Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Because I want this so badly it’s making me unable to control myself.”
He closed his eyes and groaned, the muscles of his arms and chest contracting. I knew he was trying to control himself, but I didn't want that. I wanted him to be as out of control as I felt right now.
His large, callused fingers slipped against my inner thighs, closer and closer to my pussy. I lifted my hips, and he cooed at me, as if trying to ease me.
“Let me take care of you. Let me do right by my mate and make her feel good.” He spread his fingers through my slick folds, and I tossed my head back and moaned at the electricity that moved through me from that small touch.
“Look at you,” he hummed in pleasure. “So receptive to my touch.” He was tormenting me with desire, and I couldn’t get enough. “You want more?”
I nodded.
“Tell me then.”
“Tucker. God. Please.”
“Christ. Mia, you’re so hot and wet. You’re so ready for me, aren’t you? Your pretty pussy is soaking wet, primed for my big cock to be shoved deep inside.”
I couldn’t have verbally said anything at that moment, so I moaned my answer instead.
“Yeah,” he groaned. “Yeah, you’re so ready for your mate to take your virginity and give you his.” He sounded like he was speaking to himself, his focus on my face as he kept playing with my pussy. His thickly callused fingers slid along my folds, tormenting me.
Our combined breathing was fast and labored, and I knew neither of us could wait a moment longer to be with each other. He leaned closer, his eyes still on me as Tucker kissed a scorching trail of wet kisses down my body until his hot breath teased the skin right above my pussy. I couldn't drag my focus from what he was doing.
Tucker lifted his gaze, staring at me from between my thighs, and God that was the hottest thing I think I’d ever seen. And when he slowly—oh so slowly—opened his mouth and moved his tongue closer to the part that ached for him, I held my breath in anticipation.
“Mine,” he growled right before he leaned in and licked me slowly, thoroughly.
I cried out, nearly coming from that one lick alone.
Over and over, he dragged his tongue along my pussy, moving to my clit and circling the engorged bundle of nerves before dragging the muscle back down to press against the opening of my body.
“I’ll never get enough of your taste. I’m so fucking addicted to it.” He flattened his tongue on my slit and ran it up and down my pussy, staring at my clit, moving down to my pussy hole, then repeating the process over and over again. “So sweet and all mine, Mia.” And when he sucked my clit into his mouth and gave a powerful, suctioning pull, I nearly came off the couch.
“Tucker,” I whispered, begging. “Don’t stop. Please.” I didn't care that I sounded desperate right now.
He groaned and started sucking on my clit with more fervor. “I’ll never fucking stop. You’re mine. Always. Forever.” He started a wicked rhythmic suctioning on that sensitive bundle of nerves, and I felt the orgasm coiling within me.
I was losing my head with the pleasure, never having known anything could feel so good. And when I felt him run a finger along the tight, virgin hole of my pussy, I knew I wouldn’t last. He’d surely make me lose my mind.
Tucker slipped that thick, long digit into me, and I didn't fight the sensations. I just surrendered to the feeling that washed through me. Stars danced in front of my now closed eyes, and a long, whimpering noise left me so loud I should have been embarrassed. But I wasn’t, not with the wet, growling noises Tucker was making against my soaked pussy.
And the entire time, he was relentless as he mouth-fucked me, as he dragged his tongue up and down my cleft at the same time he finger-fucked my pussy. When the sensations became too much, I sagged against the bed and reached out to push his head away. He growled again, an impatient wolf who didn’t want to give his spot up. That had me moaning again.
“Tucker,” I moaned, pleaded… whispered for him to stop… for him to give me more.
In one fluid motion, he was on top of me, both of us totally naked, bared in the most sexual, incredible way. I felt all those hard, defined muscles pressing against my feminine softness, and I moaned, arching my back, pressing my breasts against his warm, firm chest.
“All I can think about is devouring you,” he murmured, his face in the crook of my neck, his noses running up and down the side of my throat as he scented me.