Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
“I want to see you,” I whisper. “Please.”
He shakes his head slightly. “Soon.”
“Now,” I protest. “You’ve seen all of me.”
“I want to taste all of you,” he counters as he stalks toward me.
He has his hands on my waist, and then I’m on the bed on my back before another breath can leave me.
Still dressed in his tux with his outrageously expensive shoes on his feet, one of his knees is planted between my legs as he stares at my face before his gaze drops to my right breast.
He flicks his tongue over the piercing, sending a shudder through me.
“So nice,” he whispers in what sounds like a growl. “So, so nice.”
My hips buck when he takes the barbell between his teeth to tug at it. It’s gentle at first, but then it’s more…so much more that I feel my pussy clench from the sensation.
He sucks it into his mouth, his tongue still circling the piercing, increasing the intensity slowly. His hums of need vibrate through me, sending my hips into tiny circles as I chase my release.
“That feels amazing,” I manage to choke out the words in the middle of a moan. “I could come from that.”
“You will, but not now.” He gives my nipple a farewell kiss before he slides off the bed and to his knees.
I protest with a whimper because his mouth felt so good on me; the kisses, the pressure, all of it.
“I need this now.” His hands snake up my outer thighs. “Show me, Abby. Show me.”
My legs fall open to reveal the most intimate part of me.
His mouth is on me as he groans through his first taste of me. “So good.”
My hand moves to guide him, but instead of tilting his head to just the right angle, I weave my fingers between the soft strands of his thick hair.
I don’t have to show this man what I like. He hones in on my clit, sucking it, kissing it, slowly and exquisitely pushing me closer to the edge.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispers against me before he shifts slightly so his eyes can meet mine. “Watch me, Abigail. Watch me.”
I’ve never done that with any man before, but I keep my eyes glued to him as he buries his face between my legs.
My hips buck uncontrollably when he slides a finger into me.
I cry out when he adds another finger to the first and again when he ups his pace and tortures me with relentless swipes of his tongue against my clit.
“Oh, no,” I scream. “I’ve never felt…”
This fucking good. Those words get lost in the throes of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
I grip his hair tighter and edge my hips up to get even closer to him as I ride through the pleasure.
As I come down from the high, he pulls back just a touch to reveal a broad smile and lips glistening with my release. “Again?”
“Fuck me,” I manage to get that out in a strangled tone. “Your cock. Please.”
He kisses the inside of my thigh with such tenderness that my breath catches before he pushes to his feet.
“I can’t deny you a thing,” he says as he tosses his tuxedo jacket on a black leather bench at the foot of the bed. “You’ll stay until morning.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” I half-joke with a lazy smile.
He lets out a deep-seated chuckle as he finishes undressing. “Good.”
I stare at the ink on the left side of his chest. A series of thick dark lines intersect in a bold and masculine pattern. A string of words run down the side of his torso, but I can’t quite make that out.
“You have tattoos,” I whisper.
“It seems we both have surprises.” His voice comes out ragged.
My gaze drops to his cock and how his fist is stroking it. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk after that.”
He sets off toward a bedside table as his laughter bounces off the walls. “You are a tight little one, but I’ll take it slow.”
“Slow,” I whisper because suddenly I want time to slow to a snail’s pace so I can savor this one-night stand for as long as possible.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Declan
I stare at Abby’s lips. So pink and plump and begging to be kissed.
Her eyes are pinned on my face as I stroke the tip of my sheathed dick over her core.
She’s wet from not only her release but my exuberance.
There is little in life more satisfying than a greedy pussy. I lost myself to that just now. The sound she was making was a mix of moans and mewls. When she came against my mouth, I licked her more. I wanted another orgasm from her, but her plea to fuck won that battle.
“Fuck me,” she whispers as she writhes beneath me.
If she were anyone else, I’d have her on her stomach with her legs barely parted as I slid into her from behind.