Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 35974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
“Fuckin’ perfect,” he growled, lowering his head to press his lips against the swell of my breast. I gasped, arching into his touch. “Absolutely fuckin’ perfect.”
Knuckles’s mouth closed over my nipple, and I nearly came off the bed. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak while his hand cupped my other breast, thumb brushing back and forth. My hands fisted in his hair, holding him to me as waves of pleasure radiated through my body.
I’d never felt anything like this… this raw need coursing through me. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alive and screaming for his touch. Even through my yoga pants, I could feel the heat of his erection pressing against my pussy, and I instinctively rocked my hips against him, seeking friction.
He groaned against my breast, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through me. “Keep that up, and this is gonna be over before it starts,” he warned, his voice rough.
“I need…” I trailed off, not even sure what I was asking for.
“I know what you fuckin’ need, woman.” His growl should have scared me. Or at least triggered all the shit I’d put myself through in my quest for… vengeance? Justice? Fuck if I knew anymore. Instead, the desperation in his voice only fueled my need.
Given everything I’d put myself through over the past decade, I didn’t think I could get excited about sex. I’d never really had sex for the pleasure of it. Because I wanted to. There was always a goal, and I’d never relaxed. I became pretty good at faking everything. Or, I thought I had until Knuckles angled his hips to give me the perfect amount of friction on my clit. Given the intensity of the first orgasm that ripped through my body, I had been grossly underperforming. I came so hard I saw spots.
“Fuck me.” The words seemed to explode from Knuckles. He shuddered around me even as I was coming down from a euphoric high. “Sweet Christ, I’ve never seen anything so fuckin’ beautiful as you comin’ your brains out.” He didn’t sound condescending or superior. No. This huge, alpha male sounded in awe of what he was seeing.
As my vision cleared, I met his wide-eyed gaze. The man looked like a kid who’d just discovered Santa Claus was, in fact, real. There was a mixture of awe, lust, and a look of greed so profound I knew my life was about to change forever. And those changes would have a ripple effect. Either way, I knew my hunting days were over. Not necessarily because I knew Knuckles would want that. But because there was no way I could ever allow another man to touch me after knowing what it was like to be in Knuckles’s arms.
With his weight still firmly pinning me to the bed, Knuckles slid his fingers down my body, trailing fire across my skin until they reached the waistband of my pants. He paused, his eyes seeking permission.
“Yes,” I whispered, lifting my hips in invitation.
With agonizing slowness, he peeled the pants over my hips. He gave a frustrated grunt when he had to sit up on his knees to pull my pants and panties down my legs. The cool air against my overheated skin made me shiver, but it was nothing compared to the tremors that ran through me when he settled back between my thighs. I whimpered when my bare pussy brushed his muscled abdomen.
He looked up at me, waiting until my gaze found his. “I told you I was gonna eat your pussy until you screamed my name,” he reminded me, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. “And I always keep my promises.”
I raised up on my elbows, my breaths coming in little pants. If he was really going to eat my pussy like he promised, I wanted with everything in me to watch him do it. Until I couldn’t. Given the orgasm Knuckles had already given me, I doubted I’d be able to recognize my own name before he was done with me.
The first touch of his tongue against my clit had me arching off the bed with a strangled cry. He chuckled, the vibration sending another jolt of pleasure through me, before he gripped my hips firmly and held me in place.
“Easy, baby girl,” he murmured. “We’re just gettin’ started.”
He worked me with devastating skill, alternating between broad strokes of his tongue and focused attention on my clit until I was writhing on the bed, crying, begging him to finish me.
The motherfucker didn’t!
Knuckles shoved away from me with a yell and pushed himself off the bed. I was about to protest -- loudly -- when he unfastened his jeans, shoved them off his lean hips, and stepped out of them. Veins roped his arms from his hands and wrists, up his forearms and biceps. Lean hips and powerful, thick thighs rounded out his perfect body. Between his legs, in a nest of dark hair, his cock stood angry and proud.