Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 26164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Lucie, your breasts are beautiful.”
Her breath left her in a rush as he knelt and threw the covers off them. Her pajama top was already bunched up under her arms, baring her breasts. Her nipples were stiff and aching. He drew the top off completely.
They’d played around a few times already. He liked to give her a bath each night and sometimes he’d join her. But this felt different.
“Atticus?” she whispered.
“Hush, baby, you’re all right. I’m going to take good care of you. Trust me?”
“Always.”
He leaned over her, kissing her until she was breathless. Then he kissed his way down her neck towards her breasts. He tortured them, moving his mouth from one nipple to the other until she was squirming beneath him, needing more.
“Please! Please!”
“Please what?” he asked.
“Please, more. I can’t . . . I need more.”
He rolled onto his side and placed his huge hand on her stomach. He was so big in comparison to her. And she knew he was big all over. The first time she’d seen that monster cock, she’d almost had a freaking panic attack.
But it would fit. It had to fit. Because there was no other option.
“What do you need?” he asked her in a low voice, moving his fingers under the band of her pajama bottoms so the tips reached the top of her slit.
She drove her hips up, trying to get his fingers to touch her clit.
“Stay still and tell me what you need,” he commanded.
“I can’t . . . I need you . . . please.”
“What do you need?”
She raised her hips up again.
“Bad girl. Part your legs.”
Yes. Thank God. She slid her legs apart. To her shock, he slapped her pussy.
“Hey! What was that?”
“That was your punishment for not listening to me. Keep still and tell me what you need.”
Heavy pants had her breasts rising and falling. Crap.
“I need you to touch my clit,” she managed to get out.
“And?”
“And I need you to fuck me.”
“Good girl, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now, get naked, then spread your legs nice and wide. I want to see my pussy.”
Oh, Lord. Did he really just say that?
Yep. Seemed he had.
Climbing off the bed, he stripped off his pajama bottoms, revealing his firm, muscular body. And that thick, long cock standing up proudly.
She licked her lips. Then she quickly did as ordered. She knew her cheeks were growing red, but she really needed him to touch her.
“Reach down and part your lips.”
Oh Lord.
With a trembling hand, she parted her lower lips.
“Good girl.” He moved around the end of the bed, then grasped hold of her hips, pulling her down the bed. Kneeling on the floor, he leaned in and ran his tongue along her slit.
She screamed, half sitting up.
Holy. Heck.
That was amazing.
He was insanely good with his tongue. He flicked at her clit before moving his tongue lower to toy with her entrance. Grabbing her legs, he pushed them up high as he drove his tongue inside her.
It was like nothing she’d ever felt before. She felt herself rising towards her peak. Getting closer and closer.
He withdrew his tongue to suck on her clit.
Close . . . so close.
Then he pulled back. His mouth was covered in her dew, and she watched with a groan as he licked his lips.
Darn. That was so hot.
“I was nearly there,” she complained.
“I know. But I don’t want you to come yet. Sit up.”
She sat, her breath coming in sharp pants as she watched him run his hand up and down his shaft. Then he grasped hold of the base of his dick. “Take the head into your mouth.”
Oh yes. She had been dying to do this.
Leaning in, she circled the head with her tongue, then took him as deep as she could. She murmured in pleasure as he groaned. Bobbing her head, she sucked, she licked, and she enjoyed every minute until he drew back.
“Enough,” he told her sharply. “You’re too fucking good at that and I want to come in that tight pussy. Move up the bed and lie on your back.”
Filled with confidence, scooched up towards the other end of the bed then lay down. Atticus grabbed a condom from the bedside drawers, rolling it on before he knelt between her legs. Leaning down, he ran his teeth lightly over her nipple before sucking on it. And then the head of his dick was at her entrance and he was pushing inside her.
Stretching her.
Taking her.
Claiming her.
He pushed inside her steadily until he was seated deep. She stared up into his eyes, wrapping her legs and arms around him.
“Fuck me, Atticus.”
“Damn, baby girl. Thought you’d never ask.”
He drove back and slammed forward. He went fast, then slow. Deep thrusts followed by shallow, quick ones.
Soon, she’d forgotten how to talk, how to breathe. Hell, she’d forgotten her own name. And when he reached down and tapped at her clit, she screamed as she fell over the edge, her pussy clenching down around him and driving him to lose control. His own yell filled the room as he came, his head thrown back.