Total pages in book: 244
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
I crack up, leaning my head back, laughing. “Yes. You figured me out.”
River raises his face, still holding my cheeks. “You are the blow job champion of the world. Just know that. And listen, I’m going to suck you off in about two minutes. Once I recover from the world’s most outstanding head ever given to any man in history. But I want to warn you. I am not as good as you. I hope you can forgive me, you fucking deep-throat god. My dick is humbled to have made the great acquaintance of your mouth.”
Yeah, I’m beaming inside. “My mouth is pretty happy to have met your dick,” I say.
And the rest of me is too.
All of me is.
“Seriously, though. I just want you to know what I do to you will be like the BMW of head to your Bugatti.”
“BMWs are hot rides, River,” I say. “Also, shut up. It’s going to feel great because it’s you,” I say, but once those words come out, I’ve got to remind myself to keep my emotions in check.
Now is not the time to bust out the I am so in love with you or any variation on that you’re the one theme.
Now is the time for more sex.
Just sex.
I have no idea where we’re going, but I also don’t want to contemplate it tonight. I just want to feel.
“Mmm,” he says, grabbing my face, and hauling me to him. River drops his lips to mine and kisses me hard and deep. Like he’s claiming me. The possession in this kiss floods my mind with endorphins.
He tastes a little like champagne still, but mostly like a man who’s been thoroughly kissed.
His tongue explores my mouth as he holds my cheeks. As he tugs and sucks on my lips, the reckless desire I have for him ratchets up a few more notches, then higher still.
As I moan into his kisses, he sneaks a hand to my crotch, squeezes my dick. I break the kiss. “Gimme that second-rate blow job,” I tease.
River points to the living room. “BMW time, here we come. Get this hot body in front of the fireplace stat.”
Hello, snowed-in fantasy, it is nice to meet you.
I’m going to get blown by the man of my dreams in front of a roaring fire as snow falls outside.
Winning.
He tugs his jeans up far enough to walk to the living room. Once we’re there, he slides his hands up the front of my Henley, making me tremble. Every touch melts me. As I look down at him, since he’s just a couple inches shorter, the whole moment is still so surreal.
To have his hands on me.
To see him looking at me this way.
Even after he came down my throat, it’s surreal.
But then, it’s all so incredibly real when his fingers dip under my shirt, and he touches my stomach. Shivering with pleasure, I let out a smoky sigh.
His hands journey up my abs, and he hums as he goes. “Two, four, six, eight,” he says. “Oh yes, I appreciate this eight-pack.”
I laugh, pretty happy that he likes what he feels.
Hell, pretty happy?
I am only happy.
So happy I tug off my shirt in one quick move.
River grins lasciviously at me. “Imma need you all the way naked for this, hottie,” he says as he roams his hands over my pecs, down my arms, then back the other way, retracing his motions and returning to the waistband of my jeans, still unzipped. “I need to play with this whole beautiful body and kiss you all over.”
“Be my guest,” I say, as sparks fly across my skin, as my blood runs with liquid gold. My whole world is like a fantastic dream sequence right now, with everything I’ve longed for coming true.
And it feels better than I imagined.
He grabs the blanket from the back of the couch, shakes it out like he’s a servant for a prince, then lays it on the carpet. “Welcome to my BMW Blow Job Extravaganza. Please, lie down and bask in the features of this car,” he says, with a carnal lick of his lips.
Yeah, I think I’ll like this ride.
I take off my socks, tossing them far away. “Sex with socks on is the worst.”
“It’s an erection destroyer for sure,” he says, then glances at his crotch. “See? I’m even harder now that I’m seeing you sockless.”
“I’ll just go barefoot the rest of the night then,” I say as I lie down.
He tosses me a pillow from the couch. “Make yourself comfortable, hottie.”
“Don’t mind if I do.” I settle on the pillow and park my hands behind my head.
Then River straddles me, sets his hands on either side of my chest, and dips his face to me. “Body by cake,” he muses and I chuckle, but then stop laughing as soon as his lips sweep across my pecs. He dusts gentle, sensual kisses over my chest, his tongue flicking over my nipples, and I can’t laugh anymore, because I’m already moaning, pleasure zinging along my skin.