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)
But then all my thoughts floating around in my head suddenly vanished when I felt his teeth clamp down on the inside of one butt cheek, perilously close to my girly bits.
“Holy night!” I cried out in shock, freezing in place as he kissed away the sting.
“Get out of your head,” he ordered. “And focus on me.”
I licked my dry lips, unsure what in the hell to say.
I had been in my head…but did he have to almost bite my flappy bits? Jesus!
I would’ve said something more about his lack of finesse, but he pushed my legs further apart and took both of his big hands and spread me wide.
I felt exposed, and I wasn’t a hundred percent sure that I liked him being eye level with my junk.
“Tate, seriously.” I tried to close my legs.
He was having none of it, and stood up.
That’s when he produced a fucking rope out of nowhere, and practically hog tied my legs open.
It took him a matter of milliseconds.
“What…”
“Keep them open, I said. I won’t tie you, I said,” he teased, running his rough palm down the length of my spine. “Do you think I’m bluffing now?”
I tested the rope, tugging lightly on it with my right leg, only to feel my left leg give instead of getting the gap between my thighs to lessen.
“Untie me!” I ordered, suddenly very nervous.
“Negative, Nancy.”
“My name’s not Nancy, you fricker.”
“Fricker, ohhh,” he teased. “I’m shaking in my boots over here, pretty girl.”
I growled low in my throat and looked at him instead of the headboard which I had been staring at, and what I saw on his face was enough to cause me to freeze.
“Why do you look like you’re about to kill something?”
His eyes rose to meet mine.
“I’m trying to decide if I should eat you, or fuck you,” he admitted. “I want to taste you, but my cock is hard, and eating you will make my need even worse. That pussy, and you, will definitely feel ‘killed’ when I’m done with it.”
As if in answer, he fisted his cock and caused my eyes to leave his.
They traveled down the chiseled length of his body to land on his cock, and he was correct. It did look quite angry.
The head was a ruddy red, and the length of it was pulsing with veins.
It was seriously the veiniest—is that even a word?—cock I’d ever seen. If it was a word, veiny would describe it. Jesus, the man was definitely gifted in the cock department, and if the time came that I ever had to compare my current love interest to him, it wouldn’t even be a fair comparison.
“You’re staring at it like you’re scared,” he told me. “You don’t need to be scared.”
And I must’ve solved some inner debate he’d been having with himself, because he dropped to his knees between my splayed open thighs, and dropped his mouth down to my pussy to place a single chaste kiss against the heart of me.
The moment his lips touched me there, I felt my hips jerk down and my thighs quiver in anticipation.
“God,” I breathed out shakily.
Then I felt the scruff of his beard on the inside of my thighs, perilously close to everything that I wanted him to touch.
His fingers. His beard. His tongue. His goddamn nose. I didn’t care. Anything at this point would do, as long as it belonged to him.
The anticipation was killing me.
His stupid finger started to swirl around in my juices, searching, but not touching anything important.
My hips were moving along with his finger, trying to follow it to get him to where I most wanted him. Every time I moved, though, he’d move, too.
Around and round he went, touching but not touching where I needed, lulling me into an almost mindless need.
My eyes closed, and my fists clenched, and I waited for him to do something—anything.
Then…he did.
His finger penetrated me, and he didn’t stop until the webbing of his fingers was up against the slick flesh of my sex.
My breath left me in a gasp, and my pussy clenched down on his fingers.
“Your cunt’s so pretty,” he whispered.
I felt his breath on the inside of my thighs, his beard tickling my pussy lips.
Then he curled his finger, and I forgot how to breathe. How to even function.
Because he’d touched something that felt like he’d hooked my vagina up to a freakin’ electric jumper box and shot ten thousand volts into me.
My clit pulsed, my vagina clenched, and a keening moan fell free of my lips.
“Goddamn,” he grunted.
Then his other hand moved to my pubic bone, and he pressed down lightly, causing my clit to press against the heel of his hand.
And when he curled his finger down again, scraping something fucking phenomenal inside of me, I cried out as a burst of lightning tore through me.