Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 147415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 737(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 491(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 737(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 491(@300wpm)
My eyes have never been so ravenous before.
She’s too perfect.
Long legs, gentle curves, toned yet soft at the same time, all anchored around that pink perfection between her legs underneath a small blonde strip of hair.
She tenses, her muscles defined as she breathes slowly, pushing her tits out like an offering.
I’ve mapped so much of her body and not nearly enough.
I hate that this already feels like so much more than a hookup, even if we’re both throbbing.
Hookups, they scratch an itch.
This feels more like an antidote for my soul.
She’s so much more than one more fuck I won’t think about in a month, a year. I think we both know it, and honestly, it scares me.
Just not enough to stop.
Her spectacular eyes are almost wholly blue, deep and dark and inviting as her chest rises and falls.
“Not fair. You’re still wearing too many clothes.” Her voice is a husky whisper.
Goddamn, she’s going to make me keel over before I can even get inside her.
“Greedy girl,” I say, stalking forward. “Do I have to make you beg again?”
She licks her lips and nods.
I let her touch me, placing my hands over hers, guiding them down my body. As her nails drag down my chest, my abs, stopping at the insistent bulge just below my belt, I lose it.
My fingers are already working at my clothes.
This isn’t a night for idle teasing, not when there’s this much sex-crazed magic in the air.
Pants first. Shirt. Socks. Boxers.
When I’m as naked as she is, I pull her in, drawing her in with one rough push against the small of her back.
My dick hurts, growing hungrier by the second to be inside her.
Her gaze falls and stops on my pulsing cock.
Fuck, I’ll never get tired of seeing her look at me like this.
I could see it every day for the next century, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
“Mouth, woman. Let me feel it.”
I watch her go to work, taking me to heaven one slow kiss down my body at a time.
When she’s on her knees with my cock in her hand, it’s a miracle I don’t blow right there. But I regain control just as she starts making these slow, devilish strokes down my length, pushing her clasped fingers tightly against my balls.
And when the head of my cock disappears behind those heart-shaped lips, I think I’m in pieces.
No longer whole, and that’s okay.
That’s very, very fucking okay when she sucks like a goddess.
Her tongue works me like mad, pure sorcery as she changes rhythm.
Total delirium in every wide-eyed glance as I fist her hair.
“Destiny, fuck,” I snarl, the only coherent words I can manage.
She isn’t bothered as she sucks me harder, faster, her little hand working a cock that’s far too big for her and her young blue eyes staring up insistently.
My breath becomes a groan, and that shame I should feel at losing my shit so early gets hurled aside by pure ecstasy.
“Destiny!” I pull her hair, winning a loud moan against my cock. “Fuck, that mouth, you’re going to make me—”
With evil precision, her tongue goes there.
Right to the spot that must be my hardwired trigger.
Next thing I know, I’m seeing stars as my balls heave fire and I’m trying to hold myself back from shoving my cock all the way down her throat.
Just enough.
Just enough to push her limits.
Just enough to hear her moaning gag as I boil over, releasing in her mouth until I’m spilling out of her.
Fuck!
This is not coming.
This release rips me out of my own body and slams me back into it, and soon I’m fisting my cock, marking her tits with a few last ropes while her hand works between her legs.
She’s still wearing me when she comes.
Damn good thing, too, or else I might be a little jealous at her fingers doing the work.
“That’s it, Dess. Good fucking girl,” I snarl, my eyes drilling into hers.
I cradle her head against my thigh until she stops shuddering, pressing my wrist against her mouth so she has something to bite.
Unlike roughing it with the otters, she can be as loud as she wants here, but I still enjoy watching her try to stifle the music of her orgasm.
Once she’s on her feet, kissing me again, our rhythm slows but the hunger doesn’t.
It’s different now, yes.
Needier at a bone-deep level I can’t describe.
I kiss her more deeply, and she claws at my back, raking her nails down my skin.
I’m sure she’s leaving marks, putting her own unique signature all over me.
Good.
It’s sexy as hell knowing she’s into marking me just as much as I want to engrave myself on her.
Though her eyes are dark with lust, there’s this strange distance in steaming desire.
She kisses me with a little bit too much desperation.
Finally, when I can’t stand it and I haul her across the room to my huge king bed and throw her down, she averts her eyes and looks past me at the ceiling.