Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 89674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Dash closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. “Don’t stop. We haven’t been together in days. I need this.”
What I had to do was keep my wits about me if I planned to get through the next few minutes of sensual torture. With every roll of my hips, my cock rubbed against the crack of Dash’s ass cheeks. I should let him rest, and I was determined to let that happen, but he always wanted me ready and rough. Yeah, I was up to the task.
Dash
Thousands of twinkling lights threw a party inside my head as Beau worked his magic with those talented hands.
“I love you,” he murmured softly in my ear. His raspy voice sent a shiver down my spine. When he leaned in, I could feel the evidence of his desire pressing against my spine. His strong hand traced the length of my shoulder, neck, and hairline.
I shivered under the intimacy. A smile akin to the over-the-top love I had for our lives spread across my face. Tingles sprinted over me with the romance of it all, certain to have my guy inside me before too much longer.
The sexy sensation of his body pressed along the length of mine, going skin-on-skin, sent another shiver as he drew me from behind into one of his giant bear hugs. Those sinful, pleasure-filled lips nipped at my neck.
“You’re a good guy. You need to remember that. Do you hear me?”
It wasn’t the question it seemed. Instead of waiting for a response, I rode the waves of emotion Beau so easily conjured inside me. My thoughts drifted to a peaceful, committed life with my love. Something far easier than anything in our past. Nothing mattered more than the dream of our lives together. A bright blue sky and churning waves were the backdrop of the images ruffling through my mind.
“The place that drives me is building a vendetta against my father,” I murmured in contrast to the serene imagery inside my head. My toes dug into the sandy beach, the ocean’s give and take sent water cascading over my feet then back again. “I’ve never been focused on anything so mean. I want Jackson Richmond to pay for what he’s done.” I spoke those words in a soft tone, failing to convey the determination and strength of will I’d used to get my way. Maybe I wasn’t as calm as I thought.
“You’re so smart and focused. You challenge everything.” He gently touched my shoulder with a simple kiss. His hands continued roaming, caressing, and massaging freely. As I relaxed, my cock responded, growing harder with the way he pleased me. “I think the best way to get to your dad is for us to thrive in a great life together.”
He slid his hand beneath my chest, covering my heart. I could sense his heartbeat aligning with mine. He made an incredible point. My happiness mattered and would drive my father crazy.
I lifted my head, puckering, waiting for his lips. Beau sweetly obliged.
“Let’s move back to our roots. Close to water. Chase your fishing charter dreams. I need a plan to hold on to,” I murmured.
“I do too,” Beau agreed. When I tried to shift to face Beau, he denied me, and repositioned to fully cover my back. Beau read my silence correctly and latched onto my neck, sucking there, determined to leave his mark. My guy liked to tag me.
I arched my back up, pushing to my knees. The move dislodged Beau. He effortlessly repositioned, slipping a hand beneath my hips to grip the shaft of my cock. He glided smoothly back and forth, easily undoing me.
“Mmm,” I moaned, signaling my readiness. Three lubricated fingers entered my hole. Fuck. The sudden intrusion felt good. One of his skilled fingers curled, intimately knowing the direction of my gland. Instant blinding pleasure caused my hips to buck and my body to arch. Beau’s grip on my cock tightened to keep me from coming early.
“You’re so fuckin’ hot, baby.” The hissed and husky delivery of the words sent a thrill through me.
Beau’s lips latched onto the skin on the side of my back, sucking tenderly as his fingers continued to move inside me, readying me from the inside out.
“You tease too much,” I muttered under my breath, but I didn’t mean a word of it. Every building second through my release incited pure pleasure. Beau spread my cheeks wide, giving a single swipe of his tongue, bottom to top. I fucking loved that move.
His broad, mushroomed tip poked at my entrance. And here we went. My head reared backward as Beau expertly sheathed his cock fully inside my channel. Exactly the way I wanted, in one sure thrust. He played me like a fiddle.
Stars peppered my vision. Goddamn, how did this mean so fucking much every single time? I got on all fours, lifting my chest off the mattress, clenching the duvet with my fists. I relished the way my body stretched and encased Beau’s moving cock.