Total pages in book: 172
Estimated words: 157460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 787(@200wpm)___ 630(@250wpm)___ 525(@300wpm)
“You aren’t going to scrub me off you so easily, Zyah,” he said, satisfaction in his voice and in every line of his face.
Before she could respond, he bent his head to her left breast, repeating the same thing, exactly the same way, not hurrying. She thought she might come undone. Unravel. She was unraveling. She was so desperate to get off that she slid her hand down her body between them to try to give herself some relief.
Player caught her wrist. “Naughty girl. I’m going to have to punish you for that. You can just wait. I’m getting there. Put your hands on your breasts. I like to see you work your tits while I eat you. Then when you get wild and can’t hold on to them, they bounce all over the place. It’s a beautiful sight.”
Player flicked her nipples with his tongue, bit gently down one more time and then kissed his way down her belly, sliding slowly between her legs, keeping his body wedged there so she couldn’t close her thighs. His shoulders were wide, and it felt as if he were stretching her legs to capacity, although she knew better. The night air was cool, and she was so hot that the contrast fed the flames, adding to the roaring need coiling tighter and tighter.
He settled himself and lifted his head to look at her. His eyes. He stole her willpower—her heart—with those eyes of his.
“I’ve been starving for you.” He stated it very simply and then bent his head to her right thigh.
His tongue was like velvet on her inner thigh. Up high, close to her heat. Close to where she so desperately needed him. She knew it wasn’t going to be that simple. He wanted to make a statement. A claiming. She couldn’t blame him. The first chance she had, she was going to do a little claiming of her own.
Zyah closed her eyes, crying out when his teeth marked her, when his mouth sucked at her tender skin, leaving behind a signature going up her inner thigh. It wasn’t enough on her right thigh; he had to duplicate it on her left. Then his mouth was on her lips, his tongue tracing them, flicking and teasing, sipping at the taste of her. Circling her inflamed clit. He flattened his tongue and pressed hard. Circled again. Plunged his tongue deep. Flicked. Strummed. Plunged.
She found herself hissing his name. Demanding. Trying to find purchase with her feet to push her body into his mouth. Nothing she did or said mattered. Player took his time. Then he suddenly shifted his body, catching her thighs and pressing her legs over his arms. His mouth covered her slit, and her world went red and orange. Fiery flames. No oxygen. He devoured her just like he’d said he would. He was relentless. Merciless. He was unashamedly greedy.
She sobbed through her first insane orgasm, spiraling out of control. She’d forgotten that, the power he could generate in her body. The waves that kept coming and coming when his mouth and tongue didn’t stop. He added his fingers, stroking. Pushing deep. Sliding between her cheeks. Claiming every part of her for his own. Sending a second wave even more powerful than the first so that she was shattered and only he could save her.
Player lifted his head and wiped his face on her thighs, his eyes blazing like blue fire. He caught her legs. “Turn over, Zyah.” It was a demand, nothing less.
He was at the end of the bed already, and he didn’t wait for compliance. She couldn’t move, the ripples taking her over, throwing her into another realm. He caught her ankles and rolled her over so that she was on her belly. Immediately, he was on her, catching her around the waist, yanking her up on her hands and knees.
“Player.” She wailed his name. She loved him like this. Wild. Crazy. How many times had they been like this that first night?
He put his hand between her shoulder blades and she went down to her elbows.
“Bog, I love your ass.” His hands shaped her cheeks. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, Zyah. There isn’t a single spot on you that isn’t gorgeous.”
She felt the slide of his hair on her bottom and then his mouth, his tongue. She couldn’t help tightening her muscles. His hand smacked her hard. “That’s for trying to get yourself off instead of waiting for me.” He smacked her again. “And that’s for making me wait to taste you when you knew I had to be starving for you.”
Her breath was coming in ragged gasps. She pushed back into him. “Player. Give me your cock.”
“You don’t deserve it yet.” He bit her. Hard. He ignored her yelp and repeated the action on her other cheek. Then he lapped at her entrance, pushing her legs wider apart, his tongue trailing the mixture of hot cream up into the seam between her cheeks.