Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 286(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
I pull back, not wanting to miss a second of her response to me touching her.
She covers her chest with her arms. “They’re small,” she says shyly.
“They’re fucking perfect,” I tell her gruffly. Has some other man made her feel bad about her body? Fuck that dude for not seeing her perfection. “Show me.”
Her pupils expand, darkening her chocolate eyes to obsidian as she lowers her arms, revealing her breasts again. I cup them in my hands, the gentle curve of soft, warm flesh so sweet, I almost taste it on the tip of my tongue.
“You have no idea how good you look,” I murmur. “How sweet. After years of being in this place…”
“You missed touching a woman?”
“More than anything,” I admit.
“You can touch me,” she says, straightening the curve of her shoulders.
I push off my boots and drop to the bed, shifting until my back hits the wall behind. “Come sit in my lap.”
She climbs on top of me until her legs are on either side of my hips, and her pussy rests against my erection. With a little surprised ‘Oh,’ she shifts, and my dick almost plows through my pants.
I pull her closer, licking out to flick the tip of her nipple before sucking it hard. She arches, brushing her clit against the root of my dick, and the lace stretches thin, so I get a tantalizing look at her slick, pink flesh. Hell, I worried I’d have to work hard to get her to want this, that I’d need to coax her into letting us closer, little by little. But it turns out she’s hungry for it, too.
Or she thinks this is what she needs to do to stay safe.
The thud of my heart against my chest is a percussion beat that I can’t ignore. It makes me want to move faster, grip hard, thrust up, and take this woman with a frenzy she wouldn’t handle.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Fuck, Lory. You feel so good. You feel so fucking good.”
Her hands thread over my short hair, her fingers teasing against my scalp, setting all my nerve endings alight, and in a flash, I have her on her back, eyes glazed and gazing up at me, chest heaving. I grip her wrists against the mattress, which bows under our weight. I nuzzle between her breasts, inhaling her scent, something floral mixed with her feminine essence that makes me feral.
“Lory,” I mouth against her skin. “Lory, Lory, Lory.”
Trailing lower, I tongue her navel, enjoying the way she squirms as I get closer.
“Can I kiss you here?”
I lick beneath the edge of her panties, and she wriggles. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
I look up, measuring her expression. Her eyelids are low over her pretty dark eyes, and her lashes are thick, even without makeup. Her lips are parted like she’s waiting to say something else. Across her body, goosebumps prickle her skin. She’s aroused.
With palms pressed against the inside of her thighs, I lick a stripe over her barely-there panties, relishing the dampness of the fabric and tasting the hint of sweetness.
God, it’s been so long that I hardly know what to do with myself. I want to feast and gorge, but if I let go of my tightly held control, it could be too much. Too much for her and too much for me when I remember the man I used to be.
“I want to take these off,” I tell her, no longer asking. When I tug them down her legs, she assists by pressing her knees together, giving me the chance to relish spreading her open all over again, but this time, there’s no tease, just the perfect opening of her sweet pink pussy.
Holy fuck.
My mouth waters, all my senses kicking into overdrive. She’s going to taste so good. I just know she is. Her little petals have bloomed open, revealing the little nub of her clit and the tiniest little hole.
We’re going to wreck her. I know we are, and I can’t even feel bad about it. She’ll feel so tight around my dick, so slick and good. But first, I have to get her off. With my eyes on hers, I bend, inhaling, then licking out to tap the tip of her clit with my tongue. She flinches at the contact, dropping her legs open wider and reaching to clutch the back of my head. I like her eagerness, but I need her to know I’m in control. I’ll do what I want to her trembling little body. Her dress rests on the floor, and I scoop it up. When I gather her wrists in one of my hands, her dark eyes go wide, and when I twist the dress and knot her to the bedframe, pulling her tits high and tight, her expression goes fearful.
Maybe it’s too soon to show her what I like, but the result will be more mind-blowing now she’s restrained. I’ll prove to her that giving up control of her body to me is worth it.