Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
A growl of approval is ripped from his throat then he’s dropping down to his knees beside the bed. “Who owns this sweet little pussy?”
I never knew I could get turned on by a filthy mouth, but I know it’s more than that. It’s because Amos is the one saying filthy things to me. “You.”
He spreads my glistening folds, his fingers trailing through my soft curls. “Say it.”
“I just did.”
He looks up from his inspection of my most intimate place. “Say it.”
I finally realize what he’s asking and my cheeks heat. But if I like hearing him say naughty words, maybe he’ll like hearing it from me too. “Amos owns this sweet little pussy.”
“Never forget that.” His gaze darkens and he drops his head.
He runs his tongue along my delicate center, and I buck my hips against his face. He grabs my ass, his strong hands immobilizing me as he continues to lap at me.
With every swipe of his tongue, he growls and snarls. The noises are primal, turning me on almost as much as the sensation of his wet tongue fucking me.
He flicks it across my clit just as he slides two fingers into my aching channel. The combined sensation of him stroking my walls at the same time he’s teasing my swollen nub is overpowering. My body tightens as a flood of pleasure rushes over me.
He keeps eating me, wringing a second orgasm from my body before he finally sits up. His face is coated in a sheen of my juices. Somehow, it makes me even hotter to know it’s my arousal that he’s licking from his lips. He smacks them together. “Sweetest pussy on earth and it’s all mine.”
I thread my fingers through his hair and press a kiss to his forehead. The gesture is probably too intimate, but this is us. Me and Amos. “Let me make you happy now.”
He pulls away from me, mischief sparking in his gaze. “I want your hot little body completely at my mercy.”
I lick my lips, not sure what he’s asking for but knowing instinctively that I want to do it with him. “Show me.”
7
AMOS
I’m a sick bastard. But I’ve been dreaming about this moment, aching for it so many times that I can’t hold back now. I’ll go slow, make sure she doesn’t want to run away from me screaming.
Pushing to my feet, I pull the hunting knife from my boot. I glance at her face to gauge her reaction. She’s led a sheltered life. She’s not used to being around men like me who don’t have a problem fighting to the death to defend what’s theirs.
“How many weapons do you carry on you?” There’s no fear in her voice, only curiosity.
I set it on the floor. I’ve never thought too much about it. Raised in the holler in Kentucky, I’ve been around guns and knives my whole life. “Enough to protect myself and those around me.”
Yanking off my shirt and pants, I notice the way she’s staring at my body. I let her look as pride fills me. The lust on her face is making me feel like a damn king.
Her gaze drops to my tented boxers and she licks her lips. Hell if that one little twitch doesn’t make me even harder.
I rip the material away and grasp my cock in one hand. I give him two sharp tugs before her words stop me.
“I want to taste you too.”
Lyla
Amos stops yanking on his dick to stare at me. He steps closer to the bed, his jutting manhood eye level with me. “You want me to push my cock down that pretty throat? You want to gag on me, is that it?”
His crass words make my already slick pussy even wetter. How is it this man only has to say dirty words and instantly I’m turned on?
He tugs on my hair, wrapping his fingers through it. “I’m a big man and I can’t go easy on you right now.”
I try to nod but his hold is too strong to allow me to move. I remember the way his eyes lit up when I said something dirty earlier. “Fuck my mouth, Amos. Please.”
I don’t have to ask him twice. He grips his silky shaft and guides it to my lips, feeding it into me. “Good girl. Gonna take my big cock and let me corrupt that smart little mouth.”
He pushes in further, and I gag. He’s so big, so demanding. But I love the idea that he’s using my body, taking what he wants.
“Breathe through your nose,” he commands, tightening his hold on my hair. It’s a mix of pleasure and pain sweeping through me.
I do as he instructed, and he pulls away only to thrust in deep again. This time though I’m ready and relax, letting him touch the back of my throat. Together, we begin to find a rhythm, learning each other’s bodies.