Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 67831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67831 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 339(@200wpm)___ 271(@250wpm)___ 226(@300wpm)
“So fucking sweet,” he says, groaning against me, the vibration enough to make my hips twitch closer to his mouth. He responds by sucking my clit with slow, insistent pulls that drive me wild. Soon, all I can do is grab handfuls of the sheets and hold on tight as I spiral closer to the edge.
Finally, he pushes two fingers inside me, and I’m gone, coming with a primal cry unlike any sound I’ve ever made in the bedroom. But I’ve never experienced anything like the way Leo makes me feel, so wild and raw, but still so safe. As I dig my heels into the mattress, pressing shamelessly closer to his mouth as more sex goddess sounds rip from my throat, I have no doubt that he’s got me.
Boy, does he have me…
And I intend to have him. Right now.
“Now, please now,” I beg, clawing at the close of his pants as he rises over me, kissing me with the salty taste of my pleasure still on his lips.
“Condom,” he says, reaching for the drawer on his bedside table.
“Hurry. Fast.” I shove his pants and boxers down below his ass, freeing his cock. I take the hot length in my hand, stroking up and down every hard, glorious inch with an anticipation so powerful it feels like I might lose my mind if he isn’t inside me in the next ten seconds.
I’m so attuned to the about-to-shatter feeling that for a moment, I think the crashing sound is coming from inside me. That maybe my bones have all simultaneously splintered at once, unable to survive this ravenous hunger.
But then Leo flinches and pulls away, cursing as he glances toward the closed bedroom door.
Even worse, he pauses with the condom hovering over the head of his cock, making no move to roll it down.
“Let me,” I say, reaching for the bottom of the rubber.
“The cat,” he says, his jaw clenching as he watches me sheath him with trembling hands. “Sounds like he broke something.”
“I’m going to break something if you don’t fuck me,” I say, summoning a groan from low in his throat that assures me he likes dirty talk as much as I do.
“You’re right. Fuck the cat,” he says, kissing me hard as he surges over me.
“Yes, please. That. Now.” I wrap my legs around his hips, gasping as he fits his thickness to where my body weeps with need for him. And then, he’s shoving forward, taking me with a barely restrained urgency that echoes through my every cell.
Because I need him just as much, so much that I find myself digging my nails into his muscled ass, urging him to take me harder, deeper. I’m usually a slow and sensual girl, a romantic in the bedroom…or so I thought.
Turns out, I’m also a shameless sex beastie, capable of coming like a 747 roaring down the runway as I dig my claws into my lover’s skin, holding him captive when he tries to pull away before he loses control.
“Fuck, Caroline,” he says, cursing as he comes, his cock jerking deep inside me. “I usually pull out, even with a condom. Just in case.”
I respond by biting his shoulder as my second orgasm of the night rips through me with such force that I’m pretty sure I disrupt the space-time continuum.
When I’m finally capable of rational thought again, I’m on top of Leo, catching my breath on his chest with no memory of how I got there.
I lift my head, casting a sheepish look his way as I whisper, “So, that was…a thing… A thing that we did.”
He grins, looking unphased by my feral side. “It sure was.” His palm glides over the small of my back to cup my ass. “And a thing we should do again as soon as possible.” His tongue slips out to wet his lips as he shakes his head. “You’re incredible.”
“No, you’re incredible,” I say. “It’s never been like that before. I’ve never been like that. So…crazy.”
“You weren’t crazy. You were sexy.”
“Even when I scratched you like a wildcat?”
“Especially then.” He sighs, his smile fading as he adds, “But speaking of wildcats, I should go see what Satan broke. As annoying as that little fucker is, I don’t want him cutting his paws in the mess.”
“You’re a sweet cat dad.” I roll to one side, letting him up as I brush my hair from my still-flushed face.
“I am not,” he says, stepping into his boxer briefs. “I’m a primal sex god who intends to have my way with you again as soon as I put that turd in his carrier.”
I grin and shoot him two enthusiastic thumbs up, making his eyes dance as he lunges forward, pressing one final kiss to my lips. “Stay right there,” he whispers. “Naked and gorgeous and thinking frisky thoughts about me.”