Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
"Good," I murmur, my voice dropping an octave. "But I think it’d taste better on you."
Her eyes widen slightly, but there’s no fear, no hesitation—just the spark of something that matches the fire burning in my chest. "Grady…" she starts, but her words trail off when I step even closer, pinning her against the counter.
“I’m not sleeping so well having you in the house,” I say, my hands bracketing her hips. "Wonder why that is?"
Her breath catches, and she bites her bottom lip, her gaze flickering between my eyes and my mouth. "Maybe you’re hungry too–we really worked up an appetite," she whispers, the faintest quiver in her voice.
I take the bowl from her hands, setting it on the counter beside us. My fingers trail up her thighs, grazing the hem of the flannel. "Starving," I admit, my lips brushing against her ear.
Without breaking eye contact, I dip my fingers into the bowl, scooping a bit of batter. Her breath hitches when I smear it across the curve of her collarbone, the rich chocolate stark against her soft, pale skin.
"Grady," she whispers, her voice trembling but not with fear.
"Shh, sweetheart," I murmur, lowering my head to press my lips to the spot I just marked. I take my time, licking the batter from her skin, savoring the way she shivers beneath my touch.
Her hands find my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as I move lower, trailing a path down her chest. I leave smears of batter along her cleavage, her stomach, the inside of her thigh, each stroke of my tongue and lips claiming her inch by inch.
"Grady," she moans, her head falling back against the cabinet. The sound of her voice, soft and needy, is enough to undo me completely.
"You taste better than any brownie ever could," I growl, my hands gripping her hips as I lift her onto the counter. The flannel falls open, revealing every inch of her to the moonlight.
She looks up at me, her eyes glazed with desire, her lips parted in a silent invitation. "You’re not playing fair," she breathes, her voice trembling with a mix of frustration and need.
"Never said I would," I reply, leaning in to capture her mouth in a deep, searing kiss. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, and I let myself get lost in the feel of her, the taste of her, the way she fits perfectly against me.
"I'm not sure if this tastes good because it's chocolate or because it touched your skin." I feel her heart hammering under my palm. I grin, caging her body with mine. "Do I make you nervous, Sarah?"
"Kinda," she whispers.
I grunt with her admission, the shockwaves of her words sending need throbbing in my dick. Every inch of my body is alive with ecstasy as my lips brush against hers. At first, I’m gentle, tracing her jawline with my fingers as our tongues dance together in slow, tantalizing movements.
She moans as I pull her closer, tangling my hand in her hair and pressing harder against her. My aching dick is pressed against her hip, longing to be inside her and feeling her tightness around me.
The thought of having her on her knees, taking me into her mouth and worshipping me with every lick and suck, makes my mouth water. But I resist, wanting to savor every moment with this sweet woman who has captured my heart.
"Sarah, you’re too good for me. I should be punished for the thoughts I've had about you," I say, nipping at her lip with a gravelly voice that sends shivers down her spine. I trace the bottom of her lip with my tongue, "I’d kill any man if I knew he thought about you the way I do."
With that, I fit myself between her thighs and pressing against her hot, wet pussy until she can feel me everywhere. Our bodies ignite like a raging fire, driving us both mad with desire.
I grip her hair forcefully, exposing her delicate neck to my hungry gaze. I trail kisses and nips down her throat before removing my flannel from her shoulders and using the sleeves to tie her wrists behind her back. My hands trail down her sides, tracing the curves of her soft stomach and belly button before dipping to taste her heated skin.
She moans and runs her feet up my legs, urging me on. "So sexy, tied and helpless while I worship your beautiful body," I muse against her belly. I trail between her legs, nuzzling my nose through the neatly trimmed hair above her pussy before dipping my finger into the brownie batter. Swirling it around her clit and flicking my tongue to lap up the sweet mess, she arches and groans in surprise. The cool concoction sends delicious thrills through both of us as I continue to swirl my tongue, suck on her soaked pussy lips, and nip at her skin while she grinds against my face.