Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
I’m losing control. My head falls back against his shoulder, breaths coming in short, desperate gasps—panting, almost sobbing with how good it feels. The pleasure builds fast and sharp, coiling tighter and tighter in my core until I can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but feel his fingers moving inside me, and his mouth on my neck whispering my name like a prayer. His voice sounds low, rough, and wrecked against my skin.
I come hard on his hand, crying out. My body shakes, walls clenching around his fingers again and again, waves of pleasure crashing through me in long, shuddering pulses that leave me boneless and trembling in his arms. Water sloshes wildly around us, spilling over the edge, but I don’t care. I can’t. All I can do is ride it out, gasping, whimpering, hips grinding against his hand until the last tremor fades.
Afterward, still gasping, still pulsing with aftershocks, I straddle him as best I can in the cramped space. My arms go around his neck, fingers threading into his damp hair, and I kiss him long, hard, and deep. My tongue slides against his. I don’t even recognize myself. Can it be that this hungry, desperate creature is me?
He growls into my mouth—low, guttural, the sound vibrating through my chest like I am a secret he is keeping from the rest of the world.
Chapter Twenty-Six
RICCI
Her nipples are tight, aching points dragging across my skin with every small movement, but she is so delicate, she is like a flower I’m terrified of bruising. But that only makes me want her more. Makes me want to protect her even as I ruin her for everyone else but me.
I love everything about her. The sweet, floral scent of her skin mixed with the jasmine bath oil that clings to her damp hair. I swear, I can barely think past it. And the soft, broken sounds she makes—the little gasps and whimpers that slip out of her. They nearly make me burst. My throbbing cock is pressed against her stomach. Every tiny movement of hers—every grind, every subtle arch—sends jolts of pure lust shooting up my spine. This is more restraint than I have shown in my entire sorry life, but I fear I’m already too close to the edge to hold on.
Her tongue slides against mine in slow, wet strokes, and I drown myself in her taste—sweet wine, lemon cake, and something uniquely her, addictive and warm. My hands slide up her back, fingers tracing the delicate knobs of her spine, then down again to grip her ass, pulling her tighter against me. She moans into my mouth—low and needy—and it’s too much. The creaminess of her body grinding against my cock, slick and warm and perfect, the way her thighs tremble around my hips. I can’t take it anymore.
A low groan tears out of me as I break the kiss. “Fuck…”
I lift her up with me in one smooth motion, water cascading off our bodies in heavy sheets. She gasps with surprise, even as her arms tighten around my neck. Her weight feels like nothing as I stand. Her heels dig into the small of my back as I step out of the tub, my feet hitting the cool marble floor with a wet slap.
Her long blonde hair clings to her back and shoulders like wet silk, dripping softly onto the marble. She looks up at me, eyes locked on mine, and something raw and electric passes between us—need, trust, hunger. Then she leans in and kisses me once again—soft at first, then deeper, like she can’t help herself.
Before I can react, she pulls out of my grasp and stands before me. Every inch of her is mine to worship. Her skin is flushed pink from the heat, and goosebumps are rising on her skin. Suddenly, she sinks to her knees right there on the damp floor.
She’s so small compared to me. Delicate. Perfect. It makes my chest ache with how much I want her. I tower over her, hard and aching, veins standing out along my cock, the head flushed dark and glistening. She wraps one hand around the base of my dick—her fingers barely meeting—and looks up at me through her lashes, green eyes dark with desire. Then she leans in and takes me into her mouth.
The heat of her tongue, the wet suction, the way her lips stretch around me—it’s fucking too much. I groan, the sound tearing from my throat. My hand goes to rest in her damp hair. She sucks me slowly at first, root to tip, swirling her tongue over the head, tasting the pre-cum that’s been leaking for her. Then she takes me deeper, hollowing her cheeks, using both hands to stroke what she can’t fit while her other hand cups and teases my balls, rolling them gently, tugging just enough to make my thighs tremble.