Total pages in book: 190
Estimated words: 185785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 185785 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 929(@200wpm)___ 743(@250wpm)___ 619(@300wpm)
I can’t help but look down to watch him do that. It’s fascinating. He’s enjoying what he’s doing, too. Judging by this being the second time tonight, it’s not a chore for him like some guys I’ve been with. He reaches up and cups one of my breasts, rolling my nipple between his thumb and index finger.
I fall face-first into the cushioned headboard, just about to crest over the edge of sensation when it hits me that I don’t wanna be selfish here and come alone, so I reach behind me and greedily grab for his cock.
And it’s a rod of steel. I twist around so that I can get my lips to it. He loses access to between my legs, as now I’m all about getting my mouth on him. He flips me, putting me on my belly across his torso with his head between my legs, and my mouth closes around his cock.
“Sixty-nine. What a delicious number. Now we’re talkin’ my language,” he informs, and then sucks hard on my clit.
I whimper around his cock, then jolt with the slap that rings across my ass, coinciding with a deep groan coming from his mouth. And I know it’s a happy groan, so I apply myself and do my absolute best work sucking him off.
There’s a lot of him, so I use my hands, my mouth, and my boobs to lavish attention on his cock, his balls, and all the while, he’s licking, sucking, biting, and fingering between my legs.
I’m crying out, coming before he is and so I try to keep going. I try hard, but I know it’s lost some of its luster. It’s okay, though, I think, because he rolls me to my back and then he’s thrusting into my mouth, not making me do all the work while I try and fail because I’ve got googly eyes right now from climaxing so hard. I grab his ass cheeks with both hands and do my best to suck. And then he’s coming down my throat.
My head is at the wrong end of the bed. My eyes are closed and I’m smiling, big. I can’t move. I’m just… boneless.
“Dimples,” he utters, then drops a soft kiss on first the left, then right corner of my mouth. “Hey.” His hands reach under my armpits and I’m turned so I’m back up at the top of the bed.
“Hey,” I return and then I manage to sit up. I reach for my glass of apple juice and I drink the rest back before collapsing onto the pillows. Killian pulls me by my waist toward the other side of the bed. Spooning me.
His arms are around me, I’m nestled into him, and I am completely blissed out.
“Sweet dreams, Killian.”
“Tonight? Definitely,” he says and kisses my jaw softly.
I close my eyes.
“No sleepwalking,” I tell him.
“Nope, not happenin’. Got what I want right here.”
I shiver. It’s a good shiver, and it’s made even better when his arms go tighter around me.
48
Killian
She’s attached to me while she sleeps, and I love every second of it. I wake three or four times abruptly, but having her here in my bed with me… I fall back asleep easily each time.
***
The weekday seven o’clock alarm I set two weeks ago for getting her to work begins to sound off. I groan while stretching over to make it stop.
Her eyes pop open.
“We don’t have to be up,” she says. “I called in sick.” She snuggles in and runs her nose along my jaw, making a sexy, purring sound.
That sound she’s making is an alarm clock for my cock.
“Actually, today I do,” I say.
“Oh.” Violet looks up at me and pouts.
Fuck, she’s in my bed. Naked. Warm, sweet, and I’d bet she’s wet, too. Ready to be fucked again.
“But I’ve got an hour to kill before I need to leave.” I roll her to her back and pull the bedside drawer handle, which glides open so I can fetch a condom.
She thrusts her fingers into my hair while she kisses my throat, making tingles hum straight up my spine, pulling goosebumps to the surface on my arms and legs.
This girl. She’s fucking gorgeous in the morning. She’s in my bed, her hair everywhere. It’s still mostly straight from the way she wore it yesterday, but already I can’t wait to wake up tomorrow and see it again all over my sheets – hopefully in those corkscrew curls of hers that I’ve been dreaming about.
She’s got a beautiful body. She’s soft, curvy, sexy. The tits and ass on her were carved by a generous deity who seems to like me right now. She smells good. She tastes great. She’s got a tight pussy and she makes sexy sounds when she comes.
Violet gives fuckin’ great head, and although I take a moment while I roll the condom on to let myself reflect briefly on that, my thoughts do not stray to that fuckhead and his words about it for long. Because she’s mine.