Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
I want him to claim me.
His mouth drops to my breast and he bites my nipple through my dress. I cry out. “Ouch, Cam,” I whisper as I hold the back of his head.
“Don’t touch me, Bloss. Not tonight,” he whispers against my breast. “I need it hard and deep. There is no ouch tonight.”
Bloody hell. Let’s get straight to it then.
My stomach flutters with fear because I know he means it. Just as he said, he kisses me hard and deep. His lips run feverishly over my collarbone and chest. He pushes me back over the counter and the things go flying. Ah, shit. Can we have a glass of wine first, at least?
I lay back as he lifts my dress and removes my panties. He can’t wait one second longer. I hold my breath as I stare up at the ceiling. This seems so damn intimate when he looks at me like this. He parts me with his fingers, slowly bending so his tongue sweeps through my flesh.
Holy shit. “Ohh,” I cry
His eyes close and he starts to eat me for dear life—long, hard sucks and nibbles. All I can do is hold onto his broad shoulders. “Jesus Christ, Cameron, can we not get to the bed first?”
He moans a guttural sound and… Oh shit, I’m going to come already.
He holds me apart as his tongue tears down the last of my defences. I cry out as I shudder and come in his mouth.
His eyes darken as he licks up my cream, and my back arches off the kitchen counter.
Holy fuck. Holy fucking fuck.
He bites my inner thigh and I nearly jump off the counter. “I need my cock in your mouth, Bloss.” He growls.
“Bloody hell, Cam, get us to the bedroom. You’re a sex maniac. Hello, by the way,” I breathe.
“You knew this all along.” He smirks. “And hello.” He grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet. Before I know it, he is dragging me up the stairs and into his bedroom.
He pulls my dress over my shoulders, and his eyes drop to my body. He smiles in appreciation. “You are just so fucking beautiful.”
I smile because he makes me feel beautiful.
He slowly removes my bra and then pushes me down onto my knees on the carpet. “Spread your legs.” He growls.
I spread my legs as I kneel in front of him, and he smiles as he slides his boxer shorts down.
His huge cock springs free and I gasp as I see the size of him. Bloody hell, how the fuck does he hide that thing?
He grabs the back of my head. “Open,” he whispers.
I open my mouth as my eyes search his and he feeds himself into it. He slides deep, and I gag and he throws his head back in pleasure at the feel of my tongue around him. He holds the back of my head as I struggle to take him.
“Relax,” he breathes. “You can do this. I need this.” His hand dusts tenderly over the back of my head and I nod. He really does need this. I need to calm myself. I relax my jaw and close my eyes as he slowly pulls out, and then slides deep down my throat.
God, I’ve never been with a man like him before. He’s sexually dominant in every way.
The way he takes me.
The way he makes me take him.
He looks down at me and smiles softly as he dusts the backs of his fingers over my cheek.
“Do you know how fucking perfect you look right now?” he breathes.
I close my eyes and moan.
“Oh fuck, yeah.” He growls as he pulls out and slides back home.
My sex is throbbing and I need him. I need him to fill me up.
Completely.
With two hands on the back of my head, he gets himself into a rhythm, and I don’t know what’s hotter: The fact that, in this moment, I own him, or the sight of his beautiful body riding my open mouth. He rides me. His dick goes deeper until I finally feel the jerk of his body as he comes in a rush into my mouth. Oh dear God. I close my eyes to block out the intimacy, and before I know it he’s dragged me to my feet and I’m on the bed with my legs wide open.
His finger slowly slip into my sex and I try to swallow my mouth full.
His cock is still hard as he slowly pumps me with his fingers. He uses one at first, then two, then three, and my body shudders at his claiming. When he pushes in four, I grimace in pain, and I know he’s only preparing me for what’s to come.
“Open,” he whispers. “I need you fucking open.”
“Cam…” I whisper with fear. “Cam, calm down.”
“How can I calm down when this is all I have thought about for two months?” He rises above me, and in one deep thrust, he’s in.