Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
"You're not making me any less nervous!" she cries.
"Trust me." I lay her out on the bed and then peel her shoes off, tossing them over my shoulder. "When the time comes, you'll be able to take me. But tonight, I don't want you thinking about that. Tonight is about making you feel good."
"I thought it was about making you feel good."
"Angel, eating that juicy cunt is going to make me feel like king of the earth," I say, completely serious. "Especially if you've got your mouth on my dick at the same time. Lift your hips."
She lifts her hips, allowing me to strip her pants down her legs.
I groan when I see her lacy pink boy shorts. They're indecent and innocent at the same time. They're already damp with her juices too, the seam soaked through. I can't wait to feel those thick thighs wrapped around my head while she's riding my face. I already know I'm going to have her seated on my tongue as often as humanly possible.
I lean down, kissing a trail up her leg. She startles and then relaxes with a soft sigh. Her legs part slightly, hips canted inward to hide her pussy from me. I can't get enough of how shy she is one minute and how sassy she is in the next. It's the sexiest combination.
The closer I get to her pussy, the more she shakes. My mouth waters, my stomach growling as her arousal grows stronger. She smells like heaven. I nip the soft skin of her thigh and then run my nose along the crease of her leg.
"Tate," she moans.
"Raise up." I help her sit up so I can strip her shirt and bra off her body, and then lay her back against the pillows. Fuck, she's gorgeous. There isn't a spot on her that isn't completely captivating, from the smattering of freckles across her chest to her hard pink nipples to the little lines across her belly. Her hourglass figure has my dick ready to break in half. My hands twitch, eager to sink into her wide hips while I'm pumping into her.
Her cheeks turn pink as I stare. She fidgets beneath me, digging her toes into the blankets. One hand creeps across her belly like she's trying to hide it from my gaze.
"Nu-uh." I grab her hand, shaking my head. "Don't hide from me, Samara."
"I just…" She huffs. "You're looking at me."
"I know."
"I mean really looking."
"I know."
She rolls her eyes. "It's weird."
I stand up and strip my pants the rest of the way off, kicking them away. Her gaze follows me, her eyes wide in her flushed face. Her tongue peeks out, swiping across her bottom lip as she looks me over, watching me just as intently as I watch her.
"Is it weird now, angel?" I ask, wrapping my fist around my cock.
She silently shakes her head.
"Looking at you gets me like this," I say, stroking my dick. "So you're just going to have to deal with me looking because I plan to do a whole hell of a lot of it. You're beautiful."
"So are you," she whispers shyly.
"Yeah?" I cock my head to the side, grinning. "You think so?"
"I do."
I crawl onto the bed with her again, leaning down to kiss her lips. I work my way down this time, stopping to lavish attention on her tits. They're full and high, fucking magnificent. She likes when I suck and bite her nipples. I leave love bites all over them, admiring every single little splotch that marks her as mine.
I'm not sure which of us is more worked up by the time I reach her pussy. She's writhing beneath me, whimpering my name in sweet little cries that have my dick leaking cum. I peel her panties from her body, tossing them off the side of the bed. I want to spread her out and eat her until she's screaming the roof down around us, but I already know if I get my mouth on her before she touches my dick, she won't be touching my dick. And she wanted to play.
"Come here," I say, settling my hands around her waist. I lift her to her knees and then lay back. "You're going to sit on my face, angel."
"I…Tate, I've never…"
"I know," I croon, running a hand down her side. I'm jealous over a fucking game she wrote, and my innocent angel has never even been touched. She's as pure as the driven snow. I can't wait to experience everything with this woman. "I've got you, Samara. Trust me."
She exhales a shaky breath and then nods.
I help guide her into place, chuckling when she hovers over my face like she's trying to levitate. "Baby, my mouth is about to become your new throne. I suggest you sit on it like you plan to stay a while," I growl, gripping her hips. She's so wet, she's damn near dripping onto my face already. If she doesn't sit soon, I'm not going to be responsible for what I do. "Sit, angel."