Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45768 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“Yes, yes,” she moans, bucking her hips like she can’t help herself like something else has taken over. “Oh, God. Am I dreaming?”
“Does it feel like you’re fucking dreaming?”
I rub her precious pussy faster, and then slip my other hand down her tank top and start palming her big juicy breasts. Fuck, they feel as voluptuous and perfect as I knew they would, her nipples perking up, even more, when I slide my palm across them, moving from one breast to the other.
“I need to taste your pussy,” I snarl. “On the covers. Now. Macie. Now.”
I know I need to restrain the beast inside of me a little, but being so close to her sex-scented body is driving the animal within me crazy, making it difficult to focus on anything except her.
She wriggles onto the covers as I fall to my knees, reaching up and grabbing her pants.
I yank down her pants and panties in one savage pull, pushing her thighs apart and burying my hands in her thick luscious flesh, framing her young pussy. It glistens with her wetness, her hole a vivid shade of pink, driving something carnal and primordial inside of me.
“Are you going to…”
“Lick your perfect pussy? Yes, I fucking am.”
“Hmm,” she moans, biting her lip, twitching against the sheets.
She’s moving as though she’s going to explode any second, as though she’s never felt anything like this before.
Maybe she does feel what I feel.
But I can’t stop to ponder that now, not when her soaked hole is right there.
“Come here,” I growl, sliding my hands around to her ass cheeks and grabbing massive handfuls of her perfect made-for-palming ass.
I pull her closer to me and then open my mouth so I can take in as much of her pussy as possible. She gasps and whimpers when I press my mouth against her, darting my tongue around so I can taste the juiciness on her lips and feel how much her clit throbs with urgency.
“You need this,” I snarl. “I can feel how badly your body wants it.”
“Yes, yes,” she gasps, wriggling against me. “But…”
She trails off. I look up between her thighs, over her heaving gorgeous breasts, to find her staring down at me biting her lip in that way that drives me feral.
“What? What’s wrong?”
“I…” She shivers, reverberations moving through her, lust mixed with uncertainty that stabs me deep when I think about something wrecking this moment. “I have to tell you something.”
Chapter Eleven
Macie
There’s no way this is really happening, that Miller freaking Marshall really stampeded in here and tore down my pants and my panties. I feel like I could snap awake any second, realizing I’ve fallen asleep with my hands jammed between my legs and my head full of shivering fantasies.
And yet this moment is too hot with close physical contact, with the searing closeness that sets my body alight.
He gazes up at me with those intense eyes, a voice screaming inside of me to shut the heck up and let him carry on.
“Macie?” he snarls, his possessive tenor swelling in the room, seeming to fill it up until it could burst. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
The words dance on the end of my tongue. I’ve heard that expression so many times before. On the tip of my tongue. But I’ve never felt it like this, as though the words have become physical and they’re actually sizzling around my mouth.
But what if it grosses him out? What if it makes him stop?
“Nothing,” I murmur. “I can tell you…”
I trail off, embarrassment touching my features and turning me crimson, making me self-conscious that if I speak so confidently about sex he’s going to think I’m too forward.
But then I almost laugh at the thought.
Too forward?
He’s the one who marched in here and decided to make me his in the middle of the night.
“After we’re done?” he finishes for me, a wry smirk on his face.
I giggle, nodding as his fingers stroke up and down my sex, and then the giggle becomes a moan when he reaches my clit and starts to stroke with tantalizing slowness.
“Exactly,” I whimper. “That feels so freaking good.”
“Stop distracting me then.” He smirks with a glint in his eyes, a glimmer that tells me he’s going to claim me like the savage he is no matter what I say or do. “I need to taste your cream, Macie. I need you to squirt for me. Can you do that?”
My mind flits to when I masturbated over Miller, how my sheets were soaked afterward with the cascading releases, one stacked upon the other until I could barely breathe by the end of it.
“Yes,” I moan. “I think so.”
“Good girl.”
He makes a ferocious growling sound and buries his hands in my thighs, pulling me down the bed so I let out a shocked yelp. He snarls and brings his face to my pussy, dragging his tongue up one lip and then down the other.