Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Wow. “Oh, Boone,” I call out into the emptiness of the room. My body lets loose, the past few months of anguish unleashes, and I topple down. “I’m coming,” I shout, and Boone grips harder onto my thighs as he uses the pad of his tongue on my clit, applying the right amount of pressure to keep my orgasm spiraling out of control. “Oh, Boone. Boone, I’m so…” I don’t even know how to finish this sentence. Because in this moment I don’t know what I am.
I feel like a leaf caught in free fall, drifting helplessly through the air. Each gust of wind seizes me, carrying me across the lawn while I remain powerless in my own body. Boone keeps a grip on me, not letting me go as he continues to work his tongue over my heated skin.
The sensations are too much to handle, and I cry out that I can’t handle it, but he doesn’t let up. He keeps going, causing something in my body to happen that has never happened before. I feel that initial climb once again. The start of another orgasm. This can’t be happening. Can it?
I mean…
“Oh my fuck, Boone,” I scream out, my body betraying me. This second orgasm rips through me like a violent storm, overwhelming every sense and leaving me trembling in its wake. “I can’t believe this.” I keep grinding myself against his face as I squeeze my eyes shut. “This can’t be real…fuck, oh my…Boone.”
He doesn’t let up as he keeps going. “I need inside you, Aubree.”
Right now, it’s the only thing I crave. I nod, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. Boone rushes up my body as I try to get my breathing under control. He kisses me, passionately.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you come all over me.”
I’m so far past blushing at this point, but still, his words do something to me. My body’s spent, yet I still crave him. Still want him. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.
“I’ve never had two back-to-back orgasms like that before.”
He smiles, pride swelling in his chest. “You’re not done yet.”
I don’t want to argue with him, but three orgasms in one night is unheard of. I’ve never had three orgasms in a week, let alone one night. “Oh,” is all I manage to say, and Boone lifts a brow.
“Don’t believe me?”
I laugh lightly as he positions himself between my legs, hovering over me. “Well, it’s highly unlikely. Listen, two orgasms while going down on me is a huge feat. You should be proud.”
He chuckles lightly. “Aubree, when I’m done with you tonight you’ll be begging me to take it easy. Because it’s now my mission to make you come as many times as possible tonight. And you know my mission success rate?”
“No.”
He whispers, “It’s a hundred percent. I never fail,” and the confidence in his voice sets my heart racing. Then he leans in again, capturing my mouth in a slow, intoxicating kiss that seems to suspend time. The heat of his lips against mine sends a tremor through my entire body, and with each gentle sweep of his tongue, he makes every other kiss I’ve ever experienced vanish from memory. In this moment, I feel desired, cherished—like I’m the only person in the world he wants to touch.
His hands roam over my body, like he’s memorizing every curve. His hand grips his dick between us, and I glance down. The engorged tip pushes at my entrance. “Are you on the pill?” he rushes out.
“I, umm…yes. I’m on the pill.”
He appears relieved and pushes the head of his cock inside me. Inch by glorious inch. He’s so big, a part of me wonders if it’ll even fit, or if we’ll be working this thing inside me all night long. “You’re just a tight thing, aren’t you?”
I blink up at him as he watches the spot where our two bodies are joined.
“So fucking tight.” He punches his hips forward once more, causing his dick to push further into me.
“Ah, Boone.” I grip onto his back, my nails digging in slightly to his heated skin. The feel of his muscles working beneath his skin is a major turn on. His body is made by the Gods. Each muscle etched in stone.
It’s like a masterpiece, and I can’t stop marveling at him.
He smooths a hand over my hair, his mouth close to my ear. “Your pussy was made for my dick, do you know that? It’s a perfect fit.” He pushes all the way inside me, and my body acclimates to him quickly.
It’s like what he’s saying is true. Like our bodies were made for one another. He gazes at me as both of us stop moving. Our breaths mingle together as his eyes meet mine.
“You’re gorgeous, Bree. Seriously, I can’t stop staring at you.”