Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
When he slips one finger inside of me and hooks it, I lose my mind, falling over the edge into my first orgasm under his hands. I’m a shaking mess, vulnerable and desperate for more.
He crawls up my body, kissing me softly.
“I have a confession, I was up most of the night watching you sleep, you’re so intoxicating,” he breathes against my center before slowly sliding his tongue between my thighs. I moan in pleasure, my body arching towards him. “This needy pussy is so ready for me.”
Flint pulls away for a moment, teasing me with his tongue before diving back in. My hands tangle in his hair as he works me into a frenzy, pushing one finger inside me and then another. Desire courses through my veins as he continues to drive me wild with his mouth and fingers.
I want him inside of me again, but I also want to taste him. I tug on his hair, signaling for him to come up to me. He crawls up my body and kisses me deeply, the taste of myself mixing with his own flavor. I hold onto him tightly, kissing him with all the passion I can muster.
He breaks away from our kiss, leaving me groaning in frustration. “Impatient, are we?” His eyes flick down to his rock hard dick, which he strokes a few times while watching me with a hungry gaze. “You’ve got me so hard, sweetheart.”
He crawls over me and grinds himself against my center, causing waves of pleasure to shoot through my body. I wrap my arms around him, digging my nails into his back as he teases me with the tip of his length. My legs lock around his waist, pulling him closer and urging him on. “Are you sure you can handle more?”
My eyes flicker up to his as he freezes above me.
"Yes," I whisper, arching my back into him.
"Say it," he teases, grinding his hips into mine.
"I'm ready for you," I continue, my fingernails digging into his back. “Always.”
"Ready for me to do what, my sweet, pretty girl?" He continues to taunt me.
"Ready for you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Flint." His rigid cock strokes my nerves as he attacks my mouth with a kiss.
He begins to thrust into me slowly, taking his time to make sure my body is relaxed and ready for him. I gasp into his mouth as he fills me in deeper and deeper strokes. My body quickly adjusts to him and he starts to ease in and out with more rhythm. He kisses and nibbles along my neck while his hands stroke my breasts down to my hips. Then he leans back and takes my calf in his hand, lifting it over his shoulder as we move together in deft strokes. I cry out in pleasure at this new angle, hitting a delicious spot.
"You feel so fucking tight," Flint groans as he thrusts in and out. "Your body is all snug and perfect for me. And you look so sexy laid out like this." He places another hand on my breast, squeezing as he fills me and I can't imagine anything feeling better.
His rocking speeds up, the muscles in his body tensing as his face contorts in beautiful abandon. His release rips through him in wave after wave while he holds me against him, trembling and shuddering. He pulls out of me and trails his hand down from my breast to my clit, pressing and massaging in circles. "Come for me, gorgeous."
My eyes meet his as he swirls figure-eights around my clitoris, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. Suddenly, it rips through me, sending tingles from my toes to the top of my head. Flint groans and I feel his cock twitch at my side, more drops of cum leaking from the tip. His strokes slow and he gathers me into his arms lovingly. Our fingers intertwine in his hair, and my heart feels like it will burst from my chest as Flint lays his head on top of it.
As our breathing slows, we roll to the side and he curls around my body, holding me tightly in his embrace. I can hear his breathing deepen and he whispers, "Sweeter than cream."
Chapter Fifteen
Flint
The air in Devil’s Peak buzzes with celebration, laughter spilling out from the town square and into the surrounding forest. Strings of lights crisscross over picnic tables, their glow casting a golden hue on familiar faces. The town has come alive tonight, all here to honor the firefighters who fought the wildfire threatening to engulf everything we hold dear. I stand off to the side, nursing a beer, my back leaning against a post, and watching Juniper as she moves through the crowd.
She’s a wildfire herself, lighting up every corner of the square with her smile, her easy laugh, the way she seems to make everyone feel like they matter. She’s wearing a simple dress, but on her, it looks like it was crafted for a queen. She catches my eye from across the crowd, and her lips curve into a knowing smirk that makes my chest tighten. Damn her and that look.