Total pages in book: 208
Estimated words: 207002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1035(@200wpm)___ 828(@250wpm)___ 690(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 207002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1035(@200wpm)___ 828(@250wpm)___ 690(@300wpm)
His fingers twitched around my wrist. “Once we pick up your parents, you’re going to behave, right? No more making me fuck you against the sink with your dishwashing fetish. No more shower sex. No more doggy-style in the shallows of the pool at two in the morning.”
I licked my lips, drowning beneath the heat pumping off his cock and the way it kept swelling larger and thicker in my hold. “You have my word, Aslan. The moment we bring them home, we’ll go back to humping secretively against your bedroom door...until we move into our own place. And then...well, you better drink a lot of water.”
His eyebrows raised. “Why?”
“Didn’t you complain that I was wringing you dry?” I smirked and bowed over his lap, dragging my tongue over his sensitive tip, licking up the salty pre-cum that tasted like the ocean I loved so much. “It’s only going to be worse when we have our own place,” I breathed on his crown.
His head fell back; he let out the feralest groan. “I’m going to have a heart attack.”
“No, you’re going to come so you relax.” I licked him again, deep and long.
Almost mindless, he swiped on the blinker, swerved into a darkened street where lit-up houses revealed families having dinner, then slammed into park.
His hand sank firmly into my hair.
I froze in his hold as his fingers feathered around my head possessively, almost threateningly. I shivered as every inch of me prickled for touch.
Glancing down the cul-de-sac, making sure no one walked their dogs or peered into our dark little cocoon, he growled, “Open. Open wide and suck me.”
I gasped at the black-dripping command.
I obeyed.
My mouth encircled him, my tongue slid down his thick length, and my hand stroked him hard and fast, just the way he liked it.
His thighs bunched. His right hand buried deeper into my hair, pushing me farther into his crotch, being rough with me, losing control with me. “Make me come, hayatım.” His voice was stone and gravel as his harsh breathing filled the car. “Fucking hell, please make me come.” His left hand stole across the gear stick, diving between my legs.
Finding my phone on my lap, he tossed it to the floor, shoved aside my underwear, and speared two fingers deep inside me.
My mouth opened wide at the invasion, moaning at his vicious penetration.
He took full advantage, thrusting his cock deeper past my lips.
His fingers plunged into me, ruthless and desperate as if we’d be caught at any moment.
I lost myself to a cocktail of making him break apart and his brutal touch making me shiver and sparkle.
His thumb ground hard against my clit, pushing me up the cliff quickly, expertly, using my own body against me as he tugged my hair to make me suck him faster.
The sounds of my wetness as his fingers plunged over and over inside me and the slurps of my mouth around his huge, hot cock sent me over the edge.
I cried out as I came all over his hand.
Wave after shattering wave, fast and furious, naughty and needed.
Only once my final spasm faded did he withdraw his arousal-wet fingers, sink both hands into my hair, and grunt, “Iyi misin?”
I nodded, almost choking on his thickness.
“I’m going to come. Tell me now if that’s a problem.”
I shook my head, deliberately scraping my teeth over his sensitive flesh.
He bucked and cursed. “Hold your breath, Neri. Put all that talent to use while I fuck your sinful mouth.”
I wasn’t ready for him to let loose completely.
I moaned as he shoved my head down, holding me there as his hips surged upward, feeding me as many inches as he could, grunting as his belly clenched and his cock spurted with bliss.
His ragged breathing echoed in my ears as he climaxed, splashing hot, salty seed all over my tongue.
I drank down every drop. I fought the urge to choke. I did as he said and held my breath so I didn’t have to fight my body’s attempt at removing the pulsing obstruction in the back of my throat.
Slowly, he stopped shoving me down, and the dominating hold he’d trapped me in turned apologetic and full of shame. “Fuck,” he whispered.
Pulling me upright, the pop of his cock leaving my encircled lips made my cheeks heat and him flinch. His erection speared upright, smearing my saliva and his release all over the hem of his light-grey t-shirt. Anyone who’d ever been frisky in a car would know exactly what that stain meant and why it was in direct line of Aslan’s zipper.
Sucking in a breath, I went to suggest turning around and changing, but Aslan grabbed my cheeks and attacked me.
He kissed me with nothing held back.
Our teeth cracked, our tongues warred. I held his wrists as he devoured me with reckless devotion.