Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 138981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 695(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 695(@200wpm)___ 556(@250wpm)___ 463(@300wpm)
“So go. Go crazy,” she breathes, curling her fingers in my hair, sinking down and rocking against me.
Her soft, husky cries come in waves as she tortures us both, grinding against my cock.
Fucking hell, I can smell her wetness. The scent grows every time she writhes her hips, using me to tease herself and I sure as hell don’t mind.
“Go crazy, Lucas. Don’t hold back tonight.”
This girl.
This girl’s gonna rip my heart out and shred it right in front of me.
She’s already left my self-control in tatters, but I can’t fuck her in here.
Not in the living room, not feeling so exposed.
Stealing one last taste of her mouth, I bite her lower lip before I say, “Hold on to me.”
Before I stand, I haul her up in my arms.
Just getting up fucking hurts, dragging my jeans against my straining cock. I ignore it as I turn to carry her down the hall. Delilah stares up at me breathlessly, her eyes dark and dilated.
“Really? Carrying the damsel off to bed?”
“Just being efficient,” I tease, bending to press my lips to her brow. “If you’ll let me stay tonight, I’d rather not have to get up after.”
There’s something almost beautiful about how this bold, fearless woman turns soft and shy as she presses her face to my shoulder like she wants me to hide her from the world.
It makes my heart swell, knowing she finds me that safe.
Not nearly so much as it swells when she whispers, “Stay. Stay until morning. Please.”
No words.
I have no fucking words for the way she makes me feel, so I don’t say a damn thing.
Instead, I show her.
One more step into her bedroom.
One plodding step, and then I’m tumbling her down against the tangled sheets, her hair spilling everywhere like ink.
Underneath me like this, it’s impossible to escape how tiny she is.
She’s the sort of doll you’d expect to be breakable, wispy and sweet instead of the little cherry bomb she really is.
That fire lashes in her eyes as I devour her with a glance.
“Stop staring,” she whispers, her cheeks turning a furious red.
I smirk.
“Can’t help it, darlin’.” I smooth my hand over the taut curve of her stomach—a real woman’s belly, not model thin, soft and supple and ready for a man to put a baby in her someday—the thin layer of her tank top isn’t nearly enough to stop me from feeling her heat. “You’re too damn beautiful to do anything else, and I appreciate beautiful things.”
Her lips turn up in a losing battle.
Delilah presses her bare foot to my chest and pushes. “Don’t start with cheesy pickup lines or you’ll turn a sure thing into a maybe.”
“Well, hell, since I’d hate to ruin my odds...” I set to work, giving this bossy girl what she wants, using my mouth for better things.
I catch her foot, lifting it up to press my lips to its arch.
Her breaths catch softly, her chest rising and falling in a swell that makes her breasts strain against her top.
She’s a vision.
Every little reaction captivates me as I kiss up her inner calf, my fingers following my lips, gliding over her skin in slow caresses higher and higher.
The closer I get to the sweetness waiting between her thighs in blushing pink, the more she shudders. I bite down gently on her inner thigh.
She whimpers real sweet for me.
Then she claps a hand over her mouth, her eyes widening in embarrassment.
I grin like mad as I stamp a kiss to the button of her shorts, skirting around those tempting hips to the slip of skin above the waist of her cutoffs.
Then the dip of her navel just under the fabric of her tank top.
Then the apex of her ribs.
Mine, mine.
Fucking all of her.
“Don’t hold it in,” I demand as my lips graze her naked, smooth skin between the round swells of her tits. “Let me hear you, woman.”
Seizing her nipple with my teeth, I draw it out through the layers of her shirt and bra, letting the fabric go hot in my mouth.
I tease her, flicking my tongue over that pink bud, pulling more pleasure out of her.
She answers me brilliantly with her back arched, her chest thrusting toward my mouth, her fingers digging in my hair.
The longer I suck, the harder she gasps.
A charging bull couldn’t rip my eyes off her.
Can’t stop myself from taking more, claiming new inches of her with my mouth.
Every sound she makes drugs me till all I want is the high of the next moan.
This inescapable craving burns me down, igniting my blood, thrilling my cock with the sensual pain of a hard-on pulsing with one raging heartbeat at a time.
The way I want Delilah hurts me wonderfully.
Each jolt leaves my jeans tighter, turning my cock to pure steel.
With the gentlest pinch of my teeth, she shudders again, squirming restlessly under me.