Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 117510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 588(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Using his hold on her hair, Knox guided her movements, forcing her to suck at his pace; knowing just how deep she could take him before she choked. At the same time, he drove a psychic finger in her pussy and began to finger-fuck her. Her soft moans vibrated around his cock, making him ache to be in her. “Fuck, baby, that’s good.” So good he felt a telling tingle in his balls and knew he couldn’t take any more.
Snatching her head back, he traced her lips with his finger. “I like how swollen your mouth is right now.” He also liked how flushed her cheeks were. Liked that he could smell her arousal even from there. “Stand up and strip for me.” Rising fluidly, she kicked off her shoes and then shed her shirt and jeans. Knox grabbed the gusset of her panties and began pulling them down her legs. “Look how wet you made your panties, baby.” He held them up to show her, and her eyes flared. “Want me to eat you, Harper?”
A fine tremor worked through her body as he let the psychic finger dissipate inside her. “You know what I want,” she said, voice shaky.
“To come.”
Harper blinked, taken off guard, as psychic hands clasped her hips and lifted her. They propped her on the edge of the desk and then spread her legs wide, exposing her pussy. The cool air purring out of the air conditioner blew over her pussy. The way he stared at it—hungry, intense, like a predator that had honedin on its prey—made her inner walls quiver.
With a wave of his hand, Knox shoved aside the objects on the desk. “Lay back. Good girl.” He grabbed her thighs and pulled her closer. “Don’t come.”
Harper’s back arched as he pushed his face into her pussy and swiped his tongue between her folds. Jesus, that felt good. He sank his tongue inside her, tasting and swirling and scooping up every bit of cream. She moaned, bucking her hips, needing more.
Thanks to his psychic finger, her pussy felt on fire and was unbelievably sensitive. Each lick of his tongue both soothed and fed the blazing ache. Her orgasm was creeping toward her, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she tipped over the edge. “Knox, no more.”
His fingers tightened on her thighs, and the bite of pain brought her release that little bit closer. She squeezed her eyes shut, fighting the need to come. But it became harder and harder to fight as his mouth just kept on devastating her pussy.
“I love how you taste.” Like warm, sweet honey. Knox’s tongue did a little foray over the brand in the V of her thighs and then lapped at her once more. “Addictive.” He latched on her clit and suckled gently.
Hissing, Harper reached down to grab a tuft of his hair. She missed, because he rose to his feet. His predatory gaze raked over her, heating her even more, and his mouth then quirked in pure masculine satisfaction. That smugness should have rankled, but she was too damn turned on to care. “Why am I naked when you’re fully dressed?”
“Because I want you to be, baby.” Knox yanked her to him as he thrust forward, ruthlessly slamming his cock home. He closed his eyes as her pussy clamped around him like a hot fist, squeezing and rippling. Nothing in his life had ever felt better than his mate’s pussy—inferno hot and deliciously slick—wrapped so tight around him.
Knox closed his hands around her breasts and squeezed the creamy mounds. He could feel her heart beating through her pussy. “Hook your legs over my shoulders, baby. Good girl.” He fucked her hard. Brutally rammed into her like there was a fever in his blood. Because there was. Her. She was the fever.
She wasn’t just deep under his skin. She was in his blood, bones, cells—everywhere. Filled and soothed every fracture and void inside him.
He plucked at her nipple ring, loving the way it made her inner walls quake around his cock. He would have leaned over and sucked that ring into his mouth if he wasn’t so busy watching his cock—shiny with her cream—slamming into her over and over. The sight made his balls tighten. He kept driving hard and fast, unable to get enough. It had always been that way with Harper. She was a thirst he couldn’t quite quench. A hunger he’d never fully sate. A drug he’d forever crave.
Harper blinked as he suddenly yanked her to feet, roughly spun her, and then bent her over the desk. “What the—” Her mouth fell open as he forcefully shoved every long thick inch of his cock deep in her pussy, hitting a spot that made her groan. Keeping her pinned with a hand on her nape, he hammered into her again. Merciless. Frantic. Winding her tighter and tighter.