Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 75720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“I never snore,” I said in a hushed and shocked whisper.
Noah continued, his smile growing, the velvet box in his hand slightly shaking. “We may have started off as friends, but it wasn’t long at all before we realized we were soul mates. So, Jake, my soul mate, will you marry me?”
I didn’t skip a beat. “Yes, Noah. Yes, a hundred times yes.”
He slipped the band onto my finger and stood to a round of cheering and applause, the people fading back into reality as I took Noah into the most meaningful kiss of my life, holding his head in my hands and saying yes over and over against his lips. I didn’t even realize I started to cry until Noah rubbed away a teardrop from my cheek, looking up at me with the entire star-filled sky captured inside his eyes.
A hand came to fall down on my back, and soon I was wrapped up in a tight hug. It was Eric congratulating us. Tristan had picked up Noah and swung him around in a circle, nearly hitting Jess and Tia, who were holding a bottle of champagne while Yvette held the plastic cups. The entire book club was here—my people, Noah’s family.
My previous assumption about tonight had been totally wrong. It wasn’t magical at all. That would imply that it was fake, that it was a made-up fantasy. Except this was all real. The intense warmth and floaty happiness that turned the concrete into clouds wasn’t fake at all.
Neither was my love for Noah, and I intended on showing him exactly that tonight.
Noah Barnes
We barely lasted a couple of seconds once we got into the house before all our clothes came off and we were butt-ass naked in the living room, hands flying over bodies, gripping and tugging and stroking and kneading. I kissed Jake—my fiancé. The ring on my finger felt like it weighed a hundred pounds while also making me weightless at the same time. It was like attaching a new limb to my body, my senses hyperaware of the metallic coolness that clung tight around my ring finger.
It was perfect. Tonight was perfect.
Jake was perfect, and now he was mine, forever, to have and to hold.
And to suck.
I dropped down to my knees, unable to hold myself back any longer. I had to taste him. His cock was easily my favorite thing to put in my mouth. He was girthy and long and uncircumcised and always dripping with precome. He fit perfectly between my lips as I took him in, looking up at the man of my dreams, the glint of my silver band against his tan thigh catching my eye.
My heart skipped a beat, my dick throbbed, and my entire body lit up like a freshly born star.
“You look so good with my dick in your mouth,” Jake said, a teasing grin playing on his big lips. He had trimmed his beard, shaving it along the neck to make his jawline even more prominent, making him look as sharp as a high-powered executive.
I swallowed more of him down my throat. He took that as a sign to push forward, thrusting into my mouth. He kept going, my fingers digging harder into his thigh. The sounds of my wet mouth gargling around his thick cock filled the room. He face-fucked me right there, balls pushing against my chin as his hands gripped either side of my head.
He took complete control, and I let him, my throat a pleasure tool for him, my body now his.
He pulled out. His cock shone under the bright light, dripping with my saliva. I rubbed my mouth, the back of my hand now soaked. I smiled up at him as I caught my breath. That wasn’t all I wanted to taste tonight, though.
“Bend over the couch,” I said, my turn to take the reins. He licked his lips, a smoldering glare in his eyes as he listened, bending over the back of the leather couch, hands on the seat and ass in the air.
I stood behind him and spat, the wet glob landing on his hole, sliding down over his taint. I thumbed it, spread it around his crack, and then I dove in headfirst. He responded with immediate moans of pleasure as I tongued him, rubbing up and down over his sensitive hole, burying my nose between his cheeks, his natural and intoxicating musk sending my senses into overdrive. His moans became louder, his grinding more powerful. He pushed back onto my face, giving more of himself to me.
Jake’s back dipped, and I could see the rivets where the muscles formed and rippled underneath his tanned back. His shoulders spasmed as I tongued his hole, eating his ass like it was a five-star buffet. Jake started to grunt, calling my name. It drove me wild, the fire in my veins burning hotter.