Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
I yank him toward me by the waistband of his jeans.
“And you have too many clothes on,” I say.
Wickedness gleams in his eyes. “Best you take them off me then.”
I reach for the button of his jeans. He doesn’t move as he watches intensely, his gaze searing into my skin as I lower the zipper. He’s hard, and when I see the rigid outline of his cock, my skin flushes with heat and excitement, and I swallow thickly.
The rumors are true. His cock is huge.
He steps out of his jeans and underwear and again I’m rooted to the spot, wondering how the hell I’m going to fit him inside me.
“I didn’t bring any protection,” he says. “Do you have anything?”
My stomach drops. “I don’t.”
Oh god, why don’t I?
I haven’t seen a dick in months, hell, maybe even a year, and I need to get laid.
But sex without protection is a no go for me.
My body weakens with frustration, but my disappointment doesn’t last long.
Ares takes my face in his big hands, his smile wicked. “Don’t look disappointed, little one. I don’t need to be inside you to satisfy you.”
He pushes me onto the bed and slowly crawls over me. Pushed up on his knuckles, he leans down to drag his tongue from my neck to my shoulder, and I shudder beneath his touch. His tongue is velvety soft against my skin, his breath hot, the heat from his muscled body radiating around us as he descends further down my body.
“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs, sliding lower.
Skillful lips close around one nipple and then the other, applying enough suction and pressure to send a heat of lust to my clit. I arch my back as his tongue continues to weave a trail along my skin, thinking I’m going to die from the sensation. His mouth finds my clit, and my hips shoot off the bed. Big hands reach up and hold them down while he fucks me with his tongue. Like a tongue-fucking expert.
It doesn’t take long.
“Oh God…” My moan is long and drawn out as I surrender to the pleasure. “I’m going to come.”
He tongue fucks me harder, and I fall apart. I come in sweeping waves while clinging to the headboard behind me.
“That’s it, little one. Come on my face.”
He licks, sucks, and plunges his tongue in and out of me until I’m a rag doll, and I sag into the mattress. When he lifts his head, his dark gaze sweeps along my naked body.
He crawls over me and leans down, claiming my mouth with a searing kiss that is a mix of him and me.
But I pull away from his kiss, suddenly needing more.
Through half-lidded eyes, I see his erection hanging heavily between his thighs, and it’s all I can take. I want him inside me, but the protection thing is a real bummer. I at least want him rubbing up against me.
I grab him and pull him down, tightening my thighs around his hips, then begin to rock against his cock, needing the pressure against my aching clit. His kiss turns wild, and his big hands dwarf my face as he holds it tight to his. His tongue, lips, and hot mouth punish mine. It’s all too much. I want to come again. I need to come again. So I rock harder against him, the friction threatening to set off fireworks but not getting me there.
“We gotta stop,” he rasps.
But I grab his wrist. “Not yet.” My breath is ragged. “Don’t stop… I’ll fucking die if you stop now.”
I’m on the brink of orgasm number two, and I’ll implode if he pulls away.
Taking him by the base and guiding him toward the saturated place between my thighs, he drags in a ragged breath.
His brows draw in. “I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
“I just want to feel you there.” I know I’m playing with fire, but I’m drunk on desire, and it’s making me reckless. It’s been months since I’ve seen action, and I’m about to burst with need. “Kiss me.”
I feel the weight of his cock between us as he leans down and kisses me into a dangerous stupor. He rocks his hips against me, and I part my thighs further, needing more pressure to soothe the throbbing ache.
I’ve heard that the logical side of your brain can shut down during sex, and right now, I’m proof of that fact.
He grinds against me, his erection rubbing over my clit and his groans stealing the last of my common sense and turning it to ash.
The moment gets away from us. Not thinking, we both let it happen. One second, I’m rocking beneath him, and the next, he’s sunk deep inside me, and I don’t even care because I’m distracted by the thick column of flesh that stretches me to a point that’s almost painful.