Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Licking at her slit, Bracken hummed. “I fucking love going down on my baby.” Loved the taste of her. Loved her raspy little moans, the scent of her need, and how gorgeously responsive she was. His cock was so hard it hurt, but he was enjoying the feel of it cushioned by her delectable ass.
He circled her clit with his tongue, fluttered it through her slit, and then dipped it inside her dripping-wet pussy just enough to tease her. She let out an honest-to-God growl that made him chuckle. “Poor Madisyn.” Like most cats, she was all about instant gratification, and he’d found that his mate could be quite inventive with curses when she was forced to wait for what she wanted. So far, she’d called him everything from a mothershitting son of a bitch to a shit-for-brains sheepfucker.
Spreading her slick folds with his thumbs, he blew on her clit, smiling when her thighs shuddered. She wouldn’t last much longer before her orgasm closed in on her again, but he wasn’t ready to give up her pussy yet. So he licked and sipped and drank from her, savoring every drop of cream she gave him. At the same time, he pinched her nipples and squeezed her breasts, remembering how it had felt to fuck and then come all over them the previous night. The memory made his cock twitch.
Tremors soon began to rack her body as her pussy clenched around his tongue. Taking pity on her, Bracken asked, “Do you want me to make you come now?” He swiped his tongue through her folds, scooping up all that cream, and she let out a long groan. He gave her thigh a sharp slap. “You didn’t answer me fast enough. Let’s try that again. Do you want me to make you come?”
“You know I do, you son of a—” She gasped as his palm slapped her clit.
“Yes or no?”
“Yes.” No sooner had Madisyn spoken than he gripped her ass and yanked her into him, burying his tongue deep in her pussy. She sucked in a huge gasp of air, close to sobbing in relief that he was finally going to give her what she needed. He pumped his tongue inside her, his fingers circling, flicking, and plucking at her clit. And she simply couldn’t take it.
She came loud and hard, head thrown back, spine arched, fingertips biting into his thighs, as wave after wave of pleasure fired through her quivering body. Utterly spent, she sagged against him, breaths sawing in and out of her dry throat.
Waiting for her to come down from her orgasm, Bracken idly danced the tips of his fingers over her swollen folds, tracing his signature. “You good?” He took her hum as a yes. “Sit on my cock, Madisyn,” he ordered. “Ride me.”
Opening her eyes, Madisyn met a gaze that glittered with sheer male satisfaction. His clever, sensuous mouth had kicked up into a wicked smile that got her hackles up. He looked far too pleased with himself. Well, he wasn’t the only one who knew a few tricks. Maybe it was time the cocky bastard learned that.
Straightening his legs, he stared at her expectantly. Instead of mounting him, Madisyn moved to kneel between his thighs.
“Baby, I told you to sit on my cock.”
“I heard you.” Madisyn shook her head when he reached for her. “I let you take the lead for a while. Now it’s my turn. Or don’t you want to come in my mouth?” His cock jerked, and she smiled. “Thought so.” Settling herself comfortably between his thighs, she fisted the base of his cock with one hand. “Don’t come yet.” She dipped her tongue in the slit at the head of his cock, licking up the drops of precum there.
Bracken swore. “Got a point to make, have you?”
Starting at the top-left side of his balls, she licked a W shape. “Oh yeah.” She sucked first on one ball and then the other. “You just lay back and relax.”
He’d expected her to do exactly as he’d done—spend time teasing him with light, easy touches on his less erogenous zones before finally turning her attention to his cock. He was wrong. She went straight for the kill. Her grip was perfect—firm, tight, and merciless—as she pumped his shaft with a slight twisting motion while her tongue expertly circled, licked, and lapped at the head. It wasn’t long, though, before she released his cock and cupped his balls, rolling them around in her hand while massaging his perineum with her finger.
She alternated over and over. One minute she was working his cock, humming and moaning as she sucked. The next she’d move onto his balls, and then she’d be back to his cock—only this time she’d concentrate solely on the head. She licked, sucked, stroked, nibbled, pumped, constantly changing her rhythm and speed so that he had no idea what to expect.