Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72990 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
His finger continues its trail, bypassing my pussy and following the path to my navel. He touches the piercing I have there, a tiny diamond stud. “Blake will love this. Outside tattoos, piercings are his other great love.” His voice is soft when he talks about his brother, which reminds me of their unwavering bond. Most siblings have arguments, but the Nowaks never did more than bicker. They don’t look alike, but they’re closer than peas in a pod.
Higher, he touches the front fastening of my bra. “It’s time we lost this,” he says.
“Yes,” I whisper.
With an expert flick, my bra is undone, and the fabric is eased from my skin.
The sigh Kain makes is like pure satisfaction. “You have the prettiest tits,” he says. “Better than I imagined.”
“You imagined?”
“Fuck yeah.” He bends forward, mouth hovering just above my right nipple. His breath tickles my skin, drawing the already pointed tip tighter. His hot tongue flicks over, once, twice, and then his hungry mouth latches on and sucks, hard.
Fuck. I tip my head back, no longer able to maintain the eye contact Kain has kept, needing to drift into a place where my body takes over from my mind.
His big hand palms my other breast, rough and hard. Perfect.
The tug of his mouth sends a pulse of connection between my legs, and I force my thighs together, needing contact.
Quick as a flash, Kain taps my hip. “Keep your legs open.”
I whimper, understanding he wants to frustrate me, loving it and hating it in equal measure. He’s slow to travel down the length of my body, but with every kiss, every lick, every nuzzle, I quiver more with anticipation.
When his lips are pressed to the soft, rounded part of my lower belly, I push up on my heels, raising my hips to urge him forward. “What do you need, baby?” he murmurs. “What do you want?”
“Touch me,” I gasp. “Make me come.”
“Oh, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
With two tugs, the ribbons at the side of my panties are undone. Kain presses my knees apart, spreading my pussy wide, staring down at my most private place with eyes that burn with desire. He licks his index finger and runs it over my clit, and I almost burst with just that one tiny touch.
“Slowly,” he teases, easing my hips back to the bed. “There’s no rush. I’m going to give you what you want, and it’ll be so much better for waiting.”
“Please,” I beg, seeing how much he likes it. “Don’t make me wait.”
“Baby, baby. This pussy’s so hungry, isn’t it?”
I nod; my mouth suddenly dries as his finger traces lower and lower, the thick tip resting against my entrance. “Please.” I shift again, so quickly that I take his finger inside me just an inch and he groans at the same time as me. It’s enough for him to lose some of the tightly coiled restraint he’s been teasing me with.
When his rough tongue strokes against my clit, I buck against his mouth, but when he pushes that finger up against my G-spot, my toes curl. “That’s it,” he says, flicking his tongue faster, forcing his finger deeper and harder. “Come for me, Angel.”
And I do. Oh I do. My thighs snap closed around his head, and I moan so deeply it vibrates my lips. I think I’m going to pass out from the racing of my heart, but then I hear the tear of a foil packet and the slick sounds of a condom rolling, and I know I need to come to my senses because Kain is getting ready for more.
5
KAIN
There’s an angel spread out on the bed before me. A real fucking angel.
Gabriella Cross, the most perfect woman on the planet, just came against my tongue. I felt her pussy clamp down on my fingers, I tasted her arousal, I heard her cries.
Every dream I ever had about Gab just came true.
Well, maybe not every dream. There are things I’ve fantasized about doing with this girl that aren’t part of this agreement. Lazy mornings in bed, afternoons watching movies and eating popcorn, and date nights and fancy restaurants. They can’t be a part of our future.
I don’t want to focus on that, though. I want to gaze down at the gorgeous woman in front of me, and relish making this a reality.
“You can take your hands out now,” I say, assisting Gabs to free herself. She flexes her fingers and reaches up to take my hand.
It’s a moment of sweetness. A connection that feels outside a cool arrangement focused on pleasure. A moment of affection I relish.
“I always thought you’d be big,” she whispers, and her cheeks flush adorably.
“You thought about my cock?” My brows pinch together, surprised but mostly pleased that I’ve not been the only one perving in this relationship. I tap her hip, not wanting to disappoint her by failing to deliver on her fantasy. Keeping my voice low and cold, I issue an order. “Shuffle back.”