Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
“I can’t wait to make you my wife,” he says as he climbs over me and softly kisses my lips. He peppers more kisses along my neck, stopping at my breasts to give each of them attention. He continues to move downward, planting kiss after kiss along my torso. “One day, this belly will be carrying my baby,” he murmurs, pressing a lingering kiss to the area just below my belly button.
His words cause my body to go haywire: my heart picks up speed, butterflies fill my belly, and my lady parts clench in need.
As if he can tell that he’s affecting me, he glances up and smirks before he spreads my legs and starts eating me out with the eagerness of a starved man.
His tongue flicks across my clit and my head drops back onto the pillow as I moan his name, begging for more. Another flick, then another… More moans… More begging… Then his fingers slide into me, curling up and working in tandem with his tongue. My orgasm hits me so hard I see stars. My legs shake, and my heart feels as if it’s pounding out of my chest. I try to push Pierce away, but he holds my hips down, licking and fingering me straight into another orgasm.
“Pierce!” I moan, almost positive I just gushed all over the bed—my orgasm was that strong. I want to beg him to stop, yet at the same time, it feels so damn good, I kind of want it to last forever.
“Fuck yes,” he murmurs once I’ve come down from my orgasm. “I could eat this sweet pussy every damn day.”
My legs tighten at the thought, and he chuckles. “You like that idea, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whisper. “Though right now, I want you to fuck me.”
I sit up and reach around him, fisting his shirt and pulling it over his head. Then I lie back down so I can enjoy the view. Pierce is a man who enjoys working out, and his hard body is proof of his dedication. Reaching out, I run the tips of my fingers along each ridge of his abs, until I get to the top of his jeans. I give him a look that says I want them off, and he obeys, unbuttoning his jeans and exposing his delicious happy trail that disappears into the band of his boxer briefs. One day, I’m going to lick my way down that happy trail, but right now, I need him inside me.
When he tugs the material down, tossing his jeans and boxer briefs to the side, his hard length springs up, hitting his stomach. It’s thick with a single vein running down its side. The head is plump with a bead of precum peeking out, and my mouth waters, wanting to taste it.
“Come here,” I rasp.
He looks at me in confusion, but when I wrap my fingers around his shaft, I don’t think he cares what I’m doing, as long as I’m touching him.
“All the way up here,” I say when he stops moving.
His eyes widen in understanding, and then he moves forward, straddling my chest. One hand clasps the headboard for support, and the other cups the side of my face as I lift my head slightly and lick the precum off his head.
“Jesus,” he mutters. “You’re going to have me coming like a teenage boy if you keep that up.”
“What if I do this?”
Without giving him a chance to answer my rhetorical question, I take his entire length into my mouth and down my throat.
When the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, and I moan around him, he pulls out and shakes his head. “No way, sweetheart. I’m not blowing my load down your throat, not tonight. Not before I’ve fucked you.”
He slides back down my body and spreads my legs. Gripping his hard length, he teases it between my slick lips while I wait with bated breath for him to enter me so I can feel him inside me.
“Pierce,” I groan, lifting my hips in an effort to get him to move this along. I’m all for foreplay, but right now, I just want him.
When I press my legs and feet against his back, he slides in, and we both sigh in unison at how good we feel together.
“God, Kels,” he mutters, dropping his palms to either side of my head. “I could live inside you forever.”
“Good, because that’s the plan,” I half-joke. “Now, please fuck me.”
He chuckles at my straightforwardness but does as I say. With one hand holding himself off me so he doesn’t crush me, he delves his fingers through my hair, tugging just hard enough to lift my face to his. Our lips meet at the same time as he pushes into me, and I moan into his mouth, never wanting this to end.