Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 92474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“Baby, you think you could suffocate me? Even if you did, I could easily move you. Trust me. Put your hands on the headboard to hold your balance and straddle my face.”
Holy. Heck.
She maneuvered herself into position. She didn’t know if this was a good idea, though. He was still recovering from a concussion, and was covered in bruises. Not that he seemed to care about that when he was picking her up and carrying her places.
He thought he was indestructible.
But he wasn’t, and that thought sobered her.
“Victor, slap my thigh if you want me to move,” she told him as she stared down at him from where she knelt with her legs on either side of his head.
She blushed at the sight she must make.
“Fuck, baby. Come here. I’m hungry, and it’s been too long since I had the taste of you on my tongue.”
Holy. Heck. He was too much.
She lowered her pussy toward his mouth, gasping as he ran his tongue along her lips.
Shit. This was crazy. Intense.
He flicked his tongue around her clit, lazily toying with it until she was shaking, her thighs trembling as she tried to hold herself up.
Then he grabbed her hips, holding her steady as he devoured her. She couldn’t do anything but attempt to breathe as he drove her higher and higher, closer to the edge. His tongue thrust into her passage before moving up to her clit.
“Please, please, please.” She just needed a bit more.
Then he drove her up and over, making her cry out as her body shook with her pleasure. It was too much. So intense. She couldn’t stop it.
He quickly pulled her down his body, holding her firmly against him.
His weight soon penetrated her near-panic, helping her pull herself back into her skin. His hold, a claim of ownership that made her shiver even as that panic still clawed at her throat.
“You’re all right, baby. I’m here. I’m right here.”
“Hold me.”
“You’re okay, baby. You’re fine. I have you.”
She buried her face in his chest, reveling in the tight way he held her. He was always so careful when touching her. But she liked it best when he let go.
Moving her mouth, she sucked on his nipple and more of the panic faded. She turned her head, taking hold of the other nipple. She really needed him.
She tried to wriggle her way free of his firm hold.
“Stay where you are,” he commanded.
“I want to move.”
“No.”
“I’m good now, Victor,” she whispered, trying to slide down his body. “I need your dick in my mouth.”
“What you need is rest. You spent the whole time I was in the hospital taking care of me. Now, I’m going to take care of you.”
“Please. I really do need this.” She managed to lean up, so she was looking down at him.
“Really?” He gave her a skeptical look. “My dick is something you really need?”
“Yes.”
He loosened his hold, and she slid down his body, kissing his chest, his abs, down to his thick cock.
She licked her way along it then over the head, taking in the salty taste of him. She swore it could become addictive. She sucked on the head of his cock then drew more of him into her mouth.
God.
So good.
She took as much of him into her mouth as she could manage. It was a stretch and there was no way she could ever take all of him. She wrapped her hand around the base.
There was something about this that she loved. It enabled her to turn off everything in her head, everything around her, and just be in the moment. Maybe because it felt like he was always doing things for her, and it was a way she could feel more in control.
Whatever it was, she wasn’t going to question it.
She moved her head faster, taking him deeper.
“Baby, I’m going to come soon.” He rested his hand on the back of her head. She took him deep, sucking strongly and he came with a low moan, releasing in her mouth.
She drank all of him down. Then she kept her mouth on him as he grew smaller. He didn’t ask if she was all right, didn’t question her need. Instead, he just ran his fingers through her hair and talked to her quietly, telling her how beautiful she was.
Eventually, he pulled her up to lie in his tight embrace.
Where she belonged.
As she was drifting off, he spoke.
“Who the hell told you my middle name?”
She fell asleep with a smile on her face.
18
Gracen scrubbed at the kitchen counter.
It was spotless, but she needed something to do to distract herself from the nightmare that had just woken her up.
Luckily, she must have woken up before she started crying out in her sleep or thrashing around because Victor hadn’t roused.
He was still recovering from a concussion, which is why she’d snuck out of the bed without waking him.