Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 104147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 347(@300wpm)
Greer was passionate about what he ate for breakfast, how he dealt with his family. He was also passionate about his dog, which he hated. But the passionate man was nowhere in sight when he made love.
She lowered her lashes, looking away to the daisies surrounding them.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Holly bit her bottom lip to keep from crying.
“Don’t lie to me. I know something is wrong.”
She turned back to look at him. “If you could make love to any woman in the whole world, who would you choose?”
She wanted the answer, no matter how badly it would hurt. She wanted to put a name and face to the woman who kept him from responding to her whole-heartedly, the woman who could break his iron control. The woman who held the heart of the man she loved in her hands.
He stared down at her, perplexed by her question.
She raised herself onto her elbows. “What woman would you choose!” she yelled.
Greer frowned. “What brought this on?”
She started beating on his chest. “What woman would you choose!”
“I have.”
Holly shook her head. “No, I mean from those you could have picked. Is it Diane?”
“I could have picked any woman I wanted,” he stated arrogantly.
She lay back down on the ground, crying. He wasn’t going to answer her truthfully.
Her heart breaking, she realized she couldn’t marry him.
Her right hand went to her engagement ring.
“You don’t believe I could have my pick of any woman in the world?”
She started to slip her ring off.
“Dammit, you’re the most frustrating woman in the world; that’s for damn sure.”
Before she could pull her ring off, she found both her hands slammed to the ground above her head. Then he crashed his mouth down on hers, parting her lips with a thrust of his tongue.
The sensations attacking her were so intense that it took a second to respond. Her tongue dueled with his before he sucked her tongue into his mouth. He tasted wild and free. He tasted like the mountains he liked to roam that were so much a part of him.
The sun shining down on them was no comparison from the heat coming from Greer. Tearing his mouth from hers, he latched on to one of her pink nipples, completely covering the areola. Squeezing her breast, he let the nipple go, then covered it again, sucking harder. Stopping to free her nipple again, he then sucked harder each time. He pushed her breasts together so he could switch to the other one, repeating the sucking maneuver until they throbbed.
“Keep your breasts like that and don’t move,” Greer ordered, waiting until she put her hands in the same position before removing his.
“I could come seeing you do that. Spread your legs.”
Holly widened her legs, waiting to see what Greer was going to do next. When he started sliding his hand up and down his cock, she licked her bottom lip, wishing it was back in her mouth.
“You want me in your mouth?”
She nodded, starting to reach for it, but a sharp hand on the inside of her thigh stopped her.
“Put those hands back on those tits the way I had them.”
She shakily pushed both her breasts together.
“Next time I tell you not to move, don’t move.”
“I won’t.”
Greer got to his feet, standing over her like he owned her. His features became more pronounced, more dangerously attractive. The good ole boy who usually made everyone not take him seriously had been replaced by the man who when he went hunting came back with his prey.
He stalked around her, his hand on his cock, stroking until she could see the pre-come glisten on the head. She moaned, afraid he would come without her.
“When I let you have my dick, I want you to suck it the way I did your tits. Don’t make me repeat how I like it.”
“I won’t.”
He dropped down at the top her head, his hand beside her hips as he leaned over her so she was staring up at his cock. Obediently, she opened her mouth and raised her head so she could take his cock inside, sucking on it hard, then lowering her head and letting it slip free. When she raised her head to take him inside again, she sucked harder, repeating the same thing he had done to her breasts.
“Hold your breasts harder. Concentrate.”
“I’m trying.”
“Try harder.”
Trying to concentrate on sucking his cock while gripping her breasts had her squirming on the ground, the stems of the daisies poking into her bottom.
She felt him lick a path from her belly button, through the curls, to her pussy, running his tongue against the slick flesh that was begging for him. He rubbed his face against it the way she had done his cock.
The carnality of the act had her back arching, losing track of what she was doing.