Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Her words should alarm me, but they don’t. Despite that, I squeeze one of her perfect round tits. “You’d know if I claimed you. When a woman is mine, I leave no doubt.”
I may not be quite as big a flirt as Brett and Seb are, but I can tease when I need to.
She’s quiet for a moment but then snuggles closer, undulating her hips and brushing her hand over my erection. “So you’re keeping your options open, then. Good call. I am as well.”
I kiss her soft hair, and it tickles my nose.
She clamps her hand around my cock. “You are magnificent. I don’t normally let a man stay the night with me.”
“I don’t normally stay the night with a woman either.” It’s not a lie. Even when I like a woman and make love to her, I rarely spend the night.
She groans and works my cock. “I think I like this game.”
Game? I suppose it is a game. We’ve done nothing but play games, the women having to identify the men by touch yesterday, the men giving the women orgasms without touching their pussies. Definitely a game. Was that what Brett had in mind when he devised this event?
I took him at his word—that this was to help us find love. Partners who we could marry and who could bear our children. Become our families.
I’m quiet a moment. Then, “Games have rules,” I say. “And I think those rules are going to change today.”
Emily moves away slightly from my shoulder and meets my gaze. “Oh? Why do you say that?”
“They’ve already changed,” I say. “Rachel and Ginger have left. There are only six of you now.”
Five, actually, but she doesn’t need to know the deal I made with Brett. Either Misty goes, or I go.
Odd that I don’t want to go. That would mean leaving Emily.
Emily, who’s made it abundantly clear that a rancher’s life is not for her.
Not that it matters. It shouldn’t, anyway.
Emily snuggles back into my shoulder and gives my cock a good pull. “You leaving my room first thing in the morning will definitely make the others wonder.”
I close my eyes and groan. “That feels good.”
“Happy to oblige.” She moves from my shoulder and trails kisses over my chest and abs, climbing down my body to take my cock into her warm mouth while straddling my face.
I inhale the sweet scent of her pussy and pull her thighs so I can tongue her sweetness. I know her now—know her body, know what she likes and what will get her going.
And damn, she knows me too. She gives the greatest head I’ve ever had. She swirls her tongue over my cock and then spits until I’m good and lubed. Then she takes me nearly all the way into her throat.
I groan and slide my tongue far into her glistening cunt. I savor the flavor of her, the sounds of her soft moans vibrating from her body into mine, the sight of her sweet flesh all around me, and the feel of her thighs hugging my face like a cradle. Emily Kensington is sensory overload of the best kind.
I slide my tongue over her slick folds and then upward, to her puckered asshole, gently probing it. God, I’d love to get my cock into that ass, know that I’d taken her every way I possibly can. That will wait, though.
I leave her asshole and dive back into her pussy, tonguing her clit until she begins to gyrate into me. Her orgasm is imminent, and I stuff one finger inside her to shove her over the edge.
She sucks my cock harder as she comes, her pussy pulsing all over me, and when her orgasm begins to fade and I’m ready to come myself, I roll us over so she’s lying on her back and I climb over her, both of us facing the foot of the bed.
I kiss her lips lightly, letting her taste her juices. “Are you ready, Emily? Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
“Always,” she says on a sigh.
I thrust into her pussy.
She just came, so she’s tight as anything, and my God she feels like heaven.
I thrust, and I thrust, and I thrust, holding back as long as I can because I don’t want this pre-morning tryst to be over. When I find myself on the brink, I pull out, fist the base of my cock to hold off, and then plunge back into her.
“God, Emily,” I grunt. “You feel so good around me.”
She grits her teeth. “You do too. I love your cock, River. Good God, I’m going to come again.”
She lets out a high-pitched shriek, and I cover her mouth to quiet her. It’s early morning, and everyone’s asleep.
Her pussy clamps around me as she slides through her orgasm, and I hold back as long as I can before—