Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 135831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Her breath catches. “Is that what you did with them when you stole the pair?”
I draw another inhale of her sexy, aroused scent on the damp fabric, then meet her gaze. “What do you think?”
“You fucked yourself with them,” she says, a grin coasting across her face.
“You bet I fucking did, sunshine,” I say, then I drop the pair to the floor so I can touch her thoroughly, properly, reverently. I slide my hands along her thighs, then hike them over my shoulders, yank her to my face, and kiss her slick, hot pussy.
One taste and I’m groaning. One kiss and my cock is aching harder than it has before.
My hands slide up her thighs as I eat my woman.
She’s hot and wet, her juices covering my beard as I devour her. Her moans grow louder. They go to my dick. They go to my head. They go to my goddamn heart. She grips my face and pulls me close, crying out as I feast on the taste of her. Soon, she’s letting go of all her inhibitions, rocking harder against me, and riding my mouth like a queen. When she digs her nails into my skull, she screams my name.
My mind short-circuits. Pleasure rockets through me in a neon burst. I’m so fucking turned on from her coming fast and hard. When I look up, she’s more beautiful than she ever has been. “That’s one,” I say.
She smiles woozily as I run my hand along her hip where she placed hers earlier—where her scars are. I move my face closer, bend down to her thigh, and press a kiss to her hip where two thick jagged scars crawl along her flesh here. I travel over one with my lips, tenderly kissing its path, then the other.
When I come up for air, I look her in the eyes. It’s like she’s holding her breath. Waiting, hoping.
My brave woman. “There is nothing about you that isn’t beautiful,” I say honestly.
Something serene passes in her eyes as she says a quiet, “thank you.”
I rise, grab a condom from my wallet, then brandish it. “I got this for you.”
“Another gift?” she teases.
“A selfish one. Bought it tonight. What can I say? I was hopeful.”
“So presumptuous,” she says.
I give her a cocky grin. “And I was right.”
She rolls her eyes, but then says, soft again, “You were.”
I push down my jeans and my boxer briefs, freeing my eager dick. Then I sit on the couch and I pick her up so she’s straddling me. She’s naked from the waist down, but she leaves her tank on and her hoodie. It’s zipped up halfway. I don’t try to take it off. I tuck my fingers under her chin. “We can take everything at your pace,” I say, then I run my fingers along the edge of the scar I saw last week so she knows what I mean. “You know that?”
“I do, and I will.” It feels like a promise. Like she’s saying she’ll get there—she wants to, and the look in her eyes makes my chest swell with emotion. Then, my cock swells more when she turns her gaze to the foil packet in my hand. “Why don’t you put that on so I can ride this big dick of yours?”
“Your filthy, beautiful mouth,” I praise as I open the condom, roll it down my length, then smack her ass. “Get the fuck on me. Let me show you how much I want you.”
She sinks down on my dick and inhales sharply.
I shudder. Then I unleash a long string of curses. “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck.”
She lets her head fall back, her long hair spilling down her spine.
I grip her ass and move her up and down my cock. “Look at me while we fuck,” I tell her, my voice stern. “Look at my face. Know how much I want you. You. All of you. Every part of you.”
She rolls her lips, then nods before she murmurs, “Look at me.”
“That’s right,” I say with a dirty smile, proud of her. She keeps her gaze on me the whole time as the slap of flesh grows louder. As our bodies come closer. As I grip her ass harder. Then, as I fuck up into her, I take a chance, dipping my face to her left shoulder and pressing a reverent kiss there on the sliver of exposed skin.
She gasps.
My fingers tease at the fabric. “Can I?”
She winces, but nods a yes. I push the hoodie over to the top of her arm, revealing her flesh as I thrust into her. “Gorgeous,” I say on a raspy groan. “So fucking gorgeous.”
Her breath catches.
I kiss her there like I adore her, because I do.
I fuck her and tell her with my body that I crave her, all of her.
And she rides me, faster, harder, more furious, sending the pleasure in me kicking up. Her voraciousness is a filthy thrill.