Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 136247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 681(@200wpm)___ 545(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136247 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 681(@200wpm)___ 545(@250wpm)___ 454(@300wpm)
It doesn’t take long before those moans become breathless hitches.
And she’s shouting my name, her fingers pressed against my head, digging at my scalp, but I’ll be damned if I’ll stop for anything.
“Quinn, Quinn, you’re about to make me—”
Yeah, darlin’.
I know.
There’s my cue to push my face in even harder, lick back up to her clit, and pull that nub between my teeth while it gets one good tongue lash after another.
Just when her legs are starting to shake, I do it.
Carefully, I hoist her up, throw her legs over my shoulders, and carry her across the room. She’s held up and perched on me while I hold her midair, pinning her sweet ass to the wall, securing her so my face can go to town.
I love how she thought I was out of tricks, and I was just gonna finish her in bed.
The surprise turns into a delight as she goes back to the brink in no time, shuddering, grinding her soaked cunt against my face.
And when her body goes rigid, legs vibrating on my shoulders, feet kicking my back, pure electricity shooting through her with every feral tongue stroke, I get what I want.
I drink my fill of Tory Three Names long and deep.
I get fucking drunk on her scent, her cream, her shrill whimpers.
Her everything.
I make her pleasure last till her body goes limp, her back flat against the wall, and she’s gasping for air. Her nails dig into my scalp, trying to hold her balance.
That’s when I look up and catch a scene stolen from heaven—the brightest blue eyes I’ve ever seen peeking out behind a tangle of auburn hair splashed over her face.
Holy shit.
She’s a hot mess, no thanks to yours truly.
More importantly, she’s my hot mess, and fuck, do I love it.
When she’s finally breathing again, I help get her feet back on the ground, then fold her in a tight embrace so we can kiss.
“How? How do you do this to me?” she asks, pushing her little hand into mine, pulling me playfully back toward the bed.
“Because I know what you need, Peach.” Unbuttoning my jeans, I know what I need, too, and it ain’t gonna wait any longer. I kick off my jeans and boxers, then pull off my shirt as I climb into bed with her, finding my place between her legs.
“I’m that predictable? Sad.” She gives me a mock-pout, pursing her lips.
“Hardly,” I tell her, brushing my lips over hers. “If finding new ways to make the hottest woman I’ve ever had in my bed come like a rocket means predictable, sign me the hell up. Just because I know you’ll blow like the prettiest firecracker ever made every time doesn’t make it any less enjoyable, woman.”
For a second, she laughs, new redness painting her cheeks.
Sooner or later, she’s gonna get used to flattery, too, but I can’t blame her eyes as they drift to the angry spike jutting out below my waist.
“Good Lord, Quinn.” She’s staring at my hard-on. “You’re so big.”
My ego grows three times bigger, even as I fight the urge to laugh at her comment and her pink cheeks.
She must’ve seen it up close at least a dozen times by now, and she still acts like I just descended out of the sky with a dick sculpted by Zeus.
Hey, I’ll be the first to admit, there are worse things a woman can say about a dude’s equipment. And as long as this tool gets to go happily to work soon...
My mouth closes over hers again. I kiss down her throat, finding her nipples, making sure she’s good and ready to take every inch of me.
“If you want to go slow tonight, just say so,” I whisper, stopping my tongue-work when she moans.
She arches her hips with another pout on her face. This time, not so playful.
“Not too slow. I want you now.”
Shit, she’s good.
The girl doesn’t even need to be a born dirty talker to make my balls ache like they’re on fire. The heat in her voice and those steaming witchfire-blue eyes turn me rabid.
Sitting back, I wrap a fist around my throbbing base and guide my tip into her.
The first touch of her hot, wet pussy feels divine. Like having my entire length sucked off by an angel the deeper I go.
“So fucking tight...you’re killing me,” I growl when I’m in as deep as I can go, pinning her fully under me, touching my forehead to hers.
Between her slick heat and the moan I pull out of her, I know this won’t last as long as I want it to.
My full glide inside her is as close to perfection as I’ve ever known.
For a few seconds, I just savor her, closing my eyes.
The way she clenches around me is just that fucking good.
I hold still, giving her time to get used to me, feel me filling her completely.