Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 54383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 181(@300wpm)
“You’re so fucking wet for me…” He tears his mouth away from mine, sweeping soft kisses up and down my neck.
Pushing down my bikini top with his other hand, he swirls his tongue against my breasts and my breathing slows.
I cry out in pleasure as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, establishing a slow, additive rhythm between sucking and gently biting.
Just as I’m getting used to the perfect ways of his mouth, he slides two fingers inside me.
“Ahhh, Easton…” I arch my back against the seat as his fingers slide deeper, filling me and making me feel so damn good.
I shut my eyes as he continues to prove that he knows exactly what he’s doing, exactly how to make my body bend to his will and push me to places I never knew existed.
“Easton….”
“Yes, Scarlett?” He darts his tongue against my nipple again.
"Please."
“Please what?” He whispers. “You want me to stop?”
“Never.”
“Then I think we should take this to your room…”
10
ME
Easton has one hand on the steering wheel, and the other caressing my thigh when we pull into my neighborhood.
The rain is still falling over the town in sheets, while lightning streaks across the sky.
“Are we going through the front or through your window?” he asks.
“Let me see.” I pull out my phone and log into the security system. My parents’ cars are gone, and I know Tully won’t be back for a while.
Disabling the cameras, I tap the screen a few times.
“We can go through the front,” I say, and he pulls his car under a sycamore tree at the corner.
He grabs an umbrella and walks over to my side. Then, as if that thing is a match for this storm, he pulls me under it and we rush toward my house together.
Our wet clothes drip onto the veranda’s wood as I unlock the door.
Inside, he follows me up the stairs and into my room.
Shutting the door, he pulls me into his arms and his mouth meets mine again. Heated and wet.
My dress falls to the floor in a heap. His shirt falls over my chair.
He pushes me against the wall, pressing his mouth against my neck before returning to my lips.
“Do you have condoms?” I ask.
His lips curve into a smile. “For what?”
“For…” I blush. “You know.”
He lets out a low laugh, kissing me again. “I don’t need those for what I’m about to do to you.”
“Huh?” My breath catches in my throat as he pulls me down to the floor.
I expect his mouth to return to mine, but he starts trailing kisses down my body from my breast to my stomach.
He doesn't stop there…
He kisses the fabric of my bikini bottom and he stares into my eyes as he unties the strings and tosses the fabric across the room..
I blush as he stares at my naked body like he wants to devour me from head to toe. Before I have a chance to react, he spreads my legs and covers my pussy with his mouth.
“Oh my god…” I grab fistfuls of his hair as his tongue darts against my clit, as his lips pleasure my slit.
Experiencing the two contrasting pleasures is too much to handle.
My back arches off the floor, and he gently pushes me back down.
“Easton, wait…”
He moans a “No,” against me, and the vibration of his deep voice serves me another type of unfamiliar pleasure.
It’s all too much, too fast, so I grip his hair harder and try to push him away.
He doesn’t let me. He places his hands atop my thighs, pinning me down harder as his devouring becomes even more relentless.
“Fuck…” My clit throbs in absolute pleasure and my legs begin to shake uncontrollably. “Easton…”
My body betrays me by giving up its control, and I feel the most intense wave of pleasure imploding inside me.
Easton holds me down as I come, and it feels like I’m seconds away from blacking out.
Still in a cloud of bliss and utter ecstasy, I look at Easton as he watches me catch my breath and calm down.
“You okay?” He smiles.
“Good.” He flips me over and buries his head against my pussy again, devouring me once more.
I moan into the carpet, and he squeezes my ass with a “Shhh,” when I get too loud.
At some point, I hear footsteps clacking down the hall, and I bite my bottom lips so hard that I’m certain I’ve cut it open.
As if he can tell that I’m about to explode again, that I’m getting closer and closer to an even higher state of pleasure, he slows down his tongue’s kisses, and he whispers, “I’ll let you recover this time,” as my body gives into him all over again.
He rubs a hand against my back and plants a kiss on the back of my leg. “You should’ve let me taste you a long time ago, Scarlett…I think I’m addicted now.”