Total pages in book: 244
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 236705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1184(@200wpm)___ 947(@250wpm)___ 789(@300wpm)
Owen looks drunk on sex, intoxicated on us.
I know the look, because I feel it. I feel the same damn way.
“Yes . . . gimme you,” he says, a little demanding, and I like that he can be bossy now and then. “I want a taste.”
Owen’s tongue flicks across his lips as he stares shamelessly at me while I reach for my dick, stroke my aching length, and let out a harsh breath.
I slide my fist down to the head, then brush off a drop. “Just for you,” I tell him, leaning closer to his lush lips, offering my thumb.
With a low, dirty moan, he sucks my arousal from me, and the sight is so fucking alluring that my cock twitches hard against his stomach.
“So sexy,” I tell him as I slide down his body, skimming my hands over the planes and ridges, the muscles and skin, savoring every inch of him—including all those beautiful inches between his legs.
I stroke his cock, drawing out several long, guttural moans from Owen. “Do you like to switch it up?” I ask, but don’t give him a chance to reply. “I do. I’m seriously greedy in bed, and I want it all. You need to know that about me.”
He nods several times. “I do. I want it all too.”
I give a long, lingering pump of his cock. “Do you want to fuck me sometime, Owen?”
“Yesssss. So much,” he says, lips parted, head thrown back. Then he pushes up on his elbows. “But right now, I want you inside me. Just get me ready.”
Curling a hand around the back of his head, I haul him close for a hot, wet kiss, then reach for the lube packet from the nightstand.
Owen lies back down. Kneeling between his legs, I spread his thighs apart and rip open the packet. Then, I get to work on all the good stuff.
Lubing up two fingers, I press them against his ass. Owen pushes down on me, hunting me, seeking me out.
Such a hungry lover. Such a greedy man.
“I want to please you. Drive you crazy. Tell me what feels good to you,” I say as I tease the rim.
“You touching me. I swear, River. It’s fucking spectacular. I want you so much. Want you everywhere,” he says, sounding lost in a cloud of lust, and hell, I’m joining him there.
And on that note of desire, I slide one finger into him.
His breath hitches, and his hands fly to his hair. “Oh fuck, yes.”
Owen’s reaction sends adrenaline whipping through me. His eyes float closed, and he just basks in the moment as I push a little deeper, open him a little more.
“You’re so responsive,” I say, praising him.
“You’re so good at touching me,” he murmurs.
I add another finger, savoring every second of this. His ass seeks me out, bumping down on my fingers, then I crook them both and he shouts yes.
Owen pushes up, eyes glossy with wild lust. “You want me to tell you what I want?”
“Yes.”
He growls, giving me an order. “You. Now. In me.”
Well, that’s clear.
And insanely hot.
I ease out my fingers, grab the condom, and open it then roll the protection down my shaft.
Owen’s tongue slides along his teeth. “I’m so turned on, River. You get me so fucking turned on,” he groans, gripping his cock, stroking it as I suit up.
My dick is practically demanding to get inside him right now, but I take another few seconds to coat the condom in lube, then I kneel between his legs before I stop.
I lock eyes with Owen. “I told you I was going to put you on all fours,” I say, but I shake my head. “Except, will you forgive me if I fuck you like this instead?”
The color of his smile is a hazy shade of desire. “You’re forgiven. Just get in me.”
“Good. I need to look at you the first time we fuck,” I say, sweeping my gaze past his eyes to his mouth, to his neck, indulging in the gorgeous man beneath me. “I need to look at your face when you come. Want you to see mine too, when you send me over the edge,” I say, grabbing the back of his thigh, lifting his leg up in the air.
He grabs his other thigh, opens himself, and I sigh in appreciation as I rub the head of my cock against him. Slowly, I work the crown into him.
Owen draws a deep breath, and I can tell he’s letting it spread through his body, letting his muscles relax everywhere.
And easing the way for me to sink into my man.
We groan in tandem.
We curse together.
We gasp at the same damn time.
A dirty smile curves his lips as he breathes out hard, right as I bottom out in him. “You feel so good,” he says, pushing up on his elbows.