my lady bits to take over. I claw at the sheets, at his hair, at anything I can reach, because he’s driving me out of my mind.
I’m already shaking, legs spread helpless and wide, pinned by Mick’s big hands and the promise in his eyes. The ceiling blurs, everything goes hot and liquid electric, and I about lose my mind when his stubble rasps up my inner thigh.
Oh, God. I’m actually making high, sharp, absolutely shameless noises. I should be worried about someone hearing me, but that requires brain function and I am currently experiencing a total system meltdown.
He drags his tongue up my center, slow and thorough, then sucks my clit like he’s staking a claim. My hips jerk up, but he just grips me tighter, groaning low and filthy.
“Stay still, trouble,” he laughs, rough and hungry. “Let me taste what’s mine.”
Sounds like a plan to me. I can’t do anything except grip the back of his head and cling for dear life. My heel presses into his shoulder as he nudges my thighs even wider.
He mouths me, sucks me, works me with devastating precision, like he’s memorized every single tell. My hands claw at his hair, his shoulders, whatever I can grab.
I feel his finger trace my entrance, and then just like that, he slides it in. Deep, thick, curling up and stroking this spot that sends fireworks exploding behind my eyelids.
“Oh my God.”
He grins against my skin, “That’s it, baby. Scream for me,” he growls, and then sucks hard, working his finger inside me, then a second, stretching me wide. I’m not going to survive this.
My toes curl and there’s a ringing in my ears. His tongue flicks exactly the right spot, relentless, merciless, and I’m gone.
My orgasm slams through me so hard I think I lose consciousness for a few seconds. Every muscle in my body tenses, my back arches, and my echoes around the room as I come apart on Mick’s mouth.
He doesn’t let up. He pins me down, working me through every aftershock, drawing out the pleasure until I’m sobbing. When he finally backs off, I’m limp, sweating, unable to move my limbs.
He leans up, and holy hell, the look on his face almost makes me come again. There’s nothing controlled about Mick right now. He looks like he’s about to eat me alive all over again. He stares at me like he really might. Like I’m the main course and also dessert, and he’s a six-foot-three musclebound menace with an all-you-can-devour pass. My pulse is hammering so hard I actually wonder if I’ll be able to survive this level of cardiac activity.
Mick stands, all slow-motion power and dark intent, and the city lights flicker across his skin. I barely have time to catch my breath before he’s got me laying back on the fluffy pillow, my legs spread wide, and my lady bits begging for more.
He leans over and drags his mouth up my thigh, my hip, biting and sucking, leaving little marks as he goes. He kisses up, up, up, over my ribs, right to the soft swell of my boob.
His tongue swirls around my nipple, then he sucks it hard and greedy. I moan, loud and desperate. Mick just grins against my skin, looking smugger than a guy who just scored a hat trick in overtime.
He doubles down and sucks even harder, and I practically come out of my skin. It’s not gentle, it’s not slow, it’s full-on possessive and wild, and I love every freaking second.
“Mick,” I pant, reaching down between us to wrap my hand around his hard cock.
He shifts to my other nipple, giving it a repeat performance while I slowly stroke him. He groans when I roll my thumb across the head and give him a little squeeze.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he rasps against my skin. “But I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”
He pulls from my grasp and kneels between my spread legs. I hold my breath when he lines his thick, hard cock up at my entrance. He rotates his hips a little and the head slides just inside my wet opening. My hips tilt up, greedy and ready. There’s fire pulsing through every cell of my body.
He pauses, and stares down into my eyes. “Tell me,” he says, voice rough. “Tell me you’re mine.”
I don’t even hesitate.
“I love you so much,” I breathe. “I’m yours. Forever.”
He groans, low and filthy, and then he pushes in deep filling me all the way up. “About freaking time.” He leans down, forehead pressed to mine. His breath is hot against my lips. Every muscle in my body tingles for more.