Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 115886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
He yanked off his tee and then pulled the tie out of her hair, letting her hair tumble down her back in sleek waves. “I want to feel your lips wrapped around my dick. Want to watch it disappear into your mouth again and again.” He scraped his teeth over her neck, scoring the skin. “You going to give me that?”
“Keenan, I’m not fucking magic. There’s no way I’ll be able to deepthroat that monster.”
He felt his lips twitch. “Not asking you to deepthroat me. Just want to feel your mouth on my cock.” He unbuttoned her fly. “Stand up and take your jeans and panties off. Good, now the rest. I want you naked.” Once she’d stripped and kicked her clothes aside, he lowered his zipper, let his dick spring free, and then spread his thighs. “Come here, baby. I want you on your knees in front of me.”
She did as he asked and, no shyness, curled her fingers around his dick. The breath slammed out of his lungs as she squeezed him. “Yeah, like that,” he said. She fisted him tight as she pumped, her tongue flicking out to touch her lower lip. His gut clenched. “Suck.”
She circled the broad tip of his dick with her thumb, smearing the drop of pre-come there. “Patience.” Her hot tongue licked his shaft from base to tip—it was like a lash of fire.
He gripped her nape and gave it a cautioning squeeze. She rolled her eyes at the silent warning, but then she closed her mouth over the head of his cock and sucked, bathing him in liquid heat. “Yeah, baby, that’s what I need.”
She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, gliding her tongue along the underside of his shaft. He was captivated by the sight of him disappearing into her mouth, over and over. Pure masculine possession lived and breathed inside him—a raw, relentless force that yanked every thought from his brain bar one: Mine.
He’d never felt so possessive of anyone or anything. He hadn’t thought he had such a deep territorial streak in him. Maybe he hadn’t until Khloé came along. Maybe she sparked it to life.
He groaned as he hit the back of her throat. She kept bopping her head up and down, keeping the suction perfectly tight. Right then, she was intoxicating his senses with her delectable taste, her sexy little moans, and the sight of her perfect mouth sucking him. It took everything he had not punch up his hips and fuck that mouth he’d fantasized about for years.
A crushing, incessant urge to take her pounded through him so hard it was dizzying. Not yet. He wanted to blow his load down her throat first. He needed it. His demon needed it. “That’s it, suck me hard.”
Without pausing, Khloé flicked her eyes to his, needing to see his expression. Sheer unadulterated pleasure was stamped into every line of his face. She gasped as a phantom finger fluttered over her slick folds.
“I’m going to play with your pussy while you suck me off,” he said.
Oh, Jesus. A phantom finger alternated between circling and flicking her clit, stoking the fire inside her. She kept sucking and licking, her lips stretched tight around him. Every time she moaned or whimpered, the long shaft jerked or throbbed.
He sent telepathic whispers into her mind. Told her how much he loved her mouth, how much she pleased him, how badly he wanted to pour his come down her throat. He carved his fingers through her hair and fisted it. His hold was gentle yet screamed ownership.
She moaned as a phantom finger slid through her folds and then dipped inside her. At the same time, his cock swelled, becoming impossibly thicker.
“Swallow all of it, Khloé,” he growled. “Drink my come.” His hand tightened in her hair as he punched up his hips and exploded, his shaft pulsing with each blast of come. She swallowed it all and then sat back on her heels.
His face was all languid and lazy, and his eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “Damn, you’re good with that mouth.”
“Right back at you.”
“Up here, baby. Straddle me again.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
In something of a sensual daze thanks to those phantom fingers, Khloé stood. “You’re still hard,” she noted as she straddled him. Yip-fucking-pee.
He roughly squeezed her breast, his hold undeniably possessive. “I’m an incubus, baby. I can stay hard for as long as I want to.” He swooped down and latched onto her nipple, suckling hard.
Khloé gripped his head. She really did love that mouth of his. “Keenan—” She gasped as two blunt fingers thrust inside her.
“Slick already.” He withdrew his fingers and held them up to her face, all shiny and wet. “See?” He licked both fingers. “Hmm.” His steel-blue eyes glittered with so much heat and possession that it took her breath away. “I want you even wetter.”