Total pages in book: 158
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 729(@200wpm)___ 583(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Excitement flared in her dark eyes. He loved that. He loved that whatever he asked of her turned her on. He knew she liked his brand of sex. Right now, he could scent her answering need, that liquid heat that tasted like an aphrodisiac.
“Open your mouth.” He wanted to see her red lips stretched around his cock the way the red lace stretched around her curves. It was sexy as hell. She’d swallowed him more than once, but he’d never seen her, not like this. Not with the light on her, not with her body adorned by red lace and his marks. Not with her full, pouty lips so red. He loved her mouth, he lay awake at night thinking about it and how she tasted. How she smiled or frowned. That adorable lower lip he couldn’t resist biting every time he got close to her.
Sonia obeyed him, licking her lips, her eyes on his, and then she slowly opened her mouth for him. Just that alone nearly made him erupt all over her face. He didn’t know how he was going to keep it together.
“You’re so fuckin’ sexy.” He hissed the words between clenched teeth as he guided his cock in, giving her the broad head, watching it disappear between her lips, feeling that burn that shook his entire body, that made his thighs harden and his blood run so hot he feared he might burn from the inside out.
Her mouth was on fire, scorching him the way her sheath did. Her tongue slid over the sensitive crown in a lazy curl and then stroked underneath in that sweet spot that nearly took his head off. He pushed deeper into that scalding-hot cauldron. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked. He didn’t know if it was the feeling alone of her mouth on him, lush red lips stretched around his girth, or her eyes staring up at him, but whatever it was, it set off an inferno inside of him.
His hips moved of their own volition, pushing deeper. He tried to be gentle. He liked rough, but she deserved gentle and he was determined to be careful of her. She sucked harder and lashed him with her tongue. A low purr emanated from her throat. The vibration tore up his shaft like a wildfire out of control. His balls drew tight and hard. He pushed deeper, not meaning to, but unable to hold back.
She didn’t pull off him, not even when he felt those tight muscles gripping his sensitive head and her eyes watered. It was too much, the massage, the heat, the way she looked. He couldn’t hold back. The force started somewhere deep and climbed, spreading like hot lava through his gut, up his thighs, centering that violent flame, burning, stroking, so hot he thought for a moment he would go insane with the brutal pressure. Then he was erupting, hot jets of seed splashing down her throat. He couldn’t look away. He needed to throw his head back and howl, but he was riveted on her, the way her mouth worked him, the way her throat swallowed, massaging him more. The way her eyes had gone liquid and her red lips stretched to accommodate his size. Her breasts heaved in the red lace as her body fought for air, but she refused to stop until she had all of him.
She took a long, deep, shuddering breath, and then gently swallowed him again, gliding a couple of times and then lapping at him. Every touch of her tongue sent lightning streaking through him, a white-hot pleasure that consumed him.
His hands tightened in her hair as she licked her lips and then sat back on her heels, still looking up at him. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” It was all that he could get out of his mouth. She was. Beautiful. Sensual. Sexy. His.
She just stared up at him, looking as vulnerable as hell. It occurred to him she didn’t have the first clue what to say or do. She hadn’t wanted him there and the moment they were together, they were at it. He could see her nipples, peaked, hard, desperate for his mouth. She squirmed, pushing her thighs together, every bit in need as he’d been.
He reached down and took her hand, tugging until she was on her feet. Without a word he lifted her, two hands at her waist, and set her on the table between the two chairs. He bent his head and sucked her left breast into his mouth. That soft mound had been driving him crazy as she swallowed him, swaying in temptation, straining against the thin, delicate lace. He sucked hard, used his teeth to rake at her.
She shivered, jolted, gasped and then moaned, her arms coming up to cradle his head. His hand went to her right nipple and he wasn’t gentle, tugging hard, rolling, setting her on fire. By the time he switched his mouth to her right breast, her left was covered with… him. He left strawberries and rake marks decorating her soft skin. It looked beautiful, his signature, his name written on her. He claimed her right breast in the same way. His. All that beauty. He wanted her to do the same to him. Brand her name into his bones.