Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
“You know that’s one thing I can’t resist.”
A chuckle slips free. It’s nothing more than a deep scrape of sound that resonates in the charged air.
That I do.
I’ve used that knowledge like a not-so-secret weapon, prodding her into doing things she normally wouldn’t and giving her permission to do exactly what she wanted.
Needed.
Craved.
I know Carina. Better than she knows herself, because I’ve always been there watching.
Waiting.
Her palms flatten against my chest before she gives me a slight push. I retreat a step or two, giving her the space she wants. For all I know, she’ll walk away and give me the finger.
It wouldn’t be the first time. Although, I’ve never known her to back away from a challenge. Even if it’s nothing more than a juvenile dare.
She shoves away from the wall and steps to the side. My attention stays locked on her as she strolls in a semi-circle before grounding to a halt. For a second time, her fingertips settle on my chest before forcing me to retreat until it’s my spine that hits the rough concrete. Only then does she close the distance between us until her slender curves are pressed against my harder lines.
We’re like two puzzle pieces.
Both a little jagged around the edges.
But somehow, we fit perfectly.
Carina reaches onto the tips of her toes. Even though the girl has height, she’s not tall enough to reach my lips without stretching.
Instead of going for my mouth the way I expect, her teeth scrape across the scruff covering my jaw before sliding to the point of my chin. When she sinks further down the column of my throat, I tip my head and bare it in silent invitation.
There was a time in the not-so-distant past when doing so would have been much akin to taking my life into my own hands. She’d have ripped out my jugular and I would have choked to death in a gurgling puddle of my own blood. Then she would’ve stood and watched me bleed out before stepping over my cold, dead body.
When her sharp little teeth sink into my flesh for a second time, I wonder if maybe that’s exactly how this scenario will play out.
The bite of pain feels good, like a shot of adrenaline straight to my dick. A groan rumbles up from deep within my chest as her hands slip under my hoodie and T-shirt to the bare skin beneath before stroking upward along my pecs.
Fuck, that feels good.
On her way down, her fingertips make lazy passes around my nipples and another guttural sound of pleasure escapes from me. She hesitates over the button of my jeans before flicking it open and dragging down the zipper. The sound of metal teeth grinding against each other fills the charged air as anticipation swirls through the atmosphere. Any moment, it’ll explode like a powder keg.
Without another word, she slides down my body, sinking to her knees. I flick another glance up and down the corridor to make sure we’re alone. The hum of conversation from the lobby has died away as people take off. The team will head over to Slap Shotz to celebrate another win.
I couldn’t give a fuck about that.
The only thing that matters is the girl on her knees.
That’s all it takes for my world to shrink down to the two of us.
Maybe it’s always been that way.
My gaze refastens on her as she slips her hand into my boxers and drags down the cottony material until my thick erection can spring free. She stares at it for a second or two before the velvety softness of her tongue darts out to moisten her pink slicked lips.
Already my dick is like stone, swelling against her fingers. The brush of her plush lips against my tip is enough to have me inhaling a sharp breath.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
That feels so damn good.
Better than that.
This girl hasn’t even taken me into her mouth, and I might just die from the pent-up anticipation building inside me.
Her gaze falls to my erection as her tongue swirls around the bulbous head.
Not that I don’t like her staring at my cock but…
“Eyes up here, pretty girl,” I growl. “I want them on me when you take me deep inside your throat.”
Satisfaction fills me when her blue-gray depths, the ones I could happily drown in, fasten onto mine. My fingers tangle in her thick blonde strands, slowly gathering them up until I can see her face.
I’ve spent too many years dreaming about this moment to not watch every drop of emotion that flickers across it. God knows I’ll end up pulling out the memory to relive after it comes to an end. Not wanting to dwell on the lifespan of our arrangement, I shove it away and focus on the beautiful girl in front of me.
I’ve been blown more times than I can count and for most of them, I’d close my eyes and pretend it was Carina sucking me into her mouth and taking me down her throat.