Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Get there.” He brings his left hand around to pinch my nipple. With the added touch, I detonate, shooting off like a rocket leaving Earth’s atmosphere. “That’s right, Luna, scream as loud as you want to. No one can hear you but me.”
“Please, please!” I beg, as I come down from my orgasm knowing the next one he gives me will be even better.
“Let’s go inside.” Samson backs away from me, stepping out of the hot tub. He extends a hand toward me to help me up and over the side of the tub. “Bedroom’s up the stairs,” is all he says, and like the desperate horny girl I am, I make it there in record time.
Despite being right behind me, by the time Samson ascends the steps, I’m laid out in the middle of the bed, my legs spread with one hand cupping my breasts and the other fingering my clit.
“You get the party started without me?” His eyes move over my body, my skin heating under his intense stare.
“I was imagining what you were going to do to me when you got up here.” I’ve never spoken to anyone like this in my whole life, but it works in porn and the way he’s looking at me right now, tells me it works for him too.
He stalks toward the bed like a predator with prey in its sight, but am I really his prey when I’m all too willing to let him feast on me?
“What were you imagining?” he asks, the bed dipping beneath his weight.
I swallow roughly, willing my nerves away. Knowing my words turn him on is well-worth stepping a little outside of my comfort zone. “I was imagining your lips on my pussy.”
“You want me to lick you?” His tongue darts out, wetting his lips.
I spread myself with two fingers. “Please.”
“Move over,” he says, claiming the spot I just vacated. “Come up here.” He pats his chest.
“What?” I can feel my cheeks burn as the implication of his words fully sink in.
“You heard me.”
Acting braver than I feel, I crawl up his body until I’m straddling his chest.
But in one single motion, Samson slides his arms beneath my thighs, grabs my ass, and pulls me onto his face.
The sudden movement causes me to wobble, and I have to brace myself against the wall behind the bed. “Samson,” I hiss his name.
“You remember when we danced at that party?” His hot breath tickles my sensitive flesh, making me squirm.
“Yeah…” My breath saws in and out of my lungs as I balance over him.
“Dance like that now.”
“What?” I ask again, as my entire body flushes with an odd combination of embarrassment and need.
“You heard me, Luna. Move your hips and rub that pretty little pussy on my face.”
My heart thunders so loud in my chest, I swear I can hear it as I tentatively swivel my hips. The feeling of his stubble alone is electric but when he flicks his tongue against me on my next rotation, I damn near see stars.
“That’s right, fuck my face, Stella.” Samson grips my hips with his big, strong hands, guiding my movements in time with his ministrations, until my legs are trembling and my body is on fire.
“Come for me. Come all over my face. Let me taste your desire.”
His rumbled command sends a flutter through me and before I know it, my thighs are clamped tight around his face as my second orgasm barrels through me.
“Taste so fucking good, Luna.” The feel of his lips moving against me sends aftershocks racing through me.
“Samson,” I whisper his name. “How do I get down?”
“I’ve got you,” he says and the next thing I know, I’m flat on my back on the opposite end of the bed with him settling between my legs. “You liked that?”
How is that even a question, I think to myself as I nod. I’m pretty sure I came harder than I ever have before.
“Words, Luna.”
“It was so good.”
“Next time, you can suck my dick while I eat your pussy.”
His filthy words send a new pulse of desire rushing through me. “Like… a sixty-nine?”
He smirks down at me. “Just like that.”
“I’m willing to try.” And I mean it, because that’s the thing about Samson Carter—there isn’t much of anything I wouldn’t do for him.
Samson reaches between us, gripping the base of his cock and lining it up at my entrance. He rubs the blunt head over me, once… twice… before pushing inside of me with agonizing slowness.
“Fuck, you feel good.” He draws his hips back, almost pulling out of me before slamming himself back in. “Like you were made for me.”
“Yes,” I cry, clawing at his chest. “Only you.”
He continues his brutal pace. My body is caught somewhere between pleasure and pain as he fucks me into the mattress.