Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Then she held my stare and pulled off her thong, stepping free of the lace and throwing the lace toward the hamper. I didn’t look to see if her aim was true.
I was too busy nearly swallowing my tongue.
She was all dips and curves that lead to thin strip of pale blond hair just above her sex. My mouth fucking watered.
“I’m a big girl, Cannon. I’m capable of deciding what my own good is.” Her chin rose.
“You’re tiny, Persephone. And I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m pretty fucking huge.”
Her gaze dropped to my towel. “Oh, I’ve noticed.”
“That’s not what I mean,” I snapped. “Do you know how easily I could hurt you?”
Those blue eyes flared in understanding, and her lips parted. “Cannon, you’d never hurt me. Not in a million years. If you don’t trust yourself, then trust me, because I know that I’m always safe when I’m with you.”
I felt the countdown start. My cock pulsed, protesting the pressure of the towel. My breath hitched. My mind started mapping her body and planning my assault.
Three.
“You deserve someone far more gentle than I am to be your first,” I protested.
“I deserve you. I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this—for you. I don’t want anyone else. I never have. Just you.” Her breasts rose with every breath. I’d start there first, maybe.
Two.
“You can’t take this back,” I tried again. “This isn’t something you can do over.”
She smirked. “Oh, I’m planning on doing it over and over again. With you. But I’m done chasing you.” She licked her lips. “So, I’ll make myself as clear as possible. I want you, Cannon. I want your body on top of mine, hot and insistent. I want to know how you feel inside of me. I want you to make love to me, and if that’s too gentle for you, then I want you to fuck me however you want.”
One.
“But you’re going to have to come to me this time.”
I snapped.
She was in my arms in a heartbeat, her mouth on mine, her legs around my waist as I carried her to my bedroom—our bedroom. I was going to worship her until she was so limp with pleasure that she’d have to crawl out of this bed.
I laid her down in the center of the bed, made sure she was comfortable, then I spread her knees, slid down the bed, and set my mouth on her.
She arched, crying out loudly as I licked her from pussy to clit, groaning at the sweet, heady taste of her. I teased her mercilessly, swirling my tongue around her, but never getting her there until her head writhed on the pillows above me.
“Cannon!” she demanded, her fingers sinking into my hair.
I sank my tongue inside her.
She groaned, rocking against my face as I filled her again and again. Her sensuality and open acknowledgment of her need took mine up to a painful level. I needed to be inside her. Needed to feel her come around me.
I licked back up to her clit, flicking and lashing the small bud, and when her moans turned to high-pitched, keening cries, I pressed against her with the flat of my tongue and rubbed over her with slow, steady pressure.
She came with a scream, her hips bucking sharply. I gripped her hips and held her still, pulling every wave of pleasure from her body, then working her up again, refusing to let the need ebb. I tested her with my fingers and found her drenched. Good.
“Cannon,” she pled, rocking against my tongue. “God. What are you doing to me?”
“Getting you ready.” I licked and sucked at her until her moans came in time with her breaths.
“Ready for what? Death? God, you feel so good!” Her hands twisted in the covers.
When her thighs started to tighten around my head, I rose over her and took in every detail of the moment. The flush that ran from her cheeks to her breasts. The quick pulse in her neck. The taste of her on my tongue and the sweet scent of apple blossoms filling my head.
I rolled to the side, reaching into my nightstand for a condom. I never fucked women here. This was my haven, but thank God I’d kept my stock there anyway.
“No,” she shook her head when I rose above her again.
“What?” I froze. “Did you change your mind?” My balls were going to be as blue as her fucking eyes, but I wasn’t going to take—
“No!” she startled, her hands cupping my face. “I want you. I just don’t want a condom.”
I blinked. “I’m sorry?” I’d never taken a woman without the thin barrier of rubber.
She tugged her lip between her teeth and shifted her legs on either side of my hips. “I don’t want this halfway. I want to feel your skin against mine. I want you to feel me.”