Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 149209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
I dip my tongue deep in her well, drawing from the source of her flavor. Fuck, I want her everywhere—on me, around me, under me. Arousing her is pushing me close to the brink. I need to send her over and end my self-torture.
I’ve got to get inside her.
As I curl my tongue deeper, I circle my thumb around her distended clit in slow circles. She wails in agony, back contorting. Her skin is rosy all over. She struggles to breathe. And she looks so goddamn beautiful in pleasure I can hardly remember why I ever refused to give her any.
“I-I’m…so close.”
Fuck, yeah, she is. I can feel it, taste it, sense it.
I grip her hips, sweep my tongue back over her clit, and lap my way into the rhythm I know will undo her. Seconds later, she digs her nails into my scalp, thrusts frantic hips up at me, and saws air in and out of her lungs before she screams like I’ve devastated her with the kind of pleasure that’s changed her definition of the word. And I’m loving every second of her orgasm, the smooth flow of honey, the undulating roll of her body as she tries to wring every last moment of ecstasy out of her climax and share it with me.
Finally, she falls limply to the bed, breathing deep and fast, legs lax. Beautiful satiation transforms her face.
I drink her expression in as I grab a condom before making my way up her body, kissing one hip bone and dragging my tongue over the soft valley between her breasts. Then I settle on top of her.
“Am I alive?” she asks with a loopy grin.
“You are,” I assure her. “In about two minutes, I’ll happily prove it again.”
She shakes her head. “In two minutes, I’ll still be lying here with my eyes closed, trying to comprehend what just happened.”
I laugh as I peel open the condom and roll it down my aching cock. “Not a chance. Come here, sweetheart.”
When I gather Bethany in my arms, she shifts to her side with me, soft and instantly willing to cuddle. It feels good to have her against me, trusting me enough to hold her close when she’s vulnerable.
Stroking my palm across her skin, I glide down her back, over the cheek of her ass, across her thigh. Needing more of her nearness, I lift her leg over my hip and press kisses across her shoulder, up her neck, take teasing nips of her lobe. Her eyes flare wide with surprise and rekindling arousal.
I send her a knowing smile before I brush her lips with a kiss. “Hi.”
“Hi.”
I press my mouth to hers again, this time nudging her open. As soon as she parts for me, I invade deep, fusing our lips together as I roll her to her back and align my cock with her opening. I probe her, gliding inside her—one slick, tight inch at a time. She wraps her legs around me, gasping as I slowly submerge myself all the way.
Oh, damn… Being buried inside Bethany is almost a sacred experience. A shudder wracks me from head to toe. A groan tears from my chest. My hands tighten on her hips. I want to keep her pinned under me for each thrust as much as I want to feel her in my grip and be assured that she’s mine.
I tear my lips from hers. “Hold on, this is going to be hard and fast.”
“Yes…please.”
That’s all I needed to hear.
Like a man possessed, I grip the far edge of the mattress and use it as leverage to fuck her in deep, rapid-fire strokes. Her lips trailing across my jaw and her arms wrapped around me like she hopes I never let go does something to me. But the way her pussy grips me is magic. With every retreat and surge inside her, I swear she melts my muscles, ignites my skin, and fries my brain.
“Yes!” I use every bit of my strength to pull myself up and into her, even deeper than before. “Fuck…”
“Clint!” Her lips move in a flurry of frenetic need across my shoulder. “I ache again. How?”
Around me she tightens, wails, fingers digging desperately into me. I can’t last much longer. Bethany is destroying my self-control. Being inside her and hearing her climbing cries of passion juices my bloodstream with pure, dizzying euphoria. I can’t stop myself from plowing into her one hard, pounding stroke after another.
“Come for me,” I growl out. “Come…”
It’s my last coherent thought before bliss rolls me. The sensations only grow more intense when Bethany tosses her head back and clamps down on me with a violent, shattering scream. As she comes apart in my arms, I unravel. Blood rushes. My heart pounds. My body grinds, churning closer and closer to a climax that I swear feels cataclysmic and unlike anything I’ve ever termed an orgasm in my life. It’s stripping me down, ripping me up, fucking rooting me to this woman. I should be terrified. Instead, it can’t get here fast enough.