Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36975 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 123(@300wpm)
His mouth is on mine before I can give him the answer he’s waiting for. Our kiss is deep and messy as my tongue plays with his while his hands slink down my sides to the edge of my blouse. The tips of his fingers tickle my skin as he finds his way under my top. A little gasp falls from my lips, and he captures the next whimper from my mouth with his.
“So sexy. Every little sound you make is purely musical, Andrea. I can’t wait to hear you come for me.” I can’t wait to come for him. I need to come right now before I die. My virgin body is begging for that release, and I know his nimble fingers can do the job. Snaking his hand over my bra, he cups my breast, giving it a squeeze before yanking down the soft fabric.
“Elijah,” I cry out when he pinches my nipple. My thighs flex, and my pussy gushes like a dam breaking. “I need relief,” I say, the plea shooting from my throat.
“You need to come, my beauty.”
“Yes, I do. I need to come.” I flex my hips upward, grinding onto his hip.
“No,” he barks out, jumping back off the bed.
“What?”
“You’re not coming like that, sweet girl. I want that little pussy in my face. You’re coming on my tongue. Lose those pants right now.” He growls. He lifts his shirt off, revealing that sexy, broad, sculpted chest and washboard abs that cause me to lick my lips.
“Now, Andrea.” I nod, undoing the button and sliding down the zipper as fast as I can, but I seem to be moving too slowly. He’s on me in a second, gripping the edge of the pants and yanking them off. I giggle as I lay there with my panties half off my ass.
“Sexy as fuck,” he growls. Elijah pounces onto the mattress like a lion, palms flat on the bed outside of my thighs and face right at my core. “Time to get my breakfast. I’m starving.”
I reach for my panties, but he grabs them first, sliding the pretty pink undies down and then his mouth is right at my entrance, no wasting time as his tongue bathes my hole. I yelp at the shock of the new experience. Pleasure and uncertainty both fight for first in my emotions, but the second a low rumble comes from his chest, pleasure takes over, winning.
“Mine,” he says, muffled by my thighs.
“Damn right. It’s all yours, Elijah. Oh my God,” I cry out. My orgasm is on the edge and I’m about to black out. My eyes shut as I reach out and cling to his short hair, tugging onto the strands.
My pussy pulses rapidly as my brain short-circuits. All I can do is ride the wave of extreme pleasure he’s giving me. Then, he slides one of his talented fingers into my tight, untouched hole, and I give out, coming loudly.
“Eli, Eli, Elijah. I’m coming.” My first real orgasm, and I think I’m actually going to pass out from it.
“So perfectly delicious. Sleep, beautiful.” He crawls up along my side and wraps his arms around my waist.
“What about you?”
“That was just for you.” He kisses my throat, and I snuggle into him, letting sleep take me.
****
My eyes flutter open, and instantly I blush as the reality hits me. I fell asleep after he gave me an orgasm. Isn’t that something guys do?
“Hey, beautiful. Did you sleep well?”
“Don’t remind me. Ugh. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry about what? That your orgasm was so good that I knocked you the fuck out? I’ll count that as a win. We have time for the rest later. For now, we need to get ready for dinner. We’re going to meet the guys at the clubhouse.”
“Clubhouse? I was told you guys are like a biker crew.”
“We are.” He smiles at me. “Have you ever been on a motorcycle?”
“No.”
“Do you want to go tonight?”
“Would it be terrible if I said no?”
“Not at all, Enchantress. I’m cool with that.”
“Do you usually take girls on the back of your bike?”
He’s on the bed and on me in a heartbeat. “No. No one but you would be on the back of my bike unless it’s one of the sisters or wives. They’re the only ones. It’s our job to protect each and every one of them. Although, most of the men don’t want their wives riding on the back of anyone else’s bike.”
“Territorial?”
“Yes, and if it’s for an emergency, it’s safer to take one of the other vehicles.”
“Okay.”
“Now, get your sexy ass up because we’re going to be late if we don’t move, and there are a bunch of ladies eager to meet you.”
“Have you…”
“No. Don’t even go there. We don’t do that. These women in the club are either family by blood or marriage, and some are both—Mick married Boomer and Jackson’s sister, Morgan. I haven’t slept with any of them, so please stop worrying about that.”