Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 104239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
“That’s right. Suck. Take all of me.”
I don’t give him what he wants right away, scraping my teeth gently around the ridge before replacing them with my tongue, swirling it around like I’m licking an ice cream cone.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he grunts, thrusting his hips upward like he wants to take control. When he does, though, I pull back.
He grits his teeth and groans helplessly. I can’t pretend I don’t love the sound. Knowing I can do this to him, for him.
Finally, once his precum leaks from the tip, and he’s panting and helpless, I give him what he wants. I take him between my lips and lower my head slowly, taking him deep into my throat.
I don’t stop until my nose is buried at his base.
“Fuck, yes. Yes, Delilah. Take all of me. Take me deep, just like that. Let me fuck your throat.”
The naked need in his voice and the approval under it do something to me, making me even bolder than before. I cup his balls with one hand, tentative, experimenting a little. He seems to like it when I massage them, so I do while my head bobs up and down.
“You’re so good at this,” he moans, surging in my mouth. “You’re so good to my cock. I love the way my cock looks in your mouth.”
I murmur my agreement, then his hips lift, his head banging against the back of my throat. I fight off my gag reflex, and it passes quickly enough.
Soon he’s running his fingers through my hair—gentle at first, but he becomes more forceful before long. Demanding. He cups the back of my head, and I gasp, freezing in place when he makes contact with the bump. He gets the message and moves his hand lower, to the back of my neck.
Then he holds me hard, growling. “You want more? You want my cock deep in your throat? Of course you do. I bet your pussy is dripping, all sloppy and wet, wishing my cock could fill it?”
Fuck. I’m getting more and more turned on by the second.
“Fuck. I’m going to fill that throat of yours with cum!” I moan around his length, lost in the moment, in the thrill. He begins lifting his hips, thrusting upward, and now all I can do is hold on until he’s finished.
His hand tightens around my neck. “You’re gonna swallow every drop and not waste any of it, or I’ll make you lick it up off the floor.”
I yelp a little when his fingers dig in tighter but that only eggs him on until I’m fighting not to choke on him as he pummels me with one sharp thrust after another. He loses his rhythm until all he’s doing is frantically fucking my face, desperate to reach the end. When he does, he fills my mouth with the taste of him, coating my tongue and my throat. I gulp him down, catching every drop as instructed. Finally, it slows, then stops, with him sinking into the bed and withdrawing from between my lips.
“Holy shit,” he pants before letting go of me. I can’t help but feel proud, seeing him completely undone like this. And I did it. I’m so good that he doesn’t need to sleep with any other woman. Only me.
Suddenly, his eyes open wide and he sits up, taking me by the arms. “Fuck. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
The honest concern in his voice and eyes touches me deeply, and I can’t help but smile. “You didn’t hurt me. I’m fine.”
He lies back down, pulling me into his arms. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, even when everything around us is up in the air, totally unsettled. He’s relaxed, finally. His heartbeat eventually slows into a nice, steady rhythm as he calms down and drifts off to sleep.
Right now, it’s just the two of us. And it’s enough as I close my eyes and let sleep take over.
31
LUCAS
There’s nothing like the sense of hanging in limbo.
Waiting to see what will happen next.
Who’s going to reach out to me first—my brother? Xander? Charlotte? Somebody else? Knowing we can’t stay here forever, that I have to go back and bring her with me but dreading it like I can’t describe.
She’s asleep in my arms. We spent most of yesterday and overnight in and out of sleep, ordering food once we both realized we hadn’t eaten.
The remnants of our takeout meal sit in a paper bag on the dresser, beside the TV that’s still on with the volume turned down almost all the way. The bluish light it casts over the room gives Delilah a ghostly appearance.
I brush back a few errant locks of hair from her cheek and smile when she makes a happy little sound. She’s dreaming of something nice, pleasant. Something not based too deeply in reality, obviously.