Total pages in book: 167
Estimated words: 164838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 824(@200wpm)___ 659(@250wpm)___ 549(@300wpm)
His left hand went to his mask, his eyes flashing black. “You asked me to make you come and I never leave a job half done. You can trust me. I will never hurt you. And you can leave at any time. But…” His voice turned husky with gravel. “While I have you like this, while I can smell your need, and see your desire, I’m going to keep going. I’m not going to stop, and I’m going to enjoy every moment of licking you.”
Holding my stare, he inserted two fingers back inside me.
My mouth fell open.
My arms trembled holding the covers up.
“However…in order for me to use my tongue, I have to lower my mask which means you have to drop the blankets. If I feel you lift them. If you try to look at me. If you attempt to stop me because you’re feeling guilty that you’re not returning the favour or that I’m not extremely, desperately willing to do this for you, then I’m leaving and not coming back.”
Cold water doused me.
I tried to close my legs, but he pressed my thigh with his free hand and kept me wide.
“Do we have a deal or not?” He dropped his blazing stare to where his fingers vanished inside me. “Because my mouth is watering, and I either need to taste you or run as far away from you as possible.” He groaned and squeezed his eyes closed. “And I just realised everything I said might terrify you, so if I’ve scared you and you want this to end, just give me the word and I’m gone, Lori. You don’t ever have to see me again. We never have to discuss this or—”
“I trust you.” I dropped the blanket.
I did my best not to worry about him being able to breathe under there or how he’d overheat or how a strange man was closer to my core than any other man had been. Milton had never gone down on me, and my other two boyfriends had never asked.
I couldn’t stop shaking with a mixture of terror and torment.
My cheeks burned with fire. I’d never been so embarrassed or so turned on.
And when he shifted and his head lowered beneath the covers, I squeaked in shock, then screamed in ecstasy as his tongue licked hard and long up my seam.
He didn’t build me slowly like before.
He didn’t give me time to get used to the slippery sensation or give any space for my thoughts to ruin this.
I had no thoughts.
I was empty.
His fingers thrust inside me as his tongue licked again, driving from my centre to my clit.
I didn’t stand a chance.
I whimpered and squirmed and begged for him to stop or lick harder.
He nuzzled me.
Devoured me.
And then, he bit me.
I shattered.
A guttural groan escaped as I threw my head back and surfed waves of rapture. The clenches came in frenzied crashes of ravishment, over and over and over again.
All those months of being denied. All those years of never finding true pleasure.
It demolished me into fragments, breaking me apart in all directions like a starburst.
I was blind and deaf and free. So deliciously free.
The bed rocked as X removed his fingers and licked me.
I shivered with oversensitivity. It almost hurt with how hyper aware I was, but I didn’t stop him. I let him taste me, tongue me. I let him do whatever he wanted because he’d given me something I didn’t think I’d have the courage to claim, and somehow, by giving me back myself, he’d claimed me for his own.
I moaned as his lick went deeper, penetrating me in ways that felt so much more intimate than fingers. I clenched around him. His guttural groan from beneath the covers almost, almost, made me come again.
I’d never had two in a row.
And a selfish part wanted him to try.
But I also couldn’t bring myself to ask, so I lay there and let myself be devoured and—
He tore himself off me.
Breathing hard, he rearranged his mask and popped up from beneath the blankets. Without a word, he pushed my drunken shoulder and rolled me onto my side. I had no strength left and went where he wanted but my voice cracked with worry. “W-Why did you stop?”
With a powerful, possessive arm, he scooped me around the middle and drew me against him. His hard cock throbbed as he rocked into me, his breath coming in heavy, shuddering gusts. “I stopped because if I didn’t, I’m either going to come all over your sheets or take you up on the offer to fuck you.”
A lightning bolt of need arched through me. “You can…” I whispered. “I’d like you to.”
“Fucking hell.” Burrowing his masked face into the crook of my neck, he exhaled hard. “You have no idea how much willpower it’s costing me not to plunge inside you right now.” He arched his hips against my ass, grinding his throbbing length against me. “I’m seconds away from coming, Lori. A single touch and—”