Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“I want you naked,” he hisses. “Right fucking now.”
The moment I brace my palms against his chest and push myself up to a sitting position, he tugs on the hem of my borrowed t-shirt. I take a nervous breath, then raise my arms, letting him pull it all the way off, exposing me to his hungry gaze. I resist the urge to cover up my breasts with my arms.
It takes a moment before he says anything else, he just looks. Enough that I get a little uncertain. “Is this okay? I mean—”
“Fucking perfect. You’re fucking perfect,” he growls and then he's pulling me back down so he can kiss me. Weaving his strong fingers into my hair, he holds my head in place as I finally, finally, get kissed the way they write whole books about.
His lips are soft, softer than I expected, and he teases mine open with his tongue. When I let him in, he presses us together while we explore each other. I bury my fingers in his thick, black hair, marveling at the contrast between the velvety shaved skin and the thick, soft strands on top. Then I slide my hands over his powerful shoulders and onto his muscled arms. He runs his free hand down my side until he captures my ass with it, pushing aside my underwear to grip my bare skin.
When he finally lets me up, I draw breath like I've been swimming underwater. I push back, missing the feeling of his cock between my legs and stop in surprise when it's the hot crown that bumps against me. At some point, he popped out of his boxers, and with only the thin wisp of fabric between us, it might as well be skin on skin. A sexy shiver courses through me. “Poe…” I whisper.
“Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” He grinds himself against me as he explores my ass with his hands. My panties are being pushed down, just a little, but enough that it's obvious what he wants. Not that I had any doubt.
“Anything you want,” I whisper back.
He chuckles darkly. “Not fucking good enough. That's a cop-out answer. Tell me.”
“Would you… would you lick me?” I chew my lip nervously.
Instead of answering, he rolls us over, and suddenly, I'm the one on my back and he's hovering over me. His boxers have slipped just below his hips, enough for me to see his full length, and wow, feeling the bulge didn’t do it justice. With a cocky smile, he hooks his fingers in my panties and tugs them off all the way. I lift my hips to help.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growls as he takes in all of me. I feel so vulnerable, but he looks at me like I'm a dream come true. Then he moves down the bed until he can wrap his strong hands under the backs of my thighs and push my legs up, bending me in two. “Open up for me, baby.”
When I do, he leans down and kisses the inside of my thigh. The short stubble on his jaw tickles the sensitive skin there. I grab the sheets with both hands, balling them up in my fists and watching him in wide-eyed anticipation.
He kisses again, and again, each time coming just a little bit closer to my center. When he looks up at me, the corners of his eyes are crinkled with laugh lines. Then he swipes his tongue through my folds, all the way from the back, dipping inside me for just a moment, then up and around until he flicks the tip of my clit, lighting a tiny firework in my belly as he connects. I gasp and arch against him, eager for more.
Not that he makes me wait. He does it all over, and then again and again, pulling me closer and closer to orgasm with each deep swipe of his tongue. There’s no hesitation in his technique. He follows my cues like an orgasm whisperer, discovering exactly where my most sensitive spots are, how fast I like it, how hard, how… everything. And the closer I get, the harder his fingers dig into my thighs to hold me still so he can work his magic while I shiver and writhe in his bed.
I let go of the sheets, but only so I can wrap my fingers into his hair instead, pulling him against me with short gasps. I teeter on the edge. It's right there, so close… And then with a final swipe that ends with him swirling his tongue around my clit, he pushes me right over the edge. I fall willingly, my eyes shut tight as wave after wave of pleasure washes through me. He slows down but doesn’t stop, wringing every last shudder from my weak limbs as he holds me firmly in place.