Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
My gaze flies to his, my eyes wide. "You c-came on yourself earlier?"
He arches a brow, smirking at me. "What? You thought I wouldn't with that tight little pussy gripping me like it was? With you crying out my name while you soaked my hand? Yeah, I came, Isla."
Oh, my gosh. I love knowing that. Way more than I probably should.
"Plan to do it again when you let me in, baby," he murmurs, his hands skimming up my thighs as he settles himself between them again. "Right after I lick this pretty little thing until you cream on my tongue."
I whimper wordlessly, pretty sure I'm dripping all over the dang couch. Embarrassing amounts. I want him inside me. I want his mouth on me. Good lord. I think I'd agree to just about anything at this point.
My breath catches in my throat as he leans forward, nuzzling his face against me. His lips skim down my belly, and my muscle quiver in response. Hell, I think I quiver in response. In anticipation.
"You smell so fucking good," he groans, inching down the couch, down my body. His nose runs along the apex of my thigh as he inhales, and I freaking sob out loud.
"Brantley, please."
"Don't rush me, little bird. I've never done this before. I intend to make sure I do it right. Gotta make sure you're completely satisfied," he murmurs. "Otherwise, you won't let me keep doing it." He nips my inner thigh. "I already fucking know I need to keep doing it, baby. Jesus. My mouth is watering already."
I sob his name, my thighs trembling around his head. The way he speaks to me, holding nothing back, is so damn sexy to me. It's like he wants me to know him and what he thinks, how he feels. He gives me pieces of him no one else has as if he wants to make them mine.
"Brantley!" I sob when he lunges suddenly, burying his face in my center with a hungry growl. It rumbles right through me, striking all the way to my womb. My hips lift from the couch, a wave of intense bliss ripping through me.
His tongue spears into me, licking deep. Pleasure explodes through my body, sending me spiraling toward a powerful orgasm. I pull his hair, making him growl in response. The vibrations only heighten the sensation.
His lips close around my clit, sucking gently before he flicks his tongue over it in rapid strikes. Electric jolts radiate out from my core, igniting my entire body. My thighs clench around his head as I arch off the couch, sobbing his name.
"You taste so fucking good, little bird," he groans against me, spreading my legs wider. His tongue runs around my entrance before he stiffens it, thrusting it inside to fuck me with it.
I sob, my head thrashing as he works me over mercilessly, bringing me right to the edge.
His thumb pressing against my clit sends me tumbling over the edge.
I shatter with a sharp cry, falling to pieces around him.
"That's it," he croons. "Let me taste heaven. Keep coming for me."
God help me, I do. Until I can't breathe or think or feel anything but him between my legs, worshipping. It's loud and messy, and somehow, that makes it all that much more perfect.
He finally pulls back with a groan, placing a soft kiss to my clit as he rises to his knees to stare down at me, his eyes on fire and his face wet with my juices. "Damn, little bird," he pants, working on the zipper of his pants. "A motherfucker could live between your legs and not regret a second of it."
"Brantley," I moan, reaching for me. "Please."
He chuckles, delving his hand into his pants to pull his cock out.
I choke out a whimper, staring at him. He's so damn hard. So beautiful. I've seen dicks before. I'm a virgin, not a prude. Of course I've watched porn. But I've never seen one that looks as good as his—long and thick, the broad head slick with his juices.
My body ignites all over again, my core temperature rising to the nth degree. I need him inside me. Now.
"You look so fucking perfect right now," he rasps, stroking his cock as he gazes down at me, hunger stamped across his face. "All spread out for me, dripping wet and begging to be filled."
I moan, writhing as he lines the head of his cock up with my entrance, teasing me with shallow strokes that have my hips tilting desperately, trying to draw him inside me.
"Brantley, please," I whimper, my body coiled tight with need, every nerve ending sizzling and screaming for more.
"I've got you," he murmurs, leaning down to claim my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue delves deep, tangling with mine as he stops teasing and slowly pushes forward, filling me.