Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
My hand raised, sliding into his hair at the back of his head as he sucked, licked, and grazed until the heat inside me threatened to consume me completely.
“Miko, please,” I whimpered as he moved across my chest, continuing to tease, to torment me with more need.
“Love the sound of you begging,” he murmured as his lips moved between my breasts then moved upward, whispering across my collarbone, the column of my neck, and the shell of my ear. “Almost as much as I love the sound of you calling my name when you come.”
There was no stopping the pathetic little whimper that escaped me as my hips rocked down on him, desperate for the friction.
“Then make me come,” I demanded, bold with my desire.
That rumble moved through him again, more of a growl this time, as he grabbed and rolled me onto my back.
Moving to his knees, he reached for my legs, pulling them up to press my feet to his chest. Reaching around, he grabbed the waistbands of my pants and panties and started to pull them down.
The second he removed the material from my feet, his hands were at my knees, spreading me wide. Then he was down between, his tongue sliding up my cleft.
There was no slow build this time, though.
He found my clit and worked it relentlessly as my hips rocked, as my thighs tightened around his head, as my back arched and my throaty moans filled the room.
His hand slid between us, his fingers slipping inside me, thrusting lazily at first, then harder and faster as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge.
“Miko, I…” I started, but broke off on a cry as the orgasm crashed through me, stealing my breath, leaving me helpless but to let it keep overtaking me until I fell back, gasping, thighs shaking.
“Mmm,” Miko groaned as he pressed a kiss to my inner thigh.
His fingers were still inside of me, thrusting lazily again before turning to stroke against my top wall as his lips continued up my thigh, across my stomach, then down the other thigh.
The need came rushing back at an impossible speed, leaving me writhing and whimpering as Miko’s fingers worked my G-spot with expert precision.
“Miko, please,” I begged again, but this time my own hands were moving out, touching, exploring.
My hand slid across his lap to find his cock straining against the material of his sleep pants. At the brush of my fingers, Miko’s breath caught as his head tipped back and his eyes closed.
Drunk on my ability to affect him so easily, I let my palm slide across the head of his cock, moving side to side, then in slow circles that had his abdominal muscles tensing and his breath going fast and shallow.
As my hand slid up to slip under the waistband of his pants, his fingers stopped stroking inside of me and started to tap instead, the new sensation dragging a long, loud moan out of me.
My hand closed around him again, stroking him down to the base. Once, twice. Then harder and faster as the little hitches in Miko’s breath spurred me on.
But just when I thought another orgasm might slam through me, his fingers were out of me.
Then he was grabbing my legs, pressing them together, then rolling me over onto my belly. His hands went to my hips, sinking into them to pull me back onto all fours, then up against his chest.
His hand anchored around my stomach as his lips met my neck, and he shifted so his cock could tease between my thighs.
“The next time you come, it’s going to be around my cock,” he murmured in my ear, his voice rough. His teeth nipped my earlobe as a moan escaped me. “See how wet you are for me?” he asked as his cock slid against said wetness, coating it in my desire as I started to rock against him. “Just aching for my cock, aren’t you?”
The whimpering sound that escaped me clearly wasn’t good enough for him, though.
“Tell me you need my cock,” he demanded, his hand sliding up to close lightly around my throat.
There was no denying it.
I’d been wanting him too long already.
“I need your cock,” I said, my head falling back on his shoulder as my hips wiggled a bit side to side, needing more friction than he was giving me.
A rumble moved through him at that.
“How?” he asked. “Like this?” His hips rocked a little faster.
“Yes,” I whimpered. I didn’t care how; I just needed him inside me.
“Or this?” he asked, moving me with him as he sat off the edge of the bed, putting me in his lap but facing away from him.
“Yes,” I moaned, rolling my hips in a circle as his hand moved out toward the nightstand, pulling open the drawer to find a condom before turning me and pressing me back onto the bed again.