Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144435 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
She's better than any pie I ever tasted, juicier than any peach. I lift her ass off the table, spreading her cheeks as I eat her alive. I'm not polite about it either. I'm as rude and filthy as I want to be. After six fucking weeks, I plan to wring her out and leave her pleading for mercy before I let her leave this house.
I lash her clit in teasing flicks and then thrust it into her opening before dipping down to taste her asshole. She cries out in shock, her body tensing. When she immediately relaxes, I know she likes it. It's a good thing because I plan to own that hole too. There won't be a single spot on her I won't know or worship. I flick my tongue against that tight ring of muscle for a moment, teasing her, before I lift my head.
"This juicy cunt is mine now, princess," I say. She's watching me exactly as instructed, her eyes wide in her flushed face, ecstasy searing every beautiful line of her body. "And so is this perfect, gorgeous body. I plan to do a whole lot of filthy shit to it."
"Then stop talking and do it!" she cries, making me chuckle.
She doesn't have to tell me twice. I get back to work, eager to drink this woman down my throat. I nip at her lips and then lap at her clit, using my teeth and tongue to teach her exactly what this cowboy can do to her. I ruthlessly drag her to the edge…only to back off at the last second and make her wait to go over. I do it again and then again.
"Cord!" she cries, trying to kick me the third time. "Please!"
"Please what, Cassia?" I growl, holding her down with one arm across her soft belly.
"Stop teasing me."
"Nu-uh." I run my tongue in circles around her clit again. "Not until you tell me what you want. Say, 'Cord, please make me come.' and I'll give you what you're after."
"Cord," she whines.
"Say it, pretty baby," I croon, ready to get this shy shit out of the way now. If she wants something, if she needs something, I don't want her to be afraid to ask for it, to demand it. She's mine to take care of now, mine to protect. She'll never be safer than she is in my arms. Whatever had her so afraid to tell me who she is today…it's time she learns she's safe with me. She has nothing to fear here, not with me. Not ever. Well, nothing except that fucking bull, and she won't be going near him again anytime soon. "Tell me what you need."
"I need to come," she cries. "Please let me come, Cord."
"Good girl," I croon, pride blasting through me. I give her what she asked for so sweetly, burying my face in her pussy. Her little hole is so tight it barely takes two fingers, but I manage to curl them up and find her g-spot. I stroke it and suck on her clit at the same time.
She catapults over the edge, screaming my name.
It's the best damn song I've ever heard.
She comes back to herself slowly. I cuddle the shit out of her, nuzzling her neck, loving on her. I'm hard as a fucking rock, and somehow more satisfied than I've ever been at the same time. If this is how my dad felt about my mom, it's no wonder he married her so quick. He always told me that he knew the minute he saw her that she was the one. Love doesn't creep up on you, he said. It strikes like lightning. My pretty baby struck me down hard.
I've never felt peace like this. For most of my life, I've been worried about Cleary, worried about Cam, worried about the ranch. Holding Cassia, I don't feel any of that. For the first time, I feel…whole.
"My meatloaf!" Cassia cries suddenly, sitting upright in my arms.
Before I can even move, she's rushing across the kitchen. She hops a little, letting me know her ankle is still bothering her. Every hop makes her ass bounce and jiggle. I watch the show, grinning ear to ear.
"Oh, thank God," she breathes, bending over to pull the meatloaf out of the oven. Her pussy lips peep from between her thighs, and I want to eat her all over again. I'm not sure if my stomach is growling over her or the food. Nope. Definitely her. "I was going to be so mad at you if it burned."
"I wouldn't have been the least bit sorry, pretty baby. You're the best meal I ever ate."
She drops the meatloaf on the stove and spins to face me, her face bright red. "We can't talk about sex things in the kitchen," she says, hands on her hips. "It's a rule."