Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26731 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Oh, I’m not the only one,” he teases, his voice low, his mouth curving into a grin against my neck. I do as I’m told, slipping off the bench and dropping to the floor. He works the zipper of his pants down and before he can do anything else, I trail my tongue up his thick length, pausing to swirl at the tip. He groans, pushing his hands into my hair. The noises he makes when we’re together send me reeling, urging me to swallow him deeper, feel him in the back of my throat until I’m soaked and desperate to feel him deep inside of me.
He must want the same, because a minute later he’s pulling me back up from the floor and covering me in a heated kiss. He plants my ass on his workbench again, and I tug him closer, wrapping my legs around him, pulling him in until there’s no space left between us, until I can feel every inch of him, hard and unyielding against me. I lose myself in him, in the way he feels, the way he tastes, in the soft growl of his voice as he murmurs my name.
The world outside fades, leaving just the two of us in this dim, warm cocoon of his workshop, surrounded by the scent of wood and oil and something undeniably him. It’s everything I’ve wanted, everything I’ve been waiting for, and as we move together, as he kisses me deeper, I feel something shift, something settle. Like coming home.
"You're too good to me, Cole," I say, my voice trembling with my impending release as our eyes meet.
"That couldn't be further from the truth, baby.” He kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth as he expresses his love and desire for me.
"You deserve the world, Ivy, and I'm determined to give it to you," he declares.
“I think you mean Kandi Kane,” I quip.
He chuckles, then swats at my swollen pussy with his palm.
"I think Santa’s little helper needs my dick," he growls, his hand moving up to my neck as we lock eyes.
"Is that what you think I need?" I tease.
"I know exactly what you need. Your soaked and trembling for me, sweetheart," he rumbles against my neck before pulling my shirt over my head. His hands yank my jeans down my legs swiftly before he murmurs against my neck, "I can feel how wet you are right now."
He slides into me then, our bodies moving together in perfect harmony as our tongues dance and moans fill the workshop.
"The cold steel feels so good against my skin," I pant between kisses, feeling my nipples harden at the sensation. "But your touch makes me feel so hot everywhere else."
I start moving with my own rhythm now, overwhelmed by a mix of emotions—tenderness, desperation, lust, and pleasure. Cole is everything I never knew I needed and it's hard to believe I ever lived without him.
"Cole..." I moan, feeling the first waves of pleasure coursing through my body. "I thought about you every single day." My lips trail down his neck as our bodies move in perfect sync. "Some moments, I was so desperate and turned on I wasn't sure how I survived without you."
"You're the strongest woman I know.” His hot breath against my skin sends shivers down my spine as his mouth travels down my body, teasing and tasting until I'm writhing beneath him. "You don't have to be strong anymore, baby. Just let go," he whispers against my heated skin as his fingers trace a path down my hips, finally resting just above my soaked entrance. "Give me all of you."
His words and actions send me over the edge and I can no longer hold back as tiny tremors run through my body accompanied by soft pants.
“This pretty pussy responds to me without even being touched.” He growls possessively, and I can feel my arousal coating my thighs in a slick sheen. Just seeing him so hard for me makes me wet.
“Making you feel good is all I care about now. Taking care of your pleasure…” He drops ot his knees, his tongue swirling around my clit, causing me to arch off the counter and almost lose control. “Taking care of your delicious curvy body…” His hand presses into the soft skin of my stomach, his rough hands contrasting with my smooth flesh in a way that feels so right. “Taking care of your heart.”
I moan as he continues to work his fingers inside of me, pushing and prodding at my favorite spot until I explode in a wave of pleasure, covering his beard in my juices.
“I've spent too much time living without you.” He kisses his way up my body, leaving a trail of my arousal along the way. “I don't need any more time to tell me that we need to start our forever together as soon as possible. Hell, I’d take you to the courthouse right now and make them marry us if I could.”