Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74875 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
The moment that his hot mouth closed around the very tip and sucked it inside, I felt my juices leaving my body in a steady rush.
I wanted this man more than anything. More than I wanted a cookie after a meal. More than I wanted a puppy. More than I wanted to win a million dollars and spend it on a house and land where I could have horses.
I wanted him with the ferocity of a hungry lion looking for its next kill.
Then I felt his teeth nibble on my nipple, and I latched onto the first solid thing I could find—his shoulders.
My nails dug in, and I stared, transfixed, as he watched me watch him.
We were tied together right then, staring deeply into each other’s eyes, as something profound passed between us.
“Unzip my jeans,” he ordered, while kneading my breast.
Then he bit down again, this time a little bit harder, causing my hips to jerk.
“Unzip. My. Jeans.”
I reached down, almost on autopilot, and unzipped his jeans.
I was awkward, clumsy, and it was obvious I’d never done it before.
But he didn’t stop playing with my breast. Didn’t stop giving attention to my nipples.
Did nothing but watch me fumble with his belt. Try twice to unsnap his jeans until I realized that it was a button. Then yank down his zipper so hard and fast that it almost got caught on the erection that I could see and feel.
He did nothing to reprimand me. Did nothing to change my awkward ways.
Only watched as I shoved open his jeans, then ran my finger over the wide column filling his boxer briefs.
Oh, God.
And what a big thing it was.
So, so big.
I immediately started to get nervous.
“Take. Out. My. Cock.”
When I didn’t comply fast enough, he pinched my nipple between two knuckles and squeezed.
I hadn’t realized how much I’d needed the roughness—the orders—until he’d delivered them.
But with him telling me everything I needed to do, I found that my brain cleared long enough for me to comply.
I hooked my fingers of both hands into the waistband of his briefs and pulled the band down.
Exposing his cock slowly, I bit my lip as I got my first good look at the base of him.
His hair surrounding where his cock attached to his pelvic region was dark. Almost black. The base of his cock was thick, surrounded by pubic hair, and so thick that I worried that my fingers wouldn’t even fit around it.
The more I exposed of his cock, the more that I realized that Tate Casey was anything but average.
I was always a curious girl.
I’d watched porn. I knew what a penis looked like.
Tate Casey’s cock was a porn penis.
Big, thick, veiny, and long.
It started out a tanned, lovely shade of brown, and turned into a ruddy red the more of it that was exposed.
And the crown?
My god.
The tip of his penis finally freed from his underwear, and it hit his washboard stomach with a thick smack.
I bit my lip and looked up at him, only just now realizing that he’d stopped what he was doing to my breasts.
Both of my nipples were hard peaks, and they looked—as well as felt—angry and red.
My breasts were heaving, and my pussy—yes, I finally realized the merit of saying pussy, because vagina just didn’t work in situations such as these—was throbbing with need.
I wanted nothing more than to take this man’s cock inside of me, and ride it straight into the sunset.
I, Hennessy Hanes, also wasn’t stupid.
I knew what would happen if I tried to put his cock in me and slam down on it. He’d rip me a new one.
The man was hung.
There was no other definition for it.
He was huge, hard, and extended to his belly button. That had to be at least eight, if not nine, inches in total length.
“Lost you.”
My eyes found his, and I bit my lip.
“I’m pretty sure that you’re huge, and I might not like this very much.”
He grinned and let his hands slide from my ribcage where they’d been sitting to my belly. Then they curved around to my splayed thighs and dipped down over my sex. One thumb went on one side of my cleft, and one went on the other. All he did was run those two thick appendages down the length of my sex, didn’t touch anything important, and my back arched.
Oh, God.
He was going to kill me.
“It’s a man’s job to make his woman ready, honey,” he teased. “Let me tell you a secret.”
I leaned in, enthralled with the way his eyes stayed on mine.
“What?”
He grinned and leaned forward until his mouth was a scant inch from mine. “It always fits.”
My mouth fell open, but before I could sputter out the response required in situations like these, he finally let those thumbs do some work, and slipped one straight into my willing pussy, while the other one went up to my clit.