Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
This was purposeful. Intent.
The baby stretched, some part of him or her pressing hard enough that you could see it above my belly button and Titus laughed roughly, leaning down.
“Shh, go to sleep. Mama’s busy.”
I snickered.
“We’re not doin’ this in here,” Titus announced. He grabbed my hand and pulled me, leading me briskly to his room.
“My bed is better than yours,” I teased. I wasn’t wrong. We both had king-size beds, but mine was newer and far more comfortable.
I hadn’t slept there for weeks.
“This is our bed,” Titus announced when we reached his room. “I’ll have Bas help me switch out the mattresses if you like the other one better.”
“I like yours,” I murmured breathlessly as he pulled me in.
The kiss was deep and hot and made everything inside me tighten like someone had pulled a cord that ran between my nipples and clit. I mewed into his mouth, sliding my hands under his sweatshirt to find the skin there. The trail of hair the led into his jeans tickled my fingertips and my breath hitched.
With a few flicks of his fingers, my bra loosened, and he ripped his mouth away from mine so he could pull it away.
“Gorgeous,” he breathed, his hands cupping my breasts, thumbs gliding over the tips.
I gasped quietly as he bent his head, pulling one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue brushing against it so lightly that I wanted to scream. The sensation was incredible. Mind blowing. I gripped his short hair in my fists, holding him there.
He moved to the other breast and reached for my leggings, pulling them along with my panties down my hips. I was so focused on his lips and teeth and tongue on my nipple that I barely paid attention as I kicked them off my ankles.
I was highly aware when his hand slipped between my thighs, though, his finger sliding and pressing. I shuddered.
“Look how wet you are,” he murmured against my breath. “God.”
His fingers pressed harder and my hips jolted.
“That’s it,” he said, lifting his head to meet my gaze. “Ride it.”
The words should have embarrassed me.
They didn’t.
I jerked my hips forward again, my eyelids fluttering as his fingers rubbed against me. I was so slippery that I could feel the wetness on my thighs, but the calluses on his fingers caused a friction that I felt everywhere. Even my scalp tingled as I rode his hand, rolling and pushing forward until I found the rhythm I needed.
“On the bed,” he ordered. I jolted forward, a small noise of protest bursting from my mouth as he pulled his hand away.
“Titus,” I groaned hoarsely, reaching for him as his hands guided me onto the bed.
I watched in fascination as he dropped his cut onto the floor and ripped the sweatshirt and t-shirt he was wearing over his head. His eyes never left mine as he unbuckled his belt and shoved his pants and boxers down his legs.
When he looked down to push the clothes off his ankles, I stared.
He was beautiful. Like a statue that belonged in a museum. There was no bulk to Titus, he was lean, but as he moved and I watched so many muscles bunch and flex, I shivered.
I hadn’t seen him before. When we’d had sex in the car, we’d barely undressed. It had been almost frantic, the way we’d secretly pulled clothing out of the way so that we could touch each other.
My gaze dropped lower.
I panted.
“You want my cock?” he teased, making me jump in surprise. He laughed. “What? You forget there was another person here?”
“No,” I rasped, glaring.
Titus’s smile was slow as it spread across his cheeks.
“On your knees. Hands against the headboard.”
I squinted at him, wondering what the heck he was doing, but followed his directions. I rolled onto my knees and scooted toward the head of the bed, throwing the pillows off as I went. Then I wrapped my hands around the edge of the headboard and looked at him over my shoulder.
His eyes were glazed as he stared.
Then he was moving onto the bed and only seconds later his hands were roaming down my back, along the crack of my butt, up my sides and around to the front so he could pinch my nipples between his fingers. His mouth was just as busy, kissing my back, my shoulders, my neck. He ran his hand into my hair and pulled out the ponytail so it would fall down my back. My skin was so sensitive by that point that every strand felt like another kiss. His hand tightened and my insides clenched.
My hips were just barely rolling, my mind a fog, when I felt him move. His hands lifted me at my thighs, bringing me higher on my knees, and then he was beneath me.
At the first swipe of his tongue between my legs I nearly lost my grip on the headboard. I knew what it was, but I’d never had it before, and I stared blankly at the wall as his tongue circled and tapped and rubbed against me, the sensation so acute that everything was centered on that tiny bundle of nerves where he played. I moved my hips, chasing his tongue as he shifted a little, and his hand clamped down on my butt, his fingers digging in.