Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77718 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“I want you,” I whisper to him.
“And I want you, babe. Now, tell me how you want me to make you come.”
“Your mouth. I want your mouth on me.”
He grins wickedly, the promise of something amazing glittering in his eyes.
He releases my hands. His go to the button on my jeans. He drags down the zipper. The sound is loud in the quiet of my room, like a needle scratching a record.
He starts to pull my jeans down. I lift my butt, giving him easier access.
My jeans are off.
And I’m in just my panties. He leans down and presses a hot, wet kiss against my clit through the fabric of my panties, making me moan.
“You’re soaked,” he groans, his finger drawing a line from my pussy to my clit.
His fingers hook into the elastic of my panties, and he pulls them down my legs. Then, I’m completely naked for the first time in front of him.
He’s kneeling at the bottom of the bed, eyes on me. His cock straining against the restraint of his jeans. He grabs his dick with his hand and squeezes. My mouth waters.
I’m not self-conscious about my body. Yoga keeps me fit. But, even if I were…the way he’s looking at me right now would take any doubts away.
He’s watching me like he’s starving, and I’m his next meal.
“So fucking beautiful.” He shakes his head, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.
The praise in his words and his eyes light me up inside.
He climbs back up the bed, hands pushing my thighs apart. He leans down, face close to where I want him most, and he gently blows air onto my pussy. The sensation of the cold against my hot, aching clit is thrilling.
I want him so badly.
His eyes lift to mine. “I’m gonna make you come so hard,” he growls. Then, he covers my pussy with his mouth and pushes a finger inside me.
I nearly come up off the bed, but he holds me down with his other hand.
He licks and sucks while he fucks me with his finger, driving me wild.
“Play with your tits.”
His hoarse order has me obeying immediately. I roll my nipples between my fingers, moaning when he slides another finger inside me, two now, and sucks hard on my clit.
I’m not going to last much longer. It’s been too long.
I want to move my hips, but his grip won’t permit it.
He’s in control here, and he’s making sure I know it.
I feel the rise of my orgasm climbing. My toes curl into the bed. One hand leaves my breast, going to his head between my legs, fingers tangling in the dark strands. “Yes,” I chant. “Yes…right there, Ares. Don’t stop—fuck!” My eyes roll back into my head as the most intense orgasm of my life hits and keeps going…and going.
Ares doesn’t stop until I’m lax in my bed, and even then, his fingers stay inside me, slowly working me.
“Jesus,” I breathe, opening my eyes, looking at him. “Sweet fucking Jesus.”
He laughs deeply, although there’s no humor in his eyes. Only desire. Raw fucking passion.
“I want to taste you,” I tell him.
And he growls. “I want that, too, but I’m big, baby. This isn’t me being cocky—it’s a fact—and you’re small and tight. I need you to be ready to take me, and right now, you’re ready.” He pushes to his knees, sitting between my legs, still working his fingers in and out of me.
“I don’t care.”
“I do. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” And I’m sure of that. I know he won’t ever hurt me again.
I push up to sit. His fingers stay inside me. Meeting his mouth, I kiss him. I can taste myself on him, and usually, that doesn’t do anything for me, but with him, it does. It turns me on even more.
I grab his dick through his jeans and give it a squeeze.
He moans a tortured sound. “You’re killing me, babe.”
“Can’t have you dying on me.”
I undo his jeans, dragging the buttons open, and I work his jeans down his legs. His fingers slip out of me, and he pulls his jeans off the rest of the way. Then, his boxers follow.
And, sweet Lord, he’s naked in front of me. Big cock jutting up, straining toward his rock-hard stomach.
His body is insane.
I’ve seen men’s bodies like this in magazines and in movies but never in real life. He has muscles in places I didn’t even know you could have them.
All that football and working out have clearly paid off.
And I’m currently getting to reap the rewards.
I have never wanted a man more or been as desperate to touch as I am with him right now.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell him, my eyes lifting to meet his.
Unnamed emotion flickers across his face.
I move up onto my knees to him. My hand on his chest, I run my fingers across the ridges of his body, like I’m tracing a map down to the promised land.