Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 553(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)
His eyes followed me as if he was mesmerized. If only he would stay that way. Truly mean what he was saying.
“Okay,” he finally agreed and eased down onto his back slowly.
I crawled over between his legs and smiled at him.
“What is it you wa—uh—oh fuuuck.” He groaned as my mouth slid down over his tip, and I let it go as far back as it could, which wasn’t that far. His hands fisted in my hair. “Fucking hell, Ringlets, that sweet mouth feels amazing.”
I wasn’t sucking him nearly as deep as the other woman had been, and I hated to think that his imagination of me was better than reality. Swallowing, I focused on relaxing my throat and letting it open so I could slide him farther in.
“Shit,” he hissed as his hands tightened on my hair. “That’s it…take more of it.”
My eyes watered as I forced another inch down. Knowing that was about as deep as I could go, I began to suck and move my lips up and down. His hips bucked.
“God, baby,” he panted. “Seeing your head down there is going to make me come. Let me see your eyes.”
Keeping him deep, I lifted them to look up at him.
“My beautiful girl with my cock down her throat. You gonna swallow it?”
I nodded, running my tongue along the shaft as I worked my way up, then down, pushing to try and go deeper.
“Fuuuck.” His hands pulled at my hair.
I watched as his mouth opened and his eyes glazed over.
“I’m—GAH!”
His body jerked as his salty, thick release began to pump into my mouth. I swallowed quickly, wanting to take it all.
“Holy fuck.” The tight grip he had on my hair eased. “Come here.”
I let him pop free of my mouth and looked up at him.
He cupped my face. “Here. Now.”
Smiling, I sat back on my knees and climbed back over his leg to move up beside him, not wanting to touch his wrapped ribs. He pulled me to him anyway and buried his face in my hair.
“That was by far the best blow job of my life.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes. “No, it wasn’t. I couldn’t take all if it.”
He slipped a finger under my chin and tilted my head back so I had no choice but to look at him.
“Having your eyes looking up at me, seeing your mouth wrapped around my dick, and burying my fingers in your hair, not having to close my eyes and just imagine it…yeah, Ringlets. You could have just sucked the head, and it would have been the best.”
His eyes said things that my heart was too afraid to believe. But, God, how I wanted it. I wanted him.
Being Linc Shephard’s, loving him, having his heart—it was all I’d ever wanted.
Fifty-One
Branwen
The summer heat beat down fiercely, and I was thankful for the little shade I had. I glanced out at Stevie as she splashed in the water, and I was tempted to join her. Getting wet would cool me down. If I took off my cover-up, she might see the hickey on the top of my right boob and the small outline of where Linc had spanked my bottom so hard that he’d left a handprint. My bikini bottoms didn’t cover it well.
I loved having him leave marks on me, but hiding them from our curious four-year-old was difficult.
For the past two weeks, I’d lived in my own fairy tale. Well, almost. It was as close as I was likely to ever get, but thinking about that would take away my current bliss. Linc was in my bed at nights, and I woke up in his arms every morning. He kissed me whenever we had a moment with no eyes on us during the day. He had taken Stevie and me to the movies. We’d gone back to the zoo, with him this time, and gone on picnics. It felt like a real family.
Today, he’d had to go handle family stuff early and said he wouldn’t be back until late. I’d wanted to sulk at the idea of him being gone, but that wasn’t fair. He couldn’t always be by our side.
Giving in to the temptation of the cold water, I stood up and slid my cover-up off. I’d keep my bottom turned away from Stevie’s view. She’d be so busy; she wouldn’t be paying attention anyway. I bent over to grab the towel on the other side of the lounger bed when I heard footsteps and stood back up to turn around.
Linc was closing the distance with long strides as he came toward me.
He was back early, and happiness rippled through me. When he reached me, he grabbed the towel I was holding and wrapped it around my body.
“Fuck, I’m gonna be hard now that I saw my handprint on your ass,” he said in a hushed whisper as he looked down at me.