Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 141281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 706(@200wpm)___ 565(@250wpm)___ 471(@300wpm)
Sweet Jesus.
It’s like I’m in heat.
All I can think about is that black dragon snaking its way across his chest, swaying while he thrusts, the trident slashing across his muscular canvas like Zeus’ own lightning.
“Working on it, princess. I’m doing you a courtesy, trying not to shred this fancy dress that’s had my cock throbbing all night.”
Who cares? my eyes say.
My sigh becomes breathless.
I swing my legs around him, pushing them down his firm ass, begging to feel him break me to pieces.
“Oh, just take it off. Marnie helped me find this one and she’ll help me again,” I say, beyond impatient.
“You sure, Delia?” He stops and grins, waiting for me to nod. “Fine. Suit yourself.”
Powerful hands reach behind me, his fingers so restless.
My jaw drops as I feel him pull, hear the shearing riiiiiip!
The man doesn’t make false promises.
He completely tears my dress off and flings it on the floor, moving his hands to my bra and panties next.
They’re gone in half a heartbeat.
I’m trying to work on him too, but my fingers keep trembling.
I’m just too horny to be coordinated right now.
But he moves his thick hands over mine, helping me open him up.
The princely military suit slowly reveals the bad boy underneath.
Marching inks and razor-sharp symbols like wire and runes fill my eyes, branded on every rock-hard inch of him.
Gentleman by day.
Beautiful bastard after dark.
The sweet contrast makes my pussy tingle.
With a sigh caught in my throat, I untuck the shirt underneath his jacket and drag it up with my fingers.
“How much does this shit cost? Six figures?” he asks, nodding at the neat shelves of bottles as he glances around. “Shame. All this fancy wine here, but everything I want to taste is already laid out in front of me.”
Without another word, he drops down, grabs my ass, and pulls me to his mouth.
My legs swing over his shoulders. Muscles I never knew I had clench the instant his hot tongue slides through my folds, picking up where his fingers left off, rising to my clit with sweeping licks.
“Oh. Oh, Chris!” I squeal, hoping the thick glass door sealing us off from the rest of the house contains the sound.
I’m forever in awe of how fast he unravels me.
My muscles limber up, then tighten as the pleasure mounts, bound and paralyzed by his tongue smacking my clit.
His green eyes stab through me the entire time.
Growling, he pulls me tighter, halfway off the counter. Holding me up, he makes me ride his face, a new wave of fire in every lash of his tongue.
By now, I should be used to his magic.
But every flick of his mouth still feels like a brand-new rush.
Exhilarating.
He licks me deeper, building to a crescendo, playing the tension in my body like a master conductor guiding a choir.
And this master makes every electric bit of me sing.
My hips writhe on his face as his growls deepen, vibrating through me, holding me down.
This is what I am in his hands.
His willing prisoner.
His shameless prize.
His, entirely.
That wave comes higher with every lick, crests, unleashes the flood of ecstasy in my depths, and swallows me whole.
Coming!
I come so hard I almost black out, digging my nails into his hair, urging him on until I wonder how he doesn’t need air.
God.
That just makes him lick more aggressively, his tongue brushing my clit while it’s captured between his teeth, carrying me through the brilliant, howling storm of my own body.
Holy hell.
I couldn’t say when it ends to save my life.
I just know that when my eyes open again, he’s naked and on top of me, flicking his cock impatiently against my wetness.
“Finally. I thought you’d checked out on me for the night, babe,” he says roughly.
He doesn’t hesitate to push in, filling me to the hilt.
His lips curl back as he sinks in, and he doesn’t stop until his balls are wedged against my ass.
He only needs one stroke to take me over.
To stretch me so sweetly, to remind me of his size, to tell me I’ll take every inch of him like the good girl I am.
Perfection.
We’re perfect twined together, molded together in the fullest carnal sense.
“Got to make tonight count, babe. I’m leaving soon,” he whispers, stopping to rake his hot lips and stubble over my throat. He sucks the nook below my ear so hard I know he’ll leave a bruise, and I don’t care.
Ouch. He picks now of all times to bring it up?
“There’s a mission?” I whisper.
“That’s up to the bosses, but yeah, something’s brewing. Don’t give me that worried look, Delia. Do I need to drive that shit out of your eyes?” He runs his hand slowly through my hair, tugging my locks in his fist. He pulls harder just as he rears back, driving his cock to my depths. “Fuck me. Fuck me like you’ll take this dick when I come home. Show me how you’ll miss me, woman.”